<?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-4779023670795780638</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:30.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>effortless;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-224607258164849930</id><published>2009-03-01T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:46:05.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRE FLIES IN MOTION GOT IN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so we're about the youngest band there i think, and the only all-girl band. but we're looking to add a fourth member, and nell says there's this guy in her church who's really good. so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm feeling very happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way if anyone wants tickets, please buy from me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-224607258164849930?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/224607258164849930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=224607258164849930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/224607258164849930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/224607258164849930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-flies-in-motion-got-in-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2425276993231956631</id><published>2009-02-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:57:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OLSON WON THE SWIM MEET!&lt;br /&gt;hahah in your face priya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was timing for lane 4. it was quite fun. but i got splashed quite a lot, especially during the freestyle races :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swim meet i went to nell's house. NELL HAS THE COOLEST HOUSE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! its seriously cool. and her family is super cool as well. like her mum PAINTS! its SOOOOO awesome. and the food that they cook is really good too, but i was too full and PRIYA KINDLY PUT THIS HUGE HUGE PIECE OF GARLIC BREAD ON MY PLATE WHICH I ALMOST THREW UP TRYING TO EAT AND IN THE END I HAD TO APOLOGISE FOR NOT FINISHING IT. dang. so anyway nell's instrument room is so overwhelming. its got guitars, drums, keyboard, mics, amps. ITS FREAKING COOL! yeah and i love priya's japanese guitar lol :) and the JACKHAMMER! distortion pedal. yeah so we're doing wake me up when september ends by green day for auditions :) love it love it love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2425276993231956631?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2425276993231956631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2425276993231956631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2425276993231956631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2425276993231956631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/olson-won-swim-meet-hahah-in-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7976623100014145409</id><published>2009-02-13T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:35:37.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from love with a cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mrs ong and the guest of honour flagged dr william tan off all the kawans (minus grace) were cheering and then i said that i could probably swing my arms the way he was for one hour and then li kim told me she could probably do it longer than me. so we did it all the way through our respective coaches' talks, and then training was about to start so we just gave each other helpless looks and stopped. haha but it was fun while it lasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really good project and everything, with a lot of music playing (although they played taylor swift 1000000000000000000 times and david archuleta's crush about 5 times. its stuck in my head.) so i couldn't concentrate on what coach was saying and i ended up sucking quite bad in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! my bad mood vanished because of JEAN HENG! haha jean you're so aunty. &lt;3 you. and all the netballers were wearing the AWESOME COOL NEW NETBALL TSHIRTS designed by lenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesome clothes for awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my house comm tshirt today as well. it's quite cool, although the big bird on the front looks a little weird but who cares. i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so now i'm very tired and tomorrow i have a piano lesson shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, love with a cause was GREAT GREAT TERRIFIC and i'm honestly really excited about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-7976623100014145409?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7976623100014145409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=7976623100014145409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7976623100014145409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7976623100014145409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-love-with-cause-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-1381215246488509390</id><published>2009-02-11T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:13:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this is an attempt to resuscitate my blog. because i know that my blog has a minumum readership of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first round of zonals was fun and hot. my shoulders were red by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;the first match, i believe, has already been posted so the other 3 match results are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49-1, MGS vs Zhenghua Sec.&lt;br /&gt;73-1, MGS vs Choa Chu Kang Sec.&lt;br /&gt;43-3, MGS vs Regent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one was a bit disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i have officially experienced the worst day of my life so far. it was yesterday. i think. yeah. that day was WHEW bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i have finally got down to making the chocolate truffles, which quite few people have heard about but i'm giving them out for valentine's day. :D and i'm sorry if you guys get stomachaches or anything (just kidding. relax.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer excited for love with a cause running, because i am bleeding. infer.&lt;br /&gt;(hint: cramps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be joining bandage, which i think should be named band-aid instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am playing for chapel. two more times this year i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be quite miserable and temperamental for the next week or so, because of the above stated reason (count 3 lines upward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beware! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-1381215246488509390?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1381215246488509390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=1381215246488509390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1381215246488509390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1381215246488509390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-this-is-attempt-to-resuscitate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4046283887328294084</id><published>2009-01-19T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:58:04.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esther cheah's self-esteem: ALL-TIME HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;i know. hard to believe right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first game of the season! MGS vs Westwood Sec. we won! not to be ego. 42-5. pretty good eh! haha at first the westwood scorers said that they only scored 4 goals, and then there was sort of an argument where the umpire was of no help (okay fine, she wasn't supposed to be. but still, i think she was kinda rude :X) but in the end everyone agreed that it was 42-5. so we left it at that. yeah i feel pretty good about my performance, i thought i did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;AND PRIYA YOU NEED TO START FEELING GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4046283887328294084?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4046283887328294084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4046283887328294084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4046283887328294084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4046283887328294084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/esther-cheahs-self-esteem-all-time-high.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2634187896088189450</id><published>2009-01-12T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:30:11.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SCREWED FOR COMPETITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys if we lose on the first game. it's probably gonna be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEEEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2634187896088189450?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2634187896088189450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2634187896088189450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2634187896088189450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2634187896088189450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-screwed-for-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6188722945169660282</id><published>2009-01-09T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:22:14.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know how to put in words what i'm feeling now. it's like a mix of anger and excitement and anticipation and stress and routine. i just can't face the prospect of doing the same thing over and over again for 2 to 3 more years and then doing something the same for 2 years and then 5 years. there's just this huge gap! between having a life and living it. it's so different. i was thinking about it today, and it's like do i just want to have a life or live it? cause if you don't start grabbing it now, damn. i think it'll eat you up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;like, i mean you're happy with whatever you're acheiving now, but the time comes when everything's pushed to you and you gotta rely on YOURSELF. only yourself. and if you let stuff grab you, it's gonna suck so bad. so bad. i'm really sian about life right now. i'm not suicidal, don't get me wrong, i'm just looking for an extra spark. you know, the jolt which makes people want to be alive and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embrace living! &lt;/span&gt;why can't we all do that? i mean, i envy the people who find real meaning in living their lives. like they really push to live it to the fullest. all these years whenever you know you're watching a reality show and the contestants are all like 'i sacrificed this this this because i want to live my life to the fullest' i thought it was crap. but now i really know what it means, and i want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to live my life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, everyone has a post like this once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6188722945169660282?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6188722945169660282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6188722945169660282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6188722945169660282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6188722945169660282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-how-to-put-in-words-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-338749223731997855</id><published>2009-01-06T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:20:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i know it's been long.&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;i've (quite) enjoyed these first few days of school, i think this year's going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; enjoyable. our teachers are quite quirky (in their own ways) and i haven't fallen asleep at all! (oh, you know. maybe one or two classes. who's counting?)&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm just waiting for the netball season to start! :D i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;i've got quite a number of things to look forward to this year, so yeah&lt;br /&gt;i think it's gonna be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-338749223731997855?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/338749223731997855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=338749223731997855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/338749223731997855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/338749223731997855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-know-its-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-8525100991171838797</id><published>2008-12-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:39:31.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CUT MY HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really really short now and i don't think i can tie it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was quite stupid but i really have nothing else to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't translate my experiences into words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh except today i ate 11 PLATES OF FOOD AT THE PENANG HAWKERS' FARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-8525100991171838797?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8525100991171838797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=8525100991171838797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8525100991171838797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8525100991171838797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cut-my-hair-its-really-really-short.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6173801473627605451</id><published>2008-12-16T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:44:34.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cambodia mission trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are standing&lt;br /&gt;on holy ground&lt;br /&gt;and i know that there are angels&lt;br /&gt;all around&lt;br /&gt;let us praise&lt;br /&gt;jesus now&lt;br /&gt;we are standing in his presence&lt;br /&gt;on holy ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was, all in all, a mind-blowing mission trip. the kids were awesome and the whole experience was  really fun and enjoyable. the team dynamic was great, like awesome, and i just can't believe the number of kids who accepted Jesus as their Lord and Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how great is our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6173801473627605451?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6173801473627605451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-4779023670795780638.post-5977066269789917848</id><published>2008-11-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:57:47.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday tanya.</title><content type='html'>okay. as requested by tanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have an excellent day today. and i know for sure you enjoyed your "birthday party" which you rescheduled so it would look like it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BTW, it's my 50th post! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-5977066269789917848?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5977066269789917848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=5977066269789917848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5977066269789917848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5977066269789917848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-tanya.html' title='happy birthday tanya.'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6201776476337079868</id><published>2008-11-24T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:30:53.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;since yesterday i've been in a mad rush to get everything going for my mission trip. and i'm tired tired tired. suddenly training's been so intense because of all the fitness work we've been doing every first half and hour (but it always get dragged). and i don't think that our team next year is gonna be very strong (no offense to the existing squad members) because i predict a weak bench. sigh. church has suddenly become administraitive. and holiday homework is just sitting there (i mean, i've done some stuff, but you know.) and i can't find a SINGLE THUMB DRIVE IN MY HOUSE! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i've become so obsessed with high school musical that i really really can't get it out of my head. (aqilah, priya or kaya would be happy to elaborate.) i even have a high school musical CUP! XD haha i'm so happy about that. i think the songs from high school musical are actually really really nice. they're really nicely arranged and everything (as in, all the instruments) even though it might be electronic is technically fantastic. and of course, the choreography is just amazing. like, i don't know many people who could do all the stuff they do! yeah. that's why i like high school musical. i only like the actual music part, not the storyline. (who likes the storyline?)&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the com a lot lately (my dad thinks i'm addicted.) and frankly, nothing i do on the com is actually really productive. most of the time. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am i wasting this holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6201776476337079868?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6201776476337079868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6201776476337079868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6201776476337079868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6201776476337079868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3885751753118960987</id><published>2008-11-18T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:29:29.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i really like high school musical now. it's surprisingly addictive :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3885751753118960987?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3885751753118960987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3885751753118960987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3885751753118960987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3885751753118960987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-really-like-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3382372506462955382</id><published>2008-11-13T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:59:12.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM SHANGHAI. and obama won. nyehnyeh, gen. and i only like the flights, so i'll blog about the two flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. the flight to shanghai was okay, i watched wanted (it's awesome) and then i watched the apprentice which was really quite amusing. grown-ups acting like children. and then i played pokemon with tanya. i named my trainer tanya and my first pokemon lorraine. (i was sitting with lorraine too. boy was she pissed.) but lorraine was a really good pokemon. then i caught a caterpillar and named it sarah-ann.  it kept dying and i didn't really bother to revive it. i don't think she knows yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight back was a little more chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't determine how we were gonna switch seats until really late, so i spent quite a lot of time running around trying to trade seats. in the end i found. :D so then on the way onto the aircraft i saw the freaking retarded headline and HAD to pick up the straits times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAN IN TUDONG, LIPSTICK TRIES TO ROB BANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;how freaking retarded is that. so then anyway the plane took off and i went to sit in between tanya and rachel tan. very fun. two extremes. so at first my remote couldn't switch to the INT thing which meant i couldn't choose what i wanted to watch, so i ended up flipping channels. and then i found high school musical 2, which i watched with tanya. and then after that the INT thing could work so i watched hell's kitchen. it was SO EXCITING! but they didn't censor it so there was one f word every like 5 seconds. and then after that i decided to stand up and walk around the plane to visit people. i visited sarah lim, who couldn't hear me saying 'hi, sarah!'. and i also visited bea and carol. then i visited gwen and marian (who was asleep.) then i visited rachel nyam and a lump of long hair which i didn't know was sarah-ann until rachel nyam told me. i thought it was someone else. so then i visited nell and kaya. nell was drawing something on kaya's red file so i thought i'd contribute. and i was very modest and i insisted that nell didn't need to credit me but she drew an arrow at what i drew and wrote 'esther cheah drew this'. it was so touching to be appreciated. and then there was turbulence which scared the hell out of me so i practically ran back to my seat. and then i smelled cup noodles so i told tanya 'i smell cup noodles' and she thought i wanted so she pressed the button to call the stewardess. and then i was like 'why did you press the button?' and then she's like 'i thought you wanted cup noodles!' so we were panicking but in the end she ordered apple juice. it was very amusing. then i started playing speed with tanya. i won the first game (thank you, thank you.) but then tanya started cheating in the second game. like when i started to play, if she had no cards to play then she just swept everything off onto the floor and put out 4 more cards. SO ANNOYING. yeah. that's basically it. i had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;HELL'S&lt;br /&gt;KITCHEN&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3382372506462955382?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3382372506462955382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3382372506462955382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3382372506462955382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3382372506462955382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-shanghai.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2555652187149886919</id><published>2008-11-03T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:58:35.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;1 day: US ELECTION! OMGOMG I WANT OBAMA TO WIN. i don't like mccain OR sarah palin. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;2 days: SHANGHAI! OMGOMG i packed already! yay! so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like sheena. i'm glad she's eliminated. when i saw it was sheena i was like YES!YES! in your face, marian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2555652187149886919?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2555652187149886919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2555652187149886919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2555652187149886919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2555652187149886919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-exciting-1-day-us-election-omgomg-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4687170411775040942</id><published>2008-10-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:54:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i'm in the house comm. thanks to all the nice olsonites who voted for me, and my sister who nominated me and tried to second me but wasn't allowed to. and michelle hwang who seconded me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really that excited about holiday training, and i really don't wanna go all the way to tuas to have a bonding session. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last day of school, and then it's about a week or so (i think) to shanghai. shanghai tang! haha. i wanna buy my jacket and my shoes. from shanghai. and i hope i don't run into any emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm hooked onto ANTM now. on youtube. it's all i ever watch on youtube now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and gwen, i watched get back. i don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4687170411775040942?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4687170411775040942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4687170411775040942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4687170411775040942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4687170411775040942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-im-in-house-comm.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3066543066568155944</id><published>2008-10-17T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:10:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OLSON WON THE OVERALL HOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo jackson. gen yeoh SUCCCCCKSSS. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a favourite songs list! and i think you should listen to all the songs on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY FAVOURITE SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bless the broken road/rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;viva la vida/coldplay&lt;br /&gt;waiting on the world to change/john mayer&lt;br /&gt;tracks of my tears/cover by boyz II men&lt;br /&gt;my grown-up christmas list/kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;we are the reason/cover by agapella&lt;br /&gt;grace kelly/mika&lt;br /&gt;headlong/queen&lt;br /&gt;adding to the noise/switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;hey jude/beatles&lt;br /&gt;seasons of love/rent movie soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;my time with you/kina grannis and david choi on youtube&lt;br /&gt;next plane home/daniel powter&lt;br /&gt;alone/heart&lt;br /&gt;come together/beatles&lt;br /&gt;one rock and roll too many/cover by syesha mercado on AI&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours/jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;bubbly/colbie caillat&lt;br /&gt;no such thing/john mayer&lt;br /&gt;without love/hairspray movie soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning/maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;just stand up [the stand up to cancer song] minus miley cyrus/on youtube&lt;br /&gt;we are the world/on youtube&lt;br /&gt;God bless the child/cover on august rush soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;follow me/uncle kracker&lt;br /&gt;shake it/metro station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3066543066568155944?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3066543066568155944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3066543066568155944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3066543066568155944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3066543066568155944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/olson-won-overall-house-championship.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3866821429890805645</id><published>2008-10-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:49:45.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>olson won benchball today. hooray! i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i was actually kind of angry at one girl on my team but nevermind. won't comment.&lt;br /&gt;we also had a class party today, and it really only got kind of fun when the teachers came because we totally spammed the food. and then when mrs ng and miss yang were talking isabel chloe and sarah loo were spamming even more and they looked so obvious and retarded but the two teachers were kind of oblivious and so when they finally stopped talking and turned to their plates miss yang was like. "aiyo." and mrs ng had that "GIRLS." look on her face. eventually she said that she would give her plate to mr ong.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm doing very well for EOYs. i didn't get any A1s, stupid stupid stupid. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really really tired nowadays. i think it's because of training and all, which i'm not really enjoying now. i don't know i'm kind of slacking quite a lot during training now and i don't know why i'm doing that. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3866821429890805645?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3866821429890805645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3866821429890805645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3866821429890805645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3866821429890805645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/olson-won-benchball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6680737795560832269</id><published>2008-10-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:45:57.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOYs are overoverover! hip hip hooray! and i'm pretty much looking forward to everything for the post-exam activities, except for the talk on feminine hygiene. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i cut my hair! yeah it's really short right now. like really, really short. cannot tie short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really looking forward to training! i don't know why. something always annoys me about this year's sec ones and next year's sec ones. i'm not comfortable. shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did fantastically well for piano! and i didn't fail sightreading! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a new favourite actress! i watched 3 movies with her in it on friday because i was So. Freaking. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think carly smithson and syesha mercado can sing. BETTER THAN BROOKE WHITE. SO THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6680737795560832269?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6680737795560832269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6680737795560832269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6680737795560832269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6680737795560832269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/eoys-are-overoverover-hip-hip-hooray.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-9213919019695331931</id><published>2008-09-17T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:30:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling happier nowadays. probably because of that session of class bonding. and i think 1S is really retarded. i like going there during art. and i'm not SO scared of tricia/trisha shit dunno how to spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway i think 1G is the most bonded out of all the SBC classes. and i think it has something to do with mrs ng being our form teacher. she's so fun. not like... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are next next week. sigh. my revision schedule is like. i mean i'm not even following it. but this week I AM GOING TO MAKE A CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-9213919019695331931?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/9213919019695331931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=9213919019695331931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/9213919019695331931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/9213919019695331931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-for-not-posting-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4823408850564476018</id><published>2008-09-10T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:12:46.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iLuv piano performance classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the most amusing thing ever. i'm laughing half the time. more than half, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first there's me. duh. then there's sherilyn, who's doing the same pieces as me. then there's this indian boy--i don't know how to spell his name so i'm guessing kiran. he's doing the same pieces as me too. then there's an indian girl whose name i also don't know how to spell. i'm guessing vasha. she's one grade below me, along with claire/clare who's in uni. and then there's ethel, who's really pro. she's grade 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the source of amusement mainly comes from kiran, vasha and my piano teacher's dogs, lemak and sunshine. but especially lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because kiran is such a total ego freak (worse than me) and a slacker, he always tries to find STUPID excuses to not play or when he plays wrongly he'll be like 'oh, i wasn't playing properly' or 'i was just testing the keys'. and then vasha like thinks of other stuff while she plays, so then she can't concentrate. and her reasons are really funny. the lemak keeps going on the sofa and having fits. like rolling around awkwardly. it's really funny. one of those "you had to be there" things. and sunshine keeps barking at other dogs, so my piano teacher has to like shut her up. it's really funny when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my piano exam is tomorrow! can't believe i'm still on the com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4823408850564476018?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4823408850564476018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4823408850564476018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4823408850564476018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4823408850564476018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/09/iluv-piano-performance-classes-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-5238901863800920549</id><published>2008-09-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:45:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HAPPY (birth)DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love having birthdays. i love presents and nice happy birthday messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE AND FACEBOOK ARE JAMMED WITH WELLWISHES:D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the netball that i&lt;br /&gt;CHANCED&lt;br /&gt;upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my parents' presents&lt;br /&gt;and my sister's card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my speech and drama exam was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bearable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i didn't panic and i didn't have to go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is what i usually do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-5238901863800920549?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5238901863800920549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=5238901863800920549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5238901863800920549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5238901863800920549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-happy-birthday-i-love-having.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7607512070016332684</id><published>2008-09-04T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:05:26.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T TAKE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm actually WORRIED for my speech and drama exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this never happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know exactly why it's happening now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there's like this girl in my group recital. she joined in the middle of the year. she lost her script either once or twice. she lost a prop as well. and she hasn't memorised her lines. and she didn't come TODAY, the DAY BEFORE OUR EXAM for reasons which she should have given MUCH, MUCH earlier so that at least we could reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can remember my teacher before this girl came into the picture and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher was so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy. DFKISHGFIAFGSOSMDFskgsfsd'fg'pokg&lt;br /&gt;[sf'mslfjgf'jfg'efjgspaijw=askpgn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-7607512070016332684?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7607512070016332684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=7607512070016332684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7607512070016332684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7607512070016332684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-take-this-i-cant-believe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4493726570782161579</id><published>2008-08-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:38:13.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you, everyone who came to support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got 2nd place in the group category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. mind-blowing, spontaneous fun. the whole experience was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and grace arrived at school at around 4.30pm. we watched juliet rehearse, and then we slacked around for the longest time ever. in fact i can't really remember what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the intermission, grace, li kim, caris and i went to mimic sixteen seconds cause they were rehearsing. so grace was mimicking claudia, li kim was mimicking sandra, caris was mimicking (i think her name is shanice but i am not sure. sorry.) and i was mimicking alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH IT WAS RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the song sandra clutched her chest and she started hyperventilating. so everyone was like laughing their heads off and sandra was limping around saying, "too much adrenalin for ME!" it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah basically everything was just super enjoyable and all the stuff i got is really nice and all. yeah so thanks if you were supporting grace and me! and thanks for all the stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4493726570782161579?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4493726570782161579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4493726570782161579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4493726570782161579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4493726570782161579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-everyone-who-came-to-support.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-8473290757764698855</id><published>2008-08-28T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:05:07.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting for the longest time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanya.&lt;/span&gt; haha okay anyway we've been having common tests, so&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was commendation awards. it was quite fun. like at first mr lim was like 'please rise to welcome the guest of honour' and everyone turned to the back. and then SHE CAME IN FROM THE FRONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ten yee was being really stupid and when everyone turned back she was still looking towards the back.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway the GOH (guest-of-honour) was joscelin yeo. she's quite nice. when i went to get my award she was like "well done, esther." and i was quite surprised because no GOH had ever said my name while he/she was presenting something to me. EVER. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had home ec today. we made cookies. i like cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was quite a lot of confusion, because the students thought we were supposed to leave class at 12pm for CACs (commendation award ceremony) (AND WE WERE.) but there were some teachers who told some girls otherwise and i ended up going down and up and down and finally i went to look at the TV for announcements and in the end it really was 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALOUD FINALS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;WEAR BLUE AND WHITE!&lt;br /&gt;BUY FLOWERS AND OTHER NICE STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT GRACE AND ESTHER!&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO THIS BRAINWASHING!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE THIRD RED SENTENCE IS EXTRA IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-8473290757764698855?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8473290757764698855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=8473290757764698855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8473290757764698855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8473290757764698855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-for-not-posting-for-longest-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2266976037910655979</id><published>2008-08-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:56:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>have you heard about this? it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: do you think your team will win USA?&lt;br /&gt;yao ming: if my team wins USA, i will retire.&lt;br /&gt;reporter: why?&lt;br /&gt;yao ming: because i would have stopped improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: what do you have to say about yao ming's reply to the earlier question?&lt;br /&gt;kobe bryant: during the match, the chinese people will be cheering for the USA.&lt;br /&gt;reporter: why?&lt;br /&gt;kobe bryant: because they don't want yao ming to retire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2266976037910655979?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2266976037910655979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2266976037910655979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2266976037910655979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2266976037910655979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4676960748948221955</id><published>2008-08-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:50:15.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucy in the sky with diamonds</title><content type='html'>LSD is a drug, i know. just that the beatles made such a catchy song out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my malay common test today. i think i died. the question was this: Ibu sedang ______ di komputer. that means mother something ________ at komputer. i wrote bermain-main. which means play. and then there was another question: something ________ kipas angin itu. which i don't understand, but there was a picture of a fan there. but i don't know the word for fan and i don't know the word for turn on so i wrote open. open the fan. SO STUPID MY GOSH. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i did quite badly for geog. i expected better. and i did quite well for maths, i think. MUCH better than i expected. i expected 17/30. sorry to anyone who got that mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you watched CHARLIE THE UNICORN on youtube? i'm this close to posting it here. its retarded. more retarded than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who sings 'another kiss... and you'll be mine' on the don't stop the lyrics commercial. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4676960748948221955?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4676960748948221955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4676960748948221955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4676960748948221955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4676960748948221955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucy-in-sky-with-diamonds.html' title='lucy in the sky with diamonds'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2716952962639589396</id><published>2008-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:40:00.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you read/hear/watch the news?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the GIRL who was SINGING at the BEIJING OLYMPICS OPENING was NOT ACTUALLY SINGING. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO UNFAIR TO THE GIRL WHO ACTUALLY WAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously man. i mean the girl who was singing was turned down her opportunity on stage because she.was.too.ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;COME ON! SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is changing into beauty over talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic that it should happen at the BIGGEST sporting event in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the olympics&lt;/em&gt;. what a RIPOFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANDANDAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point in time the fireworks were &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;digitally enhanced (for home viewers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WALAO! GIVE US THE REAL THING CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2716952962639589396?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2716952962639589396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2716952962639589396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2716952962639589396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2716952962639589396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/eeeeeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7074351097430377524</id><published>2008-08-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:19:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday netball</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;gah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow wednesday training gets me down. wednesdays are not my day.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i will, really, slide into depression if you know who gets into the starting lineup.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i mean um if she gets into the starting lineup with me as the other shooter.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm quite happy with myself cause i got highest for chinese test the first time (the second time i got third or something like that). i felt really good about myself then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the kawanship.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i'd be happy if not for them.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i sort of drifted through LA today.&lt;br /&gt;LA!! how could i? i know.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's what you get when you get depressed almost every wednesday... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i predict a happy spell tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;fingers,&lt;br /&gt;crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-7074351097430377524?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7074351097430377524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=7074351097430377524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7074351097430377524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7074351097430377524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-netball.html' title='wednesday netball'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3449572487654428549</id><published>2008-08-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:32:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the kawanship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAWAN-SHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have officially created the kawanship. we closed the registration at 5 members. this will be explained later.&lt;br /&gt;MEMBERS.&lt;br /&gt;1. (founding members)&lt;br /&gt;esther cheah&lt;br /&gt;kaiyisa tan&lt;br /&gt;abigail nyam &lt;--least significant haha&lt;br /&gt;2. (accepted members)*&lt;br /&gt;grace cheah&lt;br /&gt;li kim elizabeth thoren selby (i looked at the netball name list.)&lt;br /&gt;*accepted through careful thought and initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVILEGES&lt;br /&gt;1. you get to be called a kawan.&lt;br /&gt;2. you get free meals (cooked from home ec.) on tuesday and thursday from esther and kaya. this is why we kept it to 5 members.&lt;br /&gt;3. you get notes from abigail nyam. (actually this is more of a burden)&lt;br /&gt;4. there is no membership fee. the founding members considered inflation as a key factor and therefore there are no club or membership fees.&lt;br /&gt;5. you get free malay lessons. (ha.ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 the kawanship XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3449572487654428549?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3449572487654428549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3449572487654428549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3449572487654428549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3449572487654428549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/08/kawanship.html' title='the kawanship.'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-785328044593945531</id><published>2008-07-31T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:38:27.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperION paperbacks</title><content type='html'>i am in a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;hooray!&lt;br /&gt;it started actually in chinese, because tanya minmin and eddie were in my group and then we had to do a story about flowers so tanya wanted the flowers to dance. which we thought was good until we realised that it was kind of impossible, and that our theme couldn't be "nothing is impossible." beacuse dancing flowers is. so then anyway we decided to do a story about some selfish gardener, but then we couldn't finish in time so we sacrificed our 5 min recess (we had a test) to do the thing. and then like during the last few sentences i got out of my seat and started jumping around because i was really anxious for it to finish cause we were late for home ec. where we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;BROWNIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when the stupid brownies were cooking i almost died cause i didn't eat recess. so i had to wait for like sooper long (mrs ho: brownies take very long, girls. ARGH) until WE COULD FINALLY TAKE THEM OUT, and then me and lorraine realised that ours wasn't fully cooked. BACK IT WENT INTO THE OVEN! and then we had to watch everyone else slicing theirs nicely and salivate. lol. so then OURS WAS READY and it turned out really nice but i actually wanted to save everything and ended up eating one piece BECAUSE IT COULD NOT FIT INTO MY CONTAINER. not that i was greedy  or anything, no. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS! we had another of those fill in the blanks quizzes, where me and tanya were giving each other crap answers and she got the first blank wrong. (two pairs of 2 sides are equal, eh?) haha. so it was really amusing. then GEOG! i love geog. like i answered a question about the rain gauge correctly, but then tanya was like "YEAH RIGHT!" but then ms tham said i was correct so i was like IN YOUR FACE. no actually all i did was say haHA! but then you know. okay so anyway after school i had to give abby and kaya and grace (the KAWANSHIP!) my brownies, but then abby hadn't finished school so i had to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so BOREing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then everyone said that my brownies were nice. yay. after that i had AMC where the first few questions were like really easy but then after that it got really difficult and i was panicking cause i thought i was wasting a lot of time. so yeah. the last few questions are like crap :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after AMC, was ALOUD! rehearsal. it was really fun. like really really fun. and retarded. i like all the aloud! people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rehearsal we went to wait for our parents and then we saw this gecko-like thing on the 'island'. and I BRAVELY WENT TO INVESTIGATE FIRST. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then i ran away after like 2 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i actually went TWICE! the second time I SCARED IT UP THE BUSH. I AM SCARY! and my sister named it william shakespeare. so stupid right. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-785328044593945531?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/785328044593945531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=785328044593945531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/785328044593945531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/785328044593945531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/hyperion-paperbacks.html' title='hyperION paperbacks'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3018732070907494567</id><published>2008-07-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:15:22.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH. confusion</title><content type='html'>the moment i left class for CCA i knew something was wrong that day.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't energized.&lt;br /&gt;and now i know the effects of non-energization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, i have never been so confused in my life.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;maybe when i was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;not for around 10 years have i ever felt so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;triangle is my most hated word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if i can't do the freaking triangle can't we just forget that concept? at least for me? whoever can do it fine, do it in the game, but come on, when i try to do it it's so crap!&lt;br /&gt;coach seriously pissed me off today.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her end-of-game speech and the thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies, it's not about trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we can't try before we do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the plays may seem difficult to you, but what we want to do is try our best to do what we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it wasn't about trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP ME, SOMEBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously on the verge of tears when she took me out to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to run away.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;real quick.&lt;br /&gt;and now, as i'm recollecting,&lt;br /&gt;it all comes flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;even the kawanship can't cheer me up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEPRESSION, DON'T EAT ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cried. &lt;/em&gt;i remember i did. when she said that she would wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't like waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i HATE waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know hate is a strong word, that's why i'm using it.&lt;br /&gt;i want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3018732070907494567?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3018732070907494567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3018732070907494567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3018732070907494567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3018732070907494567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/bah-confusion.html' title='BAH. confusion'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7109671775250194885</id><published>2008-07-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:06:51.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gloogun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm a gluey girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in a sticky world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nuclear didn't kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm a gluey guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i sniff it and get high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a civilisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;glue helped in its creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to be sung to the tune of 'i'm a barbie girl.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah loo wrote the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 7th and 8th lines.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote the part about the glue sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;and lorraine, don't kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUNDER'S DAY CELEBRATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. i ended up beside tanya, and we just couldn't stop laughing at all the speeches and stuff like that. and tanya kept asking me to shut up. nyeh. ok so anyway i was greedy today :D and mrs ng gave me her food. then i was like "really?" and then she was like yeah, it's extra. and then now i feel a bit bad about it. oh well. i ate it already. haha. so then when i was on the bus home this REALLY INCONSIDERATE MGS GIRL stuck out her leg when all the other girls were trying to move down, cause some people couldn't get in, but then she's like blind and deaf and numb. she can't even SEE or HEAR or FEEL the people trying to walk past her. ugh. okay anyway as i said before i'm going to founder's day dinner and nell, i will tell you about the healthy food we ate there. okay?&lt;div 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title='gloogun'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3414670548455876074</id><published>2008-07-24T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:04:20.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>precipitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what is the weather now? describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;humid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;windy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;snowy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked pineapple rice today.&lt;br /&gt;no, no one died from it.&lt;br /&gt;i love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;especially with my class.&lt;br /&gt;with the two know-it-alls-about-cooking in the first row,&lt;br /&gt;me and lorraine the wash-everything-up girl in the second row,&lt;br /&gt;free entertainment and chloe and yannting in the third row,&lt;br /&gt;and miss the-burnt-fishcake-is-the-best and gwen and class chair and vice-chair in the last row.&lt;br /&gt;what a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay class was (REALLY REALLY NOT) wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joel shaved his head. ew. yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this really on-edge guy who started screaming and shouting at joy and joel, who &lt;em&gt;apparently &lt;/em&gt;insulted him. (joel did, joy didn't.) and then he went to call the OM, who had to like really calm him down cause he was really like having a really scary fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys who go to third lang are really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3414670548455876074?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3414670548455876074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3414670548455876074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3414670548455876074'/><link rel='self' 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but, that's what you get when you have a philo teacher as your LA teacher. sigh. mun told me what went on in 1T, and no offense guys, but you have to get yourselves sorted out. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the founder's day rehearsal went on quite nicely, and i quite enjoyed it, actually. contrary to other's opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stand up straight, and you'll look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and don't point at the guest-of-honour because it's rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we filed into the auditorium, following after 1T. being totally clueless about the seating arrangements, we just plonked into the seats directly in the middle of the sector. leaving 2G with 3 quarters of a row to sit in. me and chloe were laughing. and then 2D didn't listen to mrs ng, who told them to fill up the seats, so me and chloe were like, "she's going to blow up soon." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was okay, i think my sprints are getting better. although the wall pushing has got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i want the dream team back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the real awesome team back. or this.&lt;br /&gt;joyWA&lt;br /&gt;maeghanC&lt;br /&gt;sherylWD&lt;br /&gt;tenyeeGD&lt;br /&gt;chrisGK&lt;br /&gt;me!GA&lt;br /&gt;kayaGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would do fine. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who's going for the founder's day dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;apparently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6390014793065573647?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6390014793065573647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6390014793065573647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6390014793065573647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6390014793065573647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/roundtable-discussion.html' title='roundtable discussion'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-1874394066058384998</id><published>2008-07-18T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:59:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ye olde music shuffle quiz</title><content type='html'>koped from looloo's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press 'next song' after typing your answer for the previous question.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU HAVE TO TYPE THE ANSWER NO MATTER HOW STUPID IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" Your Grace Is Enough (um. i think it's okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself? Take It All (this is very weird. don't believe it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a girl/guy? I'll Rise [Live] (what.is.this man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today? Come Away With Me (finally this half makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose? Lost in Your Eyes (ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto? Reaching for You (CHRISTIAN SONG! so doesn't mean anyone but God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you? You Are My King (HAH. yeah right man i know some people really detest me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents? Everythings Changed (NO! i like my parents very much thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often? Born to Worship (worship! yay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2? Head over Heels [In this life] (i DO NOT go head over heels over MATH. PLEASE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend? How Great is our God (Jesus is my best friend. hah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like? Just Go (LOL!!! this is funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story? Need You In My Life (JESUS. and my parents. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up? Open up the Gates (to what? my new job? wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like? Heaven Knows (wah so cool. awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding? The Chipmunk Song (ohmyGOODNESS never in my life will I dance to that crazed song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral? Crying Shame (WOOTS! it is a crying shame that esther cheah is dead, i can picture the pastor mourning man! lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest? Where the Love lasts Forever (this does not make sense at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear? Open the eyes of my heart (so not true. i am not afraid of Jesus. i mean i fear Him, but oh you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret? I could sing of Your Love Forever (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends? Feel Good Inc. (so cool so cool so cool! yeah my friends make me feel good! woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as? Low (uh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What song would you play during your first kiss? Everyday's another day [journey to eternity] (the second part makes sense. but the first part... aiyah dunno lah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-1874394066058384998?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1874394066058384998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=1874394066058384998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1874394066058384998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1874394066058384998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/ye-olde-music-shuffle-quiz.html' title='ye olde music shuffle quiz'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-53631639686653144</id><published>2008-07-17T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T03:35:47.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>courses for the teachers</title><content type='html'>i love courses for SBC teachers.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;they make the class so happy.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;and we get amusing relief teachers.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's truly a series of fortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the geog fill-in (the first one) was okay. i give her 7/10 for letting us look at the textbook way before we were supposed to. that's nice of her. however she did not do anything fun. so i minussed 3 marks for that. haha i will never be a teacher my students will fail.&lt;br /&gt;the history fill-in was just plain amusing. i mean really um... vertically challenged. and then she went out of class, so me and nell started mutating her instructions. so it became (sort of ) like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please eat the worksheets (you should have 300 in total) and hole punch the 300 sheets. (punch 400 holes per page) please regurgitate the SBQs and do not hand in to your science rep. by 12:40am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know. retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEXT!&lt;/span&gt; chem fill-in! best one. i give her 9/10. the one mark is for not letting us look at her facebook photos. other than that she's pretty cool (and she's in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;olson! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she let us go to facebook and friendster, so yeah. and she told us that a certain teacher could be cute. um. okay but that was really fun, chem, cause there was this element called ununtiom or something like that and anyway we had a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fill-in, was geog (2). this one was for the test, and she gave us 20 minutes to last-minute study. i give this one 8/10 because she didn't notice my bleeding nose and didn't ask me to go to the toilet or anything. i don't get why people go to the toilet when they have a bleeding nose, though. doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yann ting and shantelle sim. updated. happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-53631639686653144?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/53631639686653144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=53631639686653144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/53631639686653144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/53631639686653144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/courses-for-teachers.html' title='courses for the teachers'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-778389820234264859</id><published>2008-07-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:48:29.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speechandrama</title><content type='html'>"your call is important to us. please hold. leave your message after the tone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my neighbours make weird animal sounds at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"welcome to Singapore! our Formula 1 F1 Grand Prix was very successful last wickend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"meow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no hongwork."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yoohoo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we love &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the norm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jeosh, jeosh, george perec."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all the above describe what goes on in my speech and drama class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my exam is on my birthday. "please bring us luck!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woe is me. i'll be up to my chest in panic on my BIRTHDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-778389820234264859?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/778389820234264859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=778389820234264859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/778389820234264859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/778389820234264859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/speechandrama.html' title='speechandrama'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-5045955391556626754</id><published>2008-07-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:00:56.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYMNSHYMNSHYMNS</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED MAIN SERVICE! AND COMMUNION SUNDAY EVEN! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits:&lt;br /&gt;amelia tang (who helped me get chris to scan the hymns)&lt;br /&gt;chris (who scanned the hymns)&lt;br /&gt;gracefong (who went through the pain and humiliation of the 8.30 service with me)&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel really happy now. maybe it's because of the new tie. i don't know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell i'm cheerful, right? cause i'm blabbering. blah blah blah. does the word blah come from blabbering? is blah a word? hmm. i never thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! i need to stop. like REALLY need to stop, otherwise i will just carry on. DUH!!!!!! hahahaha. if i don't stop i WILL carry on, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodness. okayokay i'm stopping RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. wait that means i didn't stop there! dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. i'm stopping NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-5045955391556626754?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5045955391556626754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=5045955391556626754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5045955391556626754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5045955391556626754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/hymnshymnshymns.html' title='HYMNSHYMNSHYMNS'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-9039214372119402626</id><published>2008-07-02T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:07:43.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG OVERDUE!</title><content type='html'>okay, just to keep the endless questions from coming,&lt;br /&gt;yes. me and my sister did get into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;we hope to see you at the finals.&lt;br /&gt;please do not ask me about details of the finals.&lt;br /&gt;we do not know anything.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha. okay so i've been pretty scattered these two weeks, and for those who know about it, i am extremely uncomfortable. you guys know why. lol. okay, i'm going to do a bit of publicizing (is that spelt right?) here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYBODY, YOUNG AND OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW'S THE TIME TO SHOW THAT YOU'RE BOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO TO THE FAIRFIELD CARNIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND PLAY SOME GAMES TO WIN THE GOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S THIS SATURDAY, NINE-TO-FIVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU WILL HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE'S FOOD, GAMES AND PLENTY MORE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE FUND-RAISING IS WHAT IT'S FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEE YOU THERE, EVERYONE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND JOIN US FOR SOME FUN IN THE SUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, that was made up on the spot. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i should stop posting now because i should be doing maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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OVERDUE!'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2120397806979648948</id><published>2008-06-27T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:34:45.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song titles.</title><content type='html'>HELLO! i know i haven't posted in a longlonglong time, but this one's gonna be quite funny. i was bored during geog, cause we were doing maps. so i wrote on my foolscap: let's attempt to converse in song titles and pushed it towards gwen. so then it started, and i will painstakingly type out the whole conversation for you.&lt;br /&gt;ME FIRST AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonesome tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn Right) Is better than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate (I really don't like you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry's Not Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unbelieveable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write sins, not tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops (I did it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such great friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a girl wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the broken road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (doing that thing you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, I'M] Out of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'M] Part of your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, I don't care] Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, we're always fighting] Strawberry Fields forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, don't talk so loud] Voices carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I will] When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, I'll be dead] No Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, you're lying] Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, what i say is worth believing] I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As in, you can go to the year 3000 using] Time Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Get back to the] Real World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm one of the] Kids of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so everyday you go] Radio Ga-Ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a] Stargirl - I AM COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I have] Five colours in her hair - I AM COOLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm] Burning Up [Your Hair] NOW YOU'RE NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm] Under pressure [cause I'm not cool]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You're] Learning to Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So can I] We are the champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I can fly, so] This is why I'm Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One [here is hot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But can't you feel the] Heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You're as hot as an] Ice Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm hot like] Ice Ice Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Get] Out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you need to go to] Rehab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm too] Irreplaceable [to go to rehab]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a] Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm gonna] crushcrushcrush [you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm] untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm] invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm] Built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm an] All star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a] Pop princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm one of a few] Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;And then it got confiscated. And after the lesson I had to go get it back, but still it was fun. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2120397806979648948?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2120397806979648948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2120397806979648948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2120397806979648948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2120397806979648948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-titles.html' title='Song titles.'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7722275186880414421</id><published>2008-06-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:38:41.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia truly asia</title><content type='html'>hello. sorry for not posting for so long  (i know, i know.) but i was in malaysia. which rocked. and i miss it&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH CAMP ESPECIALLY. like honestly&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back in time&lt;br /&gt;and have some more church camp fun.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;sniff&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss loads of people like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;markezhou&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the friendship and the masking tape times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for being my source of entertainment :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ariella&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for being my really awesome stickoutyourtongueatme friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for being ego and saying that girls with short hair have more personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for sharing dumbass jokes and almost dying at mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jireh&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for making me feel good about my height xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua wong&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for calming me down during wworship practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawn lim&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for bugging me to write down chords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for calling me the next king hee (lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace fong&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for persuading me to go on the space odessy roller coaster and freaking out with me when the structure moved and for being extremely gay with me and everyone else in the holiday inn room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the same reasons as above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiying&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for being superduper fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breanna&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for praying with me and hugging me when i needed it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristalynn&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for being my prayer partner! and such an excellent group member ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reuben (believe it or not)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for accusing me of praying for him (i did.) and thanking me after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alwyn&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for saying "i don't believe it!!" when i got the ball past him during captain's ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issac&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for making me laugh while sitting on the weights machine and for being really helpful during the water-polo-rugby-captain's-ball-everything game in the pool and also during captain's ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christopher&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for shouting "fernando torres!" during the jumble in the pool and for being guilt tripped :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else who i might have missed.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the whole wonderful experience of camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think during this church camp i got really close to God and i really had a God-driven experience. and i really hope that there's gonna be a change in the way i live my life now... i love church! and i love GOD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-7722275186880414421?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7722275186880414421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=7722275186880414421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7722275186880414421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7722275186880414421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/06/malaysia-truly-asia.html' title='malaysia truly asia'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4211196641533553870</id><published>2008-06-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:39:54.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aloud!</title><content type='html'>whoo! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRACE AND ESTHER&lt;/span&gt; got into aloud!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; yes, marian, we DID get in. so there. oh by the way did you?and anyway i'm in a very good mood :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D i think you could tell, i'm not pissed anymore! yay! awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4211196641533553870?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4211196641533553870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4211196641533553870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4211196641533553870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4211196641533553870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/06/aloud.html' title='aloud!'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-8987240584495299501</id><published>2008-05-30T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:01:47.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PISSED,PISSED,PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-8987240584495299501?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8987240584495299501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=8987240584495299501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8987240584495299501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8987240584495299501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissedpissedpissed.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-4157272567619472777</id><published>2008-05-30T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:46:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids in the book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was the last day of KIB. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUNFUNFUN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the kids there are really nice and the food there is really nice and everything there is really nice xD so here's the proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135158096809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_oV88ITXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ogUNPPZn_Wk/s320/30052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;me and the team called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOSHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206135596183473538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_ovc8ITYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/em6R3oTWj88/s320/30052008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my stickers!! everyone made some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136171709091218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pQ88ITZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GQCpWptWCPc/s320/30052008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine ariella me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136717169937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pws8ITaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeEytt7EW3E/s320/30052008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;delia alison me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136717169937842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pws8ITbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qRNYme939dY/s320/30052008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mason &amp;amp; me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136721464905154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pw88ITcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ODABFsuBJlI/s320/30052008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me &amp;amp; dennis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136721464905170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pw88ITdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WEUzT0rCxLQ/s320/30052008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me &amp;amp; luke! [he's samantha ng's brother!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206136725759872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_pxM8ITeI/AAAAAAAAABE/dPgnIq9J_C0/s320/30052008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all the helpers feeling the love lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206137915465813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_q2c8ITfI/AAAAAAAAABM/oVn7-lIFz2w/s320/30052008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and ariella [that's not her real face, like duh.] she was being the phantom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAY!! i &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-4157272567619472777?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4157272567619472777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=4157272567619472777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4157272567619472777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/4157272567619472777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-in-book.html' title='kids in the book'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2M5lIuc676o/SD_oV88ITXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ogUNPPZn_Wk/s72-c/30052008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-5517728516417178476</id><published>2008-05-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:04:06.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auditions</title><content type='html'>ALOUD! auditions today, can't say it was bad. but still. pretty horrible considering one of the ladies couldn't really hear the piano, and i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i went off key. for a while. but i think we did pretty well:) anyway, just a reminder to marian, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we are not changing our name to the cheah sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; just so you know. ok so anyway for those of you who DO ACTUALLY watch the arena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RI won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; which totally sucks because i'm feminist and i was actually rooting for nanyang, even though i don't LOVE that school, but it's a girls' school so what the heck. anyway we were saying that some of the audience members actually looked quite bored (by the way 'we' is me and my maid) and we were critiquing what the debaters had to say. so. haha. ok and i think i'm gonna become unfit, cause i'm skipping 4 trainings &lt;em&gt;in a row&lt;/em&gt; during the hols. AGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-5517728516417178476?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5517728516417178476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=5517728516417178476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5517728516417178476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5517728516417178476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/auditions.html' title='auditions'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-1909841818717840078</id><published>2008-05-25T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:50:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-NIL-</title><content type='html'>hello. sorry for being lazy and not posting xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway david cook won AI. sucks. i was rooting for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;david archuleta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but in the end the stupid stupid stupid david cook had to go and crycrycry and win :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT HAPPY! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;but anyway america is kinda unfair so what the hell. um. um. ROCS! yeah wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. i liked the last day best xD cause we visited the toy museum! :D but! before that we went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MICKEYDONALDS:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and RUSHED through our meals and then i asked for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TOY xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and everyone called me childish &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sniff. i'm not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and SOMEPEOPLE wasted food. but not me! i packed it nicely into the mcnugget box. lol. but i threw my drink away --smiles sheepishly--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;last day of school. presentations. NIGHTMARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Reshmi didn't bring her traditional indian costume&lt;br /&gt;2. didn't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. last minute ideas&lt;br /&gt;4. had to face the teachers&lt;br /&gt;5. reshmi just kept going on and on.&lt;br /&gt;6. had to tare the posterboard for games information.&lt;br /&gt;7. turned out quite bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH! what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frightful memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on the last day of school eh. but i liked watching all the RETARDED videos that mrs lim filmed at the mount sophia campus. couldn't stop laughing at the 1D (i think) one-- school uniforms was damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i'll end here BECAUSE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it. lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-1909841818717840078?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1909841818717840078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=1909841818717840078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1909841818717840078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1909841818717840078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/nil.html' title='-NIL-'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-8473797280149121014</id><published>2008-05-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:26:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell mrs tong</title><content type='html'>today was MRS TONG'S FAREWELL PARTY. it was the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; like when we came down to the canteen and got everything set up nicely, mrs ng was like 'you all are SO EFFICIENT at planning parties. can i see this kind of initiative in LA lessons PLEASE?' hah so funny. then we asked mrs tong to cut the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then nell moved in and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;butchered the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; then mrs ng was like "NELL!!!" and nell was like 'sorry,sorry' LOL. it was so FUNNEH. then we gave mrs tong her two gifts-- some engraved pen and a scrapbook with all our pictures and messages inside, the mrs ng was like 'oh they are so sweet.' and i was like trading weird looks with tanya. so then ANYWAY we played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;charades! funfunfun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NELLTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went up to play, her word was model. so she struck this super &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/span&gt; pose and everyone was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MODEL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funfunfun. then we tried our HARDEST to finish all the food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(my japanese chicken was finished!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then we went back to class to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOUBLEWHACKO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was AWESOME! i have deduced that mrs ng and mrs tong are actually very excitable xD. so the highlights are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers come in.&lt;br /&gt;"how to play??" -mrs tong &amp;amp; mrs ng.&lt;br /&gt;we demo once for them.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng sits in front of mrs tong.&lt;br /&gt;someone calls mrs ng.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng screams at mrs tong.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng gets whacked.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng vows revenge.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng whacks chloe. hard.&lt;br /&gt;someone calls mrs tong.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ng laughs when mrs tong is whacked.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tong whacks someone (i forgot who sorry)&lt;br /&gt;someone calls sarah loo (who is sitting in front of mrs tong)&lt;br /&gt;mrs tong, engaged in conversation with mrs ng, does not notice until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tong screams.&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughs.&lt;br /&gt;someone calls rachel (who is sitting in front of mrs ng i think)&lt;br /&gt;"gwengwengwengwengwengwengwengwengwengwen!"- mrs ng&lt;br /&gt;mrs tong starts saying that mrs ng is cheating.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tong almost gets whacked, but is oblivious as she is still talking to mrs ng about her cheating.&lt;br /&gt;the above 4 steps happens again.&lt;br /&gt;the game ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the post ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-8473797280149121014?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8473797280149121014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=8473797280149121014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8473797280149121014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8473797280149121014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/farewell-mrs-tong.html' title='farewell mrs tong'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-3348761196801357610</id><published>2008-05-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:38:59.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first quiz! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. At what age do you want to get married? dunno. Why should i know now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Who is more important to you? (Friends/Boyfriend) friends obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Who is the person you trust the most? um. i don't have only one xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 4. Do you think you have enough confidence? duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. If you can have a dream come true, what is it? having a perfect life lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? uh. i've seen one before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. What is your goal for this year? to get to sec 2. and to get into the netball team :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love? um. yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. What do you wish would disappear? all my problems? obviously right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. What feeling do you love the most? being pissed. he he he. no lah. um getting something perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Do you believe in true love? um. yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. What feeling do you hate most? being frickin stabbed in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Do you cherish every friendship of yours? um. depends on whether the other one does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Do you believe in GOD? YEAH DUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in life? um. living it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always there for you? everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Whose your best friends? um. no comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. What have you done to please yourself? nothing. YET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. What would you want to do now? please myself xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Do you deserve love? i guess everyone does, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;koped and adjusted from shantelle sim's blog. you can take it from mine too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-3348761196801357610?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3348761196801357610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=3348761196801357610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3348761196801357610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/3348761196801357610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-quiz-xd.html' title='my first quiz! xD'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6105446542510052656</id><published>2008-05-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:21:05.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mcdonalds in the car</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS A MOST DISTURBING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we read this really &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; passage in LA, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;practice makes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; it was disturbing but AWESOME. like really cool and all, but then it came in only 3rd. mrs ng said it was because it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;macabre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; NEW WORD!! it means gross and disturbing, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LCM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; lol. jk... i think. anyway, after school when my mum fetched me home from school, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then i switched the radio to 987, and it was playing 'just so you know'. jesse mccartney. so anyway our conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:OK. who sang this? (i'm always testing her so that she knows what's going on in the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Uh, Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:?!?!?!?!! (with a totally shocked look on my face) MUM! THIS IS A GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Oh. Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Jesse McCartney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:(puzzled look) Jesse McCartney is a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:(bewildered) J-E-S-S-E! that's not a girl's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:(self-assured) No. It's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. so i was like shocked for the rest of the ride home. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6105446542510052656?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6105446542510052656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6105446542510052656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6105446542510052656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6105446542510052656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/mcdonalds-in-car.html' title='mcdonalds in the car'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-1621266771987583016</id><published>2008-05-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:54:09.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the one that i've tried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to write over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you sing to me over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i lay my head back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i lift my hands and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be only yours i pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be only yours i know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my only hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing to me the song of the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of your galaxy dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and laughing and laughing again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it feels like my dreams so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing to me of the plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you have for me over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i lay my head back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i lift my hands and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be only yours i pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be only yours i know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my only hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-1621266771987583016?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1621266771987583016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=1621266771987583016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1621266771987583016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/1621266771987583016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-hope.html' title='only hope'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2795685052985819246</id><published>2008-05-04T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:12:51.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="270" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFqTd-CEjHM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFqTd-CEjHM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SERIOUSLY ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2795685052985819246?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2795685052985819246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2795685052985819246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2795685052985819246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2795685052985819246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/simpsons.html' title='simpsons'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2164354720810279135</id><published>2008-05-03T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:44:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi. I just finished watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MOVIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hehehe. that would explain why i'm not pissed anymore xD. so anyway yeah i have nothing more to post. oh but does anyone know when interhouse games are? please tag if you know :D thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2164354720810279135?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2164354720810279135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2164354720810279135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2164354720810279135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2164354720810279135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/unpissed.html' title='Unpissed'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-8422383861530422065</id><published>2008-05-03T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:30:29.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-8422383861530422065?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8422383861530422065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=8422383861530422065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8422383861530422065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/8422383861530422065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-5706489939074365261</id><published>2008-05-02T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:56:37.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED MODULARS</title><content type='html'>as the title suggests, I HAVE FINISHED MODULARS &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yeah oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; like i was panicking this morning (and last night) cause i thought i didn't learn enough but then yeah. but bio was like really hard (i think i'm gonna scrape through it) but i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i did well for physics. i hope. so anyway now i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLACK &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and laugh at my sister cause her mid-years end next week xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-5706489939074365261?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5706489939074365261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=5706489939074365261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5706489939074365261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/5706489939074365261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/finished-modulars.html' title='FINISHED MODULARS'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-203785291193123455</id><published>2008-04-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:32:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grace's birthday</title><content type='html'>hello. sorry i didn't post for so long. anyway 27th april was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;funfunfun. so at around 5.00pm people started coming to our house cause we were having a barbecue. and then all of us were sitting around this table doing homework but we kept on getting distracted cause my brother brought his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up so we were watching maroon 5 and michael buble and jason mraz. very nice. then one of our friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[charlene] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saw this old big book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the drawing book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and she started copying pictures from it. then suddenly she got temperamental and she crushed up her paper and threw it on the floor. then she went to pick it up and she tried throwing it into the bin at a distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; so then we spent like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; minutes trying to throw it away. lol. so after that we went to eat, and then blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER we cut the cake &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[during the happy birthday song all of us purposely sang out of tune and clapped during the wrong beats to piss the parents off lol] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we played captain's ball! it was super funny cause everyone started having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SECRET PLANS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so then one of the people on my team was like 'PLAN P! PLAN P!' then i was like what? and then he was like 'PASS LAH!' then i was like whatever. so weird. okay then after we played then everyone went home and my sister opened her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then halfway while she was opening them this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;COCKROACH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crawled up her leg. GROSS! then she screamed and ran around. then i was laughing on the couch. so fun. then everyone went to sleep cause it was already 11.00pm so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-203785291193123455?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/203785291193123455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=203785291193123455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/203785291193123455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/203785291193123455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/graces-birthday.html' title='grace&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6713358814471900395</id><published>2008-04-22T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:52:04.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WILL ROCK YA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we will rock you was amazing. better than any darn musical i've ever seen:) it ROCKED! like the moment it began (it was really loud, innuendo) i knew it was gonna be like the BEST EVER. i wanna watch it again. and then STUPID EDDY has to go and watch it a second time. and the first time SHE GOT THE FRONT ROW. AND SHE PICKED UP KILLER QUEEN'S PENDANT. hate her. anyway i recommend we will rock you cause its the best show ever and yeah just go watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um. monday. oh yeah monday i didn't do a lot of homework and so i had to stay back during recess and all the reps were shouting HAND IN and then i got really stressed out. but then halfway i decided not to care and went for recess with tanya. and mrs tong was really nice during physics. like she told us about resilience? and she told us that we should stay in hostels during uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today we had our last IT lesson &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and we had to present our digital storyboards and it was really funny cause shantelle sim's specs broke and she spent almost the whole lesson trying to fix it back. and then chantal nell and tanya kept getting scolded by mrs lim for talking, and then nell had to move behind me so that she'll be separated from chantal. so then i asked nell to move forward and then she was like 'no lah, later she ask me to sit at the door down there'. haha. quite stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' i want to break free'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6713358814471900395?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6713358814471900395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6713358814471900395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6713358814471900395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6713358814471900395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-will-rock-ya.html' title='WE WILL ROCK YA'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-7061711786990656736</id><published>2008-04-20T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:37:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning rain is falling</title><content type='html'>heh. the title's quite ironic cause it wasn't raining but whatever. i taught my brother how to play that song today. so anyway yesterday after i posted i went to dinner. so i have to tell you about that. cause it was really fun. okay um me and my brother(my sister was sick. she just came back from penang.) went with our parents to some place called triple 3 (weird i know.) to eat with our friend's family and her cousin's family. then after we ate we went to the poolside area then we started breakdancing. or tried to. apparently (according to my friend) we were doing a move called babyfreeze. it was quite funny. so we were babyfreezing and then my friend's cousin had this brilliant idea that we sit on the deckchair and try to inch it forward without getting down. so i raced with her and we got scolded by some staff person. lol. so then we went up to the balcony to do some more babyfreezing. and after that we went back into the restaurant, and the girl i raced with knocked over the flowers. so it was quite funny. then i asked her 'are you in support of china or tibet?' you know right. and then she was like 'for what?' and i just stared that her cause i thought everyone knew, and then her sister said 'for football.' then i laughed really hard. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i woke up at 815. actually i was woken up. and then i had to play for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;chinese service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause my sister was sick. so i was kinda lost. but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO FEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hehe. i did it. and then my friend wanted me to help with kindergarten cause the other person who usually does it with her wasn't there. so the little kiddies were doing craft, and then we were supposed to help them but in the end we did it by ourselves. like we coloured our OWN sheets of paper and cut our OWN yellow papers and glued our OWN yellow papers. it was fun. and we realised that a lot of the little kiddies could cut shapes better than us lol. yeah so now i'm gonna watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WE WILL ROCK YOU &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hehe. awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-7061711786990656736?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7061711786990656736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=7061711786990656736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7061711786990656736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/7061711786990656736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='sunday morning rain is falling'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-6755067205248758163</id><published>2008-04-19T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:06:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot fudge sundae</title><content type='html'>today was the U-14 trials! and i don't know whether i got in or not. i'm supposed to check the netball website "on friday after lunch". and i'm really tired now because my stamina was like the WORST there &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but then for the second round some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY PRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; people &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get in and then i was like HUH?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!?!!?. so yeah. and i was hungry. cos i thought the trials only took like 2 hours? and in the end it took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;six whole hours of my LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and there was this prata shop opposite CCAB, and i was &lt;em&gt;longing&lt;/em&gt; to go to that prata shop. i love prata. okay anyway so after the trials me jeanne nerine steph szeli lenny clarissa went to KAP. and i ate a filetofish fries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOTFUDGESUNDAE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-6755067205248758163?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6755067205248758163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=6755067205248758163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6755067205248758163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/6755067205248758163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-fudge-sundae.html' title='hot fudge sundae'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779023670795780638.post-2337287924193546347</id><published>2008-04-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:38:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>ok. credits go to shantelle sim who got scared and panicked with me and tolerated all my time-consuming thinking. also to yannting and lizzie for being the second and third(besides me) to tag. YAY! i finally have a nice blog xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779023670795780638-2337287924193546347?l=fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2337287924193546347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4779023670795780638&amp;postID=2337287924193546347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2337287924193546347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779023670795780638/posts/default/2337287924193546347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivemillionlittlepieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>shotgunner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04579056892085198183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
