<?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-29158103</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:31:07.567+08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m a letdown.'/><category term='gotta change.'/><category term='nonsense.'/><category term='happy me.'/><category term='song.'/><category term='she is missed):'/><category term='Christian Walk.'/><category term='Dance to my own rythem'/><category term='Sleepy.'/><category term='funny.'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='psp.'/><category term='byee.'/><category term='I&apos;m just worn out.'/><category term='random.'/><category term='sick. in pain. still having a time of my life'/><category term='leaving.'/><category term='Peter was a water walker'/><category term='photos'/><category term='GGAAAHH.'/><category term='sickked.'/><category term='poems.'/><category term='I&apos;m good.'/><category term='I&apos;m not emo'/><category term='really'/><category term='Outreach.'/><category term='talked back to teacher'/><category term='RADICAL-LITY for CHANGKAT'/><category term='School.'/><category term='shock value.'/><category term='dang.'/><category term='Stepping Stones'/><category term='so yesterday'/><category term='crappy post.'/><category term='Shattered'/><category term='photos.'/><category term='Stressed.'/><category term='OutReach'/><category term='Taking little steps of faith'/><category term='Drunk in the Holy Spirit.'/><category term='first time this term.'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Confusion makes my brain boggle'/><category term='tired.'/><category term='randomness.'/><category term='Humour.'/><category term='control.'/><category term='mms?'/><category term='Should have trusted that voice.'/><category term='moving on.'/><category term='Life.'/><category term='School'/><category term='sickkedd.'/><category term='She is stupid to think it'/><category term=':D'/><category term='clothes accessories.'/><category term='sing my own song'/><category term='fun.fun.fun.'/><category term='Fun.'/><category term='random'/><category term='Like him'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Don&apos;t wipe away my feelings.'/><category term='tired. wants.'/><category term='fell down(:'/><category term='Hidden.'/><category term='Emo.'/><category term='I need a break'/><category term='i may stink but Jesus still love me:DD'/><category term='i want to care.'/><category term='Life. 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Christian Walk.'/><category term='i love messing about'/><category term='weirdo.'/><category term='i want more.'/><category term='Reaching my ultimate destination'/><category term='Praise the Lord for another soul is saved:DD'/><title type='text'>Jesus; our Savior</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-5736460697696189951</id><published>2008-10-24T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:24:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaaaaayyyyy, I've just realised a whole bunch of people still haven't relinked me.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE OFFICALLY MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; , so please, RELINK ME. I'm still on this debacle of whether to switch back using blogger or stick to livej. Heh. But most likely, I'll be using livej from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;HTTP://ZOIE-ED.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relink thankkkssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5736460697696189951?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5736460697696189951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5736460697696189951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5736460697696189951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5736460697696189951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/10/okaaaaayyyyy-ive-just-realised-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4921254835972549986</id><published>2008-06-23T18:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY APPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It all started out with an advertisement..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-DOyw2uDI/AAAAAAAADiM/5DIRcgiqfg0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215031183686416434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-DOyw2uDI/AAAAAAAADiM/5DIRcgiqfg0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..It caught my eye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; I had to grab one for myself before it was gone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-DoxXlsLI/AAAAAAAADiU/mBwSd0Fjhx8/s1600-h/iPod_by_punkrock55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215031629988606130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-DoxXlsLI/AAAAAAAADiU/mBwSd0Fjhx8/s320/iPod_by_punkrock55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, the craze started..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends were complaining about me ranting on and on and on about my new iPod. But I loved it to bits! I brought it everywhere with me, even to the..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-FAKk9UmI/AAAAAAAADic/_BsHG3Nf42c/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033131404186210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-FAKk9UmI/AAAAAAAADic/_BsHG3Nf42c/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOILET!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's delightfully light and portable and best of all, I could store all my favourite music in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-GFbRxiiI/AAAAAAAADik/xGupXcQAcig/s1600-h/DSC06806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215034321298098722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-GFbRxiiI/AAAAAAAADik/xGupXcQAcig/s320/DSC06806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nodding my head to PlanetShakers- Pick It Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't live without my iPod now! It's my daily drug and when I need a music boost or when I'm down, I just plug my earpiece in and &lt;em&gt;tada! &lt;/em&gt;it brightens up my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that there's an iTouch, it's all the better. It can surf the wireless web, store photos and listen to music! What more can a girl want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/sg/"&gt;http://store.apple.com/sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4921254835972549986?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4921254835972549986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4921254835972549986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4921254835972549986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4921254835972549986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-my-apple.html' title='I LOVE MY APPLE'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SF-DOyw2uDI/AAAAAAAADiM/5DIRcgiqfg0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-8607793532720557129</id><published>2008-05-30T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:46.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SEAGoDUZbxI/AAAAAAAADiE/AM8Y_mchdOI/s1600-h/DSC08079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206168454395686674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SEAGoDUZbxI/AAAAAAAADiE/AM8Y_mchdOI/s320/DSC08079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, couldn't do a proper one. But I got creative and made a half bun instead. BWAHAHA:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks kinda gay and ugly because of the two lumps at the side. Anyway, I did a better one but was lazy to upload it. This looks surprisingly good though, for a first attempt and also it looks pretty "&lt;em&gt;classy&lt;/em&gt;" . Heh((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how I learnt how to do a chopstick bun?&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://holly--jean.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8607793532720557129?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8607793532720557129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8607793532720557129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8607793532720557129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8607793532720557129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SEAGoDUZbxI/AAAAAAAADiE/AM8Y_mchdOI/s72-c/DSC08079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-1681125854318907634</id><published>2008-05-15T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Caspian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SCuTwDqEUCI/AAAAAAAADh8/4mdiiLtWaww/s1600-h/1490390027_723641ab26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200412648554123298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SCuTwDqEUCI/AAAAAAAADh8/4mdiiLtWaww/s320/1490390027_723641ab26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest sequal to The Chronicals Of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe is out! Let's welcome, The Choronicals Of Narnia: Prince Caspian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to catch this movie! It'll be worth it with all the excitement going on. I've watched the first sequel and it was really interesting with all the graphic and all. There will be a talking mouse called Reepicheep, and boy, his name sounds talkative enough and another two cute names appears too, a drawf called Trumpkin and a badger named Trufflehunter. Super cute right, their names! Haha.And you can see the difference in the siblings now, they've obviously grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the story line sounds interesting enough, hopefully there is still snow in Narnia, haha. I'd want to see what happens at the end, even though I've read the entire book about The Chronicals of Narnia and it just so happens that Nuffnang is having a Gala Premier on a holiday. Just my luck(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the movie log on to &lt;a title="blocked::http://fighttosavenarnia.com.sg/" href="http://www.fighttosavenarnia.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fighttosavenarnia.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1681125854318907634?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1681125854318907634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1681125854318907634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1681125854318907634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1681125854318907634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/05/prince-caspian.html' title='Prince Caspian'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SCuTwDqEUCI/AAAAAAAADh8/4mdiiLtWaww/s72-c/1490390027_723641ab26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-2340804425196188172</id><published>2008-04-20T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:48:22.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Offical Hiatus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually, I've moved;DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't miss out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, yeah. I still rock.&lt;/strong&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/29158103-2340804425196188172?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2340804425196188172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2340804425196188172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2340804425196188172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2340804425196188172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1267645933816065449</id><published>2008-04-15T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:49:01.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of going on &lt;strong&gt;HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt; on blogspot. But it depends though, if I'm more used to this then I'll stick to this. I'll still post here and maybe one day once I got livejournal fully figured and mastered, I'll start really posting there. Right now, this is my main domain:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://zoie-ed.livejournal.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1267645933816065449?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1267645933816065449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1267645933816065449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1267645933816065449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1267645933816065449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-8195935874051911532</id><published>2008-04-15T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:09:38.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Live Journal Urge</title><content type='html'>I have an urge to switch to &lt;em&gt;Livejournal&lt;/em&gt;.  HowDDDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8195935874051911532?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8195935874051911532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8195935874051911532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8195935874051911532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8195935874051911532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/live-journal-urge.html' title='Live Journal Urge'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5894318813232247629</id><published>2008-04-15T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:44:04.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Heats Day 1</title><content type='html'>Finally, I passed Ms Wong the &lt;em&gt;Edusave&lt;/em&gt; form:DD Not baking cheese cake tomorrow, Mdm Siti didn't tell us anything else): During &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt;, Wilbert and Renny went for couselling. Haha. I don't know for what reason. Maybe it's bullying or maybe teacher thought it was them who vandallised Syafiq's table. Renny and Feydric kept imitating Jean Louise Finch aka Scout from &lt;em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt;'s movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at the gym during &lt;strong&gt;P.E&lt;/strong&gt; with Qiao Yu. Quite alot of 3E3 people were there after the first half of the lesson. Andrew met all the sec3s after school, I don't really know about what they were talking about, as in the Friday cell thing and all. Some things he and Jasmin said made sense, some made me a little pissed because I wasn't even involved [ but then later I think and think, and I sort of involved because I am one of the sec3s too. And anyway both of them weren't really pinpointing], some I agreed to, some just made me feel like I'm pretty much doing what God wants and all.  Anyway, I went with Charlotte and Sherrill to Heats Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paired up with Eric at first, but then I didn't want to, so I partnered Jerome. Just as bad, but better. At one point he kept on going about dragonflies because there were so many of them around at the particular spot near the high jump. I was irratated and told him to stuff it. Some guy pushed Hakeem while he was running, cos Hakeem was leading then the guy was second. I guess he wasn't too happy to he pushed Hakeen and when Hakeem fell down, that idiot didn't even bother to turn back to look. So totally intentional! What a mean guy, that cheater. We had to use a stretcher to transport Hakeem back to the &lt;em&gt;First Aid Tent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Te brought up the subject of asking us what we think if we combined with &lt;strong&gt;NCDCC&lt;/strong&gt;. OC stayed silent and Charlotte and I insisted St John stayed the way it is. So horrible, first don't let us march in &lt;em&gt;Speech Day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; even have our flag there and now &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheered for quite alot of people(: Like, Wei Li, Willy, the malay boy whose name I can't recall, Titi, OC, Qian Hao, Lyn, Lynn, Aglin, Shivani, Haridass, Aloysious, Andrew, Ian, Big Ashraf, Clement, Ze Cong, Amirah..etc. I'm such a nice friend((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, now I can't be bothered to crawl out of bed! I never once overslept before, I want to oversleep for one:DD That's so ironic of me. Haha. But I obviously can't because my mother automatically wakes up at 6.30 like that, unlike me whose auto-clock makes me wake up at 5.30 only to let me sleep another &lt;em&gt;30minutes&lt;/em&gt; before getting up, and then wakes me up in this hurried voice, "&lt;em&gt; Zuo Yi [ my chinese name, laugh all you doofuses want]! XING LAI LE! CHI DAO LE! [Wake up! Late already!]&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss Jeremy. Haha, it's only like..3 days since his depature on Sat and I miss him annoying me and bossing me around already((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5894318813232247629?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5894318813232247629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5894318813232247629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5894318813232247629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5894318813232247629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/heats-day-1.html' title='Heats Day 1'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6235601474157526798</id><published>2008-04-14T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:51:23.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Ragh</title><content type='html'>Sleepy day today. In Mrs Te's lesson, I fell asleep. Really. Anyway, I still owe Mrs Peh the &lt;em&gt;Edusave form&lt;/em&gt;. Keep forgetting about it. Oh and Feydric made up this word, a word that owns all the other ridiculous things we call each other, ' &lt;em&gt;Shabala-dingdong&lt;/em&gt;'. Cool right((: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Aglin to visit her mother at the hospital then went home. At the bus stop, some guy on the upper deck on a bus waved at me. I'm like, who the heck is he?! Looked like a chinese national. Ha. Anyway, I saw Gibson with his friends while I was on the bus. Supposed to meet Dionne but she had Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home. I have officially decided to stop eating breakfast [ actually, I don't even eat breakfast at all when there is school] and lunch. I think recess is sufficent to pull me through till dinner. Save money! I still have to pay Xuan Cheng; his friend went to help me buy Speed Stacking Cups:DD. I have yet to give Noel his shirt and I owe Yin Yung a lolipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super blur today. I thought tomorrow school ends at 2.15 and the notice Charlotte put up was that we have to be at &lt;em&gt;Tampines Stadium&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BY&lt;/strong&gt; 2.15pm. In my mind, I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;she's nuts&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;, Po Huat smsed that Andrew wanted to meet at the sec3s tomorrow after school. And I'm like, what the crap. So much to do! So I asked him if it's important and he said yes. I told him I can't go cause I got duty for Heats Day and it's almost impossible since tomorrow school ends at 2.15 and I'll already have to be at the Stadium. Turns out, school ends at 1.30 tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Oh wow, Zoie, way to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dionne after her Oral. We chit chatted and went a little bit bonkers. She force-fed me cheesecake, &lt;em&gt;ew&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, chocolate cheese cake. It wasn't too bad, more chocolate than cheese taste, &lt;strong&gt;BUT IT MADE ME FATTER&lt;/strong&gt;)): That evil girl. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Busy busy busy day tomorrow. Intending to ask Andrew Yeo if I can join the worship ministry on Sunday. Will not tell you which one I want to get. I need a few things and get a few things done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haversack bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass Noel his shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the Edusave form&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Khairul and Nicole a bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A note book for Nicole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bible study with Nicole and Dionne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Followup on Ann Ching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up my room and chuck unwanted things out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan and decide birthday cause &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; people are pestering to know the date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stop bullying QiXian&lt;/s&gt; I don't care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new formal shirt that I can use during &lt;em&gt;Greeters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop thinking I'm fat even though I think I am. So ironic((:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stop self-pitying.&lt;/s&gt; Nah, I'm not really self pitying la!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join Worship ministry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the guitar &lt;strong&gt;PROPERLY&lt;/strong&gt; and not just bits and pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop ****** ****** [makes no sense to people who don't know]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy foolscape paper, correction tape, a sharp sharpener, new ruler. [ basically, change everything other than pens in my pencil case.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the Jodi Picoult book, &lt;em&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Keeping Faith&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mercy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Salem Falls&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Perfect Match&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, 20 things I should do. But I didn't state if I'll do it. HA. I'll also need to stop losing my voice at the wrong times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6235601474157526798?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6235601474157526798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6235601474157526798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6235601474157526798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6235601474157526798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ragh.html' title='Ragh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-8776458535103637425</id><published>2008-04-13T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:07:36.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Missed first service</title><content type='html'>Woo, I missed first service today. Had Greeter's Duty. Quite fun. I don't know how I count the people and my counter can go from 140 become 1140. Joey [ the greeter, not jeremy's brother] was like, Huh?! She's so funny:DD I thought she and Kenneth were like 17-18 like in poly but turns out they are only a year older than me. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madel [yesss, i finally remembered your name!] and I talked a little before duty started, then I went to attend class. Me and Esther were wearing the same pattern shirt(: Madel didn't believe we were cousins. Haha. I sat with their cell during the class, no idea why too. The sec3 boys had taken to calling me ' &lt;em&gt;Endless Pit&lt;/em&gt; ' and I don't know why. In the class, Camren talked about bottomless pit and &lt;strong&gt;THEY LAUGHED&lt;/strong&gt;. Esther was like errr, okay, that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw Zhen Ling's botak head((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8776458535103637425?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8776458535103637425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8776458535103637425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8776458535103637425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8776458535103637425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/missed-first-service.html' title='Missed first service'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1043581273956571558</id><published>2008-04-12T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:01:03.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Cell</title><content type='html'>Dionne came my house at around 11 plus AFTER calling me 1/2 an hour ago. &lt;em&gt;Deserve a slap&lt;/em&gt;((: kidding. Luckily, my mother reminded us to take umbrella, and thus I took two. Rained like some mama when we alighted at Parkway. So we decided, &lt;em&gt;okay I decided&lt;/em&gt;, to go MacDonald's cos it was nearer than &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;. Freaking crap, it's so crowded inside. I spotted Nerissa and then after her friend's left, Dionne and I joined her. Chatted and ate then had to rush to church to meet Jasmin and Pei Ling. I was like super wet by the time I reached &lt;strong&gt;PARKWAY'S OVERHEAD BRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt;, not even half the journey la! So I gave up using the retarded and small umbrella, I was like RAH! And I swung my arm as if I wanted to throw the umbrella on the floor then walk off. Like a lot of people were looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like 3/4 of my vintage jeans were &lt;em&gt;wet&lt;/em&gt;. And my shoes felt disgusting and slimey. After going into Roxy and getting a plastic bag, I was so fed up, I decided to walk bare-footed. Nerissa and Dionne were like, huh?! I think. Haha. But don't worry, when I came to the next bridge I wore it back, but this time, the water was flithy and disgusting and it wet my nearly dry shoes &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;RAGH&lt;/strong&gt;, and the umbrella cut my thumb and it feels super painful cos I can't even SEE the cut. Like smaller than a dumb paper cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to &lt;em&gt;Changi Airport&lt;/em&gt; cause we thought we were going to be late sending Jeremy off, but then turns out, we were like, sort of early. Wasted my five bucks so later I couldn't eat at &lt;em&gt;Popeyes'&lt;/em&gt; after sending Jeremy off. Chatted with Nerissa a little((: Then, I fell asleep at &lt;em&gt;Popeyes' &lt;/em&gt;after taking Xiang Jun's fries. Haha, he let me and Nerissa have em'. The retarded thing was after Xiang Jun said grace, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he snorted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Nerissa and I fell about laughing because of that. Solomon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cell then went over to &lt;strong&gt;T3&lt;/strong&gt; for icebreaker. Airport hide-and-seek. &lt;u&gt;What the crap right&lt;/u&gt;! Haha. I was hiding at &lt;em&gt;Candy Empire&lt;/em&gt; during the first round and the lady was like, "Are you playing hide-and-seek." She looked pretty angry and I was like, "Uh." Then, she walked off. My 'uh' wasn't even a yes or a no thing! Haha, then I hid at Mini Toons and the lady and man there kept a close watch on me. I think they thought I was going to steal something. My goodness, please la, my bag is not even with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I got caught my Solomon. I was at the 1st level cause I went up and was waiting for the lift to come up to bring me back down. I was talking to Liang on the phone when I turned around and saw Solomon. He was like blur blur, then I scream and ran. Everyone looked at me of course, then he drag his feet follow me. Then I thinking, ai ya forfeit then forfeit la, so I turn around and &lt;em&gt;surrendered&lt;/em&gt;. So gay la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played another round and at the end didn't do forfeit. Went with Liang, Solo and Xiang to tamp to play basketball. Okay, they played I watched. I was playing guitar and then later Wendy and I tricked Xiang with '&lt;em&gt;BlackMagic&lt;/em&gt;'. Then, I had to go home. Oh, Wendy lent me money for dinner, &lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt;! Austin used Jon's bike to &lt;em&gt;tompang&lt;/em&gt; me back to the interchange. I did get tompang-ed before but that was like when I was 5 or 6 and it was my dad or mom who tompang-ed me and I was still sitting then. &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;this time, I had to stand, and I totally freaked out. Su Tieng reassured me it will be fine, and please take note, we were like, almost under the basketball pole, so anytime the ball may hit me and Austin. Finally, I resigned and climbed on cause turns out that if I don't get on, Austin will most likely stay there until I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was super freaky cause he went very fast, and the ground was kind of bumpy. Then, he ran the ride lights, and the next thing I knew, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WERE CYCLING ON THE ROAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Super dangerous la! I mean, yes, it was thrilling and I enjoyed it, BUT still it is more dangerous than me jaywalking in front of on-coming cars. During the ride, I kept saying, " I'm gonna die, I'm dead, I'm dead." And Austin would say, "You're not dead, you're alive, you're alive." And once, I was like, "Dionne is right! I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going to die of a car accident." That horrible Austin &lt;strong&gt;LAUGHED&lt;/strong&gt; and asked, "Why?" I told him cause I always jaywalk and walk into the face of danger and so Dionne told me she knows I'm going to die of a car accident one day. &lt;strong&gt;HE LAUGHED &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THANKS FOR THE RIDE, AUSTIN. And he is not really that horrible((: I saw Joshie-Boshie at the basketball too((: I was smsing Nicholas the entire day because he was trying to guess something; &lt;em&gt;if he leaks it out, he is one dead scout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1043581273956571558?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1043581273956571558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1043581273956571558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1043581273956571558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1043581273956571558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/cell.html' title='Cell'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5752487124844654212</id><published>2008-04-12T07:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:08:17.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>PlanetShakers concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, Thursday was in a way quite fun((: I don't exactly remember what happened in school though I know what happened in POA. We always have a good laugh in POA:DD Faaiz is back into the picture again, haha. Anyway, on Thursday, Mr Ong was wearing a shirt too big for him and baggy pants. Renny realised it and told me, Feydric and Thiam Seng. Then we all started laughing until Mr Ong noticed and insulted Renny. Mr Ong can kick Renny's butt pretty well for an old teacher:DD I forgot the reason why Feydric fell about laughing but I know that later while he was laughing like some maniac, he called out to Faaiz then say, " Faaiz, get your tigers!" Like super retarded!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In F&amp;amp;N, we were supposed to do this dish on Salmon. It's like to promote &lt;strong&gt;Norwegian Salmon&lt;/strong&gt; and the so called Mascot on the PowerPoint slide has this banada thing with words called '&lt;em&gt;The Dude&lt;/em&gt;' and reminded us all of QiXian cause when he says dude, he doesn't pronounce it like us which is just short, simple, sweet "&lt;em&gt;Du-de&lt;/em&gt;"  but he pronounces his as "&lt;em&gt;Dew-de&lt;/em&gt;". And it's like super funny. For some weird reason, Feydric rolled about on the floor laughing. Reminding me of a dead cockroach on it's back. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Physics Exta Lessons because I needed to go &lt;em&gt;Prayer Meeting&lt;/em&gt;. Actually I fogotton about the extra lesson anyway, so I went to Prayer Meeting. Oh and finally my mother let me go to the &lt;strong&gt;PlanetShakers conert&lt;/strong&gt;:DDD That Andrew had to rub it in during recess when I replied him I don't think I can go. He say his mother usually don't let him go out but then because is a Christian concert so his mother allow. &lt;em&gt;Yes, rub it in, don't we? &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I got to go:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Prayer Meeting me and Yok went with Liang Hui and Andrew from the Prayer Meeting and met Austin and Joshua Kong and Joel at Expo. The music was good and it was absolutely &lt;em&gt;fantabulous&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and then during recess, OC, Gericho, Dean and I were talking about PlanetShakers conert. Because at night we had a chalet for the Speech Day thing and we were all like, &lt;strong&gt;SIAN, CANNOT GO CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt;. After school, Mr Ng made those people who didn't go for the Extra Lesson stay back and gave us a so called lecture and made us copy out the supposed worksheet. At first I was like freaking angry because I needed to rush to meet Charlotte, then after awhile I was like, Whatever, I did it for God, so I deserved a referal anyway. In the end, Mr Ng made us write a letter of explanation no less than 80words. I word &lt;strong&gt;155words&lt;/strong&gt; for him, HA. So, I went to meet Charlotte and Sherrill at BK. That Zhao Wang was there too. Just nice, as I was sitting down I thought I heard Rachel Yang's laughter coming from behind. I got up and went to the back and sure enough, &lt;em&gt;almost the whole zone was there&lt;/em&gt;. I was like, okaaayyy, and went back to sit with Charlotte, and Peh Han called out my name, just as I expected. He was like, "Wah, see us then run ah!"&lt;br /&gt;"No la, I sitting with Charlotte mah. Then I heard Rachel laugh then I come see."&lt;br /&gt;Rachel asked, "Eh, I heard Charlotte become Head Prefect."&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, oh my goodness, how you know, that kind of thing, "Er, ya. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to have St John training, then that stupid Fu Chai go make us all wear trackpants. Like super hot ah! I trained the Sec1s and a few things happened amongst the sec2s. I left half way to go Koba meet the rest who were going for that night's concert. I initially thought to go to the concert, but around 15minutes later upon arriving and eating finish my Chawamushi, I changed my mind and went to the Chalet instead((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Sir very funny, haha, he go put alot alot of honey on almost everything that is being BBQ-ed. Then, whenever got something happen, like too spicy or too sweet, we all just blame it on Steven. Around 9plus like that, Charlotte, Sherrill and I went to the playground. Went a little crazy there:DD From the playground, we could see the bowling center. Just nice, there was this man, whom I thought was Indian, passed by the corridor of the bowling center and then Charlotte and I both shouted, "&lt;strong&gt;OI, YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;" Then a chinese lady was following behind the man. I was thinking, that woman look familar, and Charlotte was like, "&lt;strong&gt;OH SHIT, THAT'S MY PARENTS&lt;/strong&gt;!" And we all fell about laughing. True enough, Charlotte receieved an SMS from her mother saying, "When you are done, come find us at the bowling center." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the Chalet and just nice, Kamila, Mitz and Annisah were climbing onto the roof. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyway, I quickly ran upstairs and knocked on the door, Fairudos opened the door and I climbed out too, then the guys went out of the room. Then, Kam spotted a lizard on the roof, so we all scrambled back in and laugh. Mitz turned off the light and someone screamed, so I used my handphone flash and it was like freaking bright. Charlotte came in and turn on the lights. We all sat down and we were all going to tell ghost stories. I insisted the light be turned on. Elvira, Jasmine and Yasmin came in too, so we all squeezed into the bed. I was telling them about my uncle going camping and then when I getting unto the scary part, Charlotte had to leave so she flung open the door and Jasmine screamed. Super funny because what happened next was that &lt;em&gt;I screamed  and hid my head between my legs, Elvira looked stunned, Kamila used the pillow to cover her head and banged her head unto the matteress, Mitz and Annisah hugged each other and I think one of them was screaming. Charlotte, also screamed and jumped into the room before asking, "What happened?"&lt;/em&gt; So retarded la! She told us she had to leave and that Jullian Sir's parents were coming back so we had to leave the room. I'm not sure who say nevermind just continue so we all huddled back together and I continued my story. I was going to the part at Sentosa, this time another story, when Mohammad, I think, opened the door and everything happened like that time Charlotte open the door. Then, the guys were all laughing. They closed the door and I was telling them about the baby crying that time when there was a knock on the door. Everyone kept quiet awhile, then like, Kamila say, "Eee, I tell you ah, when you really imagine ah, is very creepy one leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chased down by one of the sirs and so we all went downstairs where some of them were playing the Indian poker and the rest of the guys were playing Billard at the Billard Room. My mother called and I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte went off the earliest I think. But yesterday was super super fun((: Jeremy is going off to Myanmmar today and we're sending him off. Currently waiting for Dionne to come to my house and go church to meet the cell together. Gee, I'm hungry)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5752487124844654212?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5752487124844654212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5752487124844654212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5752487124844654212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5752487124844654212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/planetshakers-concert.html' title='PlanetShakers concert'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4055102494969319286</id><published>2008-04-09T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:37:16.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>When the going gets though</title><content type='html'>Darrrn, I forgot all about &lt;em&gt;Prayer Meeting &lt;/em&gt;this morning. Went to school and in fact, no one made fun of me vomiting other than Nicolas WHO cheered me up a little last night. So amazing right:D In English, Feydric &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; didn't get his name written on the whiteboard. Well, he succeeded this for the first half hour. Then, he and his big mouth got himself 2 names on the whiteboard with the &lt;em&gt;number 3.&lt;/em&gt; already written down. One more time he talk too much, he'll get a referral. Super funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq didn't come school again today. And guess what, someone vandalised his table, the person is undoubtly QiXian. That guy everyone bully, then he can't bully back so no one to bully, go bully guys like Syafiq. Super horrible la he. He write like freaking big: &lt;strong&gt;Syafiq Suck Cock&lt;/strong&gt;. Then he go frame Feydric, there small small write" &lt;strong&gt;Done By: Feydric&lt;/strong&gt;" Like super stupid cause everyone knows Feydric can't be bothered to do that and not so retarded to do that too. Syafiq may be very gay and sissy, but he is still a much better person than QiXian. At least Syafiq don' step big and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partnered Feydric for &lt;em&gt;F&amp;amp;N&lt;/em&gt;. Our baked macoroni was a success((: Charlotte said it tasted good. Went to &lt;em&gt;BK&lt;/em&gt; to eat and slack awhile after &lt;em&gt;Art Club&lt;/em&gt;. Saw Yin Yung and Wei Xuan the Fat:D Heh, so crap la they all. Wei Xiong buying a dog:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte had to go back to school, so she accompany cross the road to the bus stop beside our school. Then we walk half way across, I changed my mind; I wanted to take the MRT. So we walked back to the other side. Funny part was that she didn't have to follow me back to the other side. As we were laughing at our foolishness, we turned our heads and saw Nicholas spinning around and walking infront of Isaac, Sanjay and Brandon. He walked towards us and said, " You shall pretend you didn't see anything." Then me and Charlotte started laughing. Charlotte pointed out his shorts cos it was flower printed like those hawaii type. Then I said, "Nice shorts, Nicholas." Brandon was like, " Mine is nicer." I told him to show me, and then Nicholas was like, "&lt;strong&gt;You must unzip this one&lt;/strong&gt;." And Charlotte and I went&lt;em&gt; eeeee&lt;/em&gt;. Isaac lifted his shirt abit, and said, "My one nicer." He showed his the top and color of his boxers la. So sick! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PlanetShakers is in town! Tomorrow they having a conference. Too bad next day have school [friday] or else I'll go. After St John training I'll be going to a chalet for those who took part in Speech Day:DD Weeheeheehee, I hope Khairul sir and Yong Hwee sir will be there. They very funny((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4055102494969319286?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4055102494969319286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4055102494969319286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4055102494969319286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4055102494969319286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-going-gets-though.html' title='When the going gets though'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7293699502398378308</id><published>2008-04-08T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:02:36.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm going to so freaking cry because of Nerissa.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna bring me down, no.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;I just need change, don't I.&lt;br /&gt;And peel off that snobbish mask.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe hope everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be snobbish, snotty, proud and boisterous,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mean it. It's just a front I'll peel away.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be emotional, self pityful, violent,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mean it. It's just a front I'll peel away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be more caring, more concerned,&lt;br /&gt;more of Jesus, less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;and talk Life not Death.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and talk less.&lt;br /&gt;If I have nothing really good to say,&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it, cross my heart I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;so do try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't know what to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;only maybe make myself a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I've got questions , I need answers,&lt;br /&gt;and only you have them.&lt;br /&gt;You can act pretty well like me,&lt;br /&gt;but when I ask you those questions will you answer truthfully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7293699502398378308?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7293699502398378308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7293699502398378308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7293699502398378308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7293699502398378308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-475854148525924970</id><published>2008-04-08T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:12:51.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Rawr, sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick sick sick. Vomited about 4 or 5 times in school during recess. Went home after that so I missed the Investiture. During PE, Chea Mean disturbed the Changkat Primary people who were running on the track with us. Okay, so running, not with us, we were walking:DD Chatted with Qiao Yu and Renny. Turns out, she's a pretty okay girl(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what trouble it got me when I told Nicholas I vomited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:45 PM)&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;omg you just saw my friend yesterday and now you're pregnant? highly suspicious. .&lt;br /&gt;(6:45 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NONONOOO&lt;br /&gt;(6:45 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6.45 PM)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zoieEsther         Thunder. has changed his/her personal message to "definezoiee.blogspot.com       i'm not pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;rawr&lt;br /&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;nic, you have a very active imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . Don't have to make it so obvious you're pregnant Zoie .  -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;zoie&lt;br /&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;you have a very active lifestyel.&lt;br /&gt;(6:46 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;style*&lt;br /&gt;(6:47 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(6:47 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . Now now you don't have to make it so official you're pregnant Zoie .  -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;here's my reply to your pm . (:&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONONONONONO&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM)&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:48 PM)&lt;br /&gt;zoieEsther         Thunder. has changed his/her personal message to "definezoiee.blogspot.com       NICHOLAS!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER'S BACK&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;:LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRR&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . Zoie . You're PREG . . Oh My God ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;(6:48 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . Zoie . You've been a naughty girl haven't you . . . Getting yourself pregnant . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(6:51 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;at least it's much better now.&lt;br /&gt;(6:51 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;(6:51 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;my pm . (:&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRR&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLASSSS&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I'M DOOMED&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTIRE SEC3 LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic &lt;/span&gt;. Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;no you're not. . .&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic &lt;/span&gt;. Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTIRE SEC3 LIFE IS BEING RUINED BY YOU&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;RAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;(6:52 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;ok. . .&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;now you're being plain pessismist. -.-&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:53 PM)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yay: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . Zoie , go get a pregnancy kit . helps alot ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nic &lt;/span&gt;. Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;RAH&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS&lt;br /&gt;(6:53 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;lololol. . .what i do. . .-.-&lt;br /&gt;(6:54 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;take it off!!&lt;br /&gt;(6:54 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;you do KNOW that your ENTIRE contact list can SEE YOUR PM!&lt;br /&gt;(6:54 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;oh really?&lt;br /&gt;(6:54 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;oh. . . .&lt;br /&gt;(6:54 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;cool. . .&lt;br /&gt;(6:55 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Nic . Immunity .  has changed his/her personal message to "I'm immune now . ZOIE ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(6:55 PM) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; . Immunity .:&lt;br /&gt;alright done.&lt;br /&gt;(6:55 PM) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zoieEsther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is more from where that came from. He keeps putting stuff that shouldn't be there! Now his Personal message is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm immune now . So ZOIE . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home by myself and after awhile I met Dionne, Nerissa and Jeremy at &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Parkway&lt;/em&gt;. While waiting for Jeremy to come, me and Dionne were fighting over Nerissa's English homework. Both of us were so bored, we &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to do it. Then, when Jeremy came, all three of us were fighting over the &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited out the cheese fries, yes, gross and that's why I'm telling you guys cause I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; you all have &lt;strong&gt;AN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTIVE IMAGINATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; just like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NICHOLAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh. Ohh, I'm hunnggrryyy. Gee, I have got to stop not going to school this month. But what can I do, I'm a &lt;em&gt;sick invalid&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-475854148525924970?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/475854148525924970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=475854148525924970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/475854148525924970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/475854148525924970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/rawr-sick.html' title='Rawr, sick'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5421787569930529418</id><published>2008-04-07T21:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:20:56.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Emo-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Like a whirlwind of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;a emotional train wreck,&lt;br /&gt;a feeling like as though one has been misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna let it get me down.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get me down, no.&lt;br /&gt;When I want it, I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;I want Jesus. More of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get me down, no.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get me down.&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to a higher place,&lt;br /&gt;where I know I can seek His face.&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't let anything get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;Problems will be settled before Him,&lt;br /&gt;angels will sing and crown Him,&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Peace, Lord of Lords,&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna get me down and out,&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna get me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was quite fun today:DD Charlotte forgot how to play the &lt;strong&gt;MRT&lt;/strong&gt; game and we freaked out Charmaine with "&lt;em&gt;BlackMagic&lt;/em&gt;". During recess, Charlotte said Martin keeps looking at me and she thinks he likes me. I'm like, just look only what, maybe he stoning; looking at pillar, how? Then she shrug her shoulders then I ask,"Who is Martin anyway?" She points him out to me, and I'm like err, cos I can't see his face clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Liang Hui they all at &lt;em&gt;KFC&lt;/em&gt;. Nicholas was sitting diagonally opposite me with his friends and I saw him then I look abit and thought, "OH, so there he is!" Cos I wanted to tell him I know how to play the &lt;strong&gt;MRT&lt;/strong&gt; game already:DD Then, later, when me and Jasmin got on bus 9, he also took the same bus. We both chatted on the bus, me and Nicholas I mean, then later he tell me his friend thinks I like him, him as in his friend, not Nicholas, then I'm like, &lt;u&gt;NONONOO&lt;/u&gt;! Cannot be! Ragh, I just look and people think I like him! My goodness! Who is so desperate to think that way! I will most probably &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; even like him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after alighting, Nicholas went home and Jasmin and I went to look for Liang Hui and Jon. When most of the cell was there, excluding Jeremy since it SUPPOSED to be a surprise but I don't know which spoiler go tell him a bit of this, a bit of that, and he pieced it together and he found out. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, Jinn Song, Xiang Jun, Solomon and me hid in Liang's room, while Jeremy came. We were supposed to jump out at him suddenly and the guys were to throw themselves and &lt;em&gt;taopok&lt;/em&gt; Jeremy, but the plan somehow backfired when Jinn Song dashed out, ran towards the door, Solomon and Xiang Jun followed behind, ran out, but then stood there and started staring at Jinn Song. So retarded! While we were in the room, Xiang Jun kept making us laugh. Shall not say what he said and did in case it offends anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat was good. Jeremy kept trying to take candid shots of us while we were unsuspecting. Might be meeting up with Dionne tomorrow, but I got tuition.&lt;em&gt; God give me the grace and make either the teacher sick or let her forget about tomorrow's lesson. Amen&lt;/em&gt;. LOL, kidding:D. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5421787569930529418?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5421787569930529418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5421787569930529418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5421787569930529418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5421787569930529418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/emo-ed.html' title='Emo-ed'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1976607644735250519</id><published>2008-04-06T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:40:47.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Merry go freaking round</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Shit. Merry bloody go round. Why not square or rectangle or a freaking octagon or tri-crap the shit-angle?! Why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! I just crawled out of the shitty mud hole and stood by the side getting ready to take my next freak step and then next thing I knew, I've fallen back into that trap.Argh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne came church today:DD So did Nerissa and Nicole((: After service went to watch &lt;em&gt;The Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/em&gt;. with my mother and brother. My com's bluetooth is still not working, wah. It's like super nice! Rah((: Nothing much today. Whenever I have the urge to blog, I don't have my laptop with me. Oh how I wish I had the small white or maybe even &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt; portable one with me! Then I can blog or at least write what I want to blog about on Microsoft Word and then blog, whatever. Now I really no mood to blog because I just..well, sort of found out or also can say noticed something. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just decided to blog again:D Heh, cos I just remembered what I wanted to blog about. Or should I say 'rant'. Anyway, Like I said, Dionne came church so we were all in Katong Laksa, and yes I went 1st Service, and I was there trying to trick Dionne with the MRT game and Johnny Woosh when I fount out Jasmin told Dionne how to play both. &lt;em&gt;Spoiler&lt;/em&gt;! Haha, so then I was reeaally bored and whilst waiting for the rest of the cell, I took out Jeremy's &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt; to play and if you're wondering, no I haven't return him yet. I remember clearly what happened next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the &lt;em&gt;DJ Max2&lt;/em&gt; the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, obviously trying to show off to Dionne I can play x5 with that. Hey, I didn't lie about that:D So, I was laughing abit with Dionne then I was picking that song when I saw Sean/ Shawn/ Shaun or how ever you spell his name, come in. I pretended not to notice of course and pressed the circle to start the game. After awhile, I got quite absorbed in the game half way, trying not to break the combos when I saw through the corner of my eye, and although the side of my specs was blocking, I could make out a purple shirt beside me. I was stunned for awhile because, [&lt;em&gt;before that I failed to tell you all that Shaun/ Sean/ Shawn/ whatever was wearing the purple Like Crazy shirt&lt;/em&gt;], and I knew that it was Shaun/ Sean/ Shawn/ whtvr beside me. Then, he bend down beside me really close. I can't swear but if I could I would have &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE HIS FACE WAS LITERALLY ALMOST TOUCHING MINE&lt;/strong&gt;. Sirens were going off in my head and I was screaming at the top of my mental voice inside my maybe &lt;em&gt;smallish&lt;/em&gt; brain. I started gripping the &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt; reaaally hard and kind of panicked inside me. I guess Dionne could sense my distressed. Shaun/ Sean/ Shawn/ whtvr tried to make small talk with me like, "What game is that?" "Next time I play with you." All these in which I replied usually single word answers because I know if I continue talking I might:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) act in an irrational manner like scream at him, slap his face away, start sobbing uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;B) just break down&lt;br /&gt;C) drop the &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt;, which I hope I won't, and yell at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this while he was so so so so close to me. I'm serious. I could feel almost everyone who noticed like totally staring at us. I was like thinking, "Oh please please please, let someone speak up and distract him." I tried to give Dionne a pleading look by the side of my eye, but oh the Lord wanted me to wear specs and thus blocked her from seeing my eye I guess. It was Liang Hui and Jasmin who spoke up and saved me from my mental torture. I would swear if I could swear that his eyes weren't on the game at all, but at me. &lt;em&gt;Rah. I feel absolutely traumatised&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd ask me why I didn't react like I normally would. Or so I thought I normally would. I don't like it when guys come too close to me. I don't mind then shaking my hand, tapping me on the shoulder or even sometimes when we're playing games; holding hands, but if a guy puts his hand around my shoulders, on my shoulders, on my waist, on my leg, or his face super close to my face, I start to panic. When I panic, words some how choke up my throat, tears form behind my eyes, sirens start going off and literally my almost so called perfect or almost perfect world/ persona starts falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that torturous moment was over which lasted for a few minutes but seemed like days to me, we went to &lt;em&gt;Katong Shopping Mall foodcourt&lt;/em&gt; instead to meet the cell. I'm glad we changed location. A few more moments like that and I'm pretty much sure I start yelling my head off for the cops to come till the cows come home. Only there aren't any cows in Singapore, or so at Katong, neither will the cops be bothered about this. If you want to know more moments of this I'd gladly show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/jermyd.html"&gt;http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/jermyd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last part. I didn't emphasise on how close then. Or what he did. But Joana's shepherd saw everything and she saved me that day a few loads of times. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was good. Made me temporary forget about the incident. I thought I was over the molest thing but I guess I burried it so deep in memory that if you just scratch the surface of the soil on top of it, it literally shakes me. I prayed to overcome it, but I don't think it's working. I keep thinking it's okay, that everything is fine. I wonder if it's a crime to lie to yourself. Sometimes, it did seem okay, like nothing happened, but everytime, just a little soil is moved, my whole being feels drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh, I thank God for friends. They really do help. Heh, didn't intend to update so much, sorry about the long long long rants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1976607644735250519?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1976607644735250519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1976607644735250519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1976607644735250519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1976607644735250519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/merry-go-freaking-round.html' title='Merry go freaking round'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-2303772578521540133</id><published>2008-04-05T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:51:07.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>Hehe, too lazy to blog about yesterday. Shall sum up everything, ha. I never knew Andrew was helping out too. I thought he backed out on the first trainning. Anyway, after the parade, Gericho looked super super pale. He was sick and yet he still made it through being the flag bearer. He was like shaking a lot during the parade, we the St Johns, were freaking worried he would suddenly &lt;em&gt;peng san&lt;/em&gt; and faint, the Scout's flag would drop and I'm not too sure if they'll make them do push ups on the account that the Flag Bearer is sick. Headed up to the CCS after checking on Gericho and ate dinner. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weehee, free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; some more((:&lt;/span&gt; Nasi Lemak. St John ate first because only got me and Sherrill. Charlotte and OC Valerie went to take prize. Went to the St John room to slack and wait for OC and Charlotte. Pang Cheng was there:DD Before the Parade started yesterday afternoon, we were inside the St John room playing games like '&lt;em&gt;Johnny Woosh&lt;/em&gt;', the '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MRT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' game, '&lt;em&gt;How many sheep&lt;/em&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;meh meh&lt;/strong&gt;] &lt;em&gt;jump over the fence&lt;/em&gt;' and '&lt;em&gt;What o' clock?&lt;/em&gt;' . Very fun:DD And I learnt a quite a number. Got super hyped up after that with the Johnny Woosh. We all trick Fu Chai who took like...15minutes plus to figure out:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today had cell. I went a little bonkers and I'm quite happy that now I can play &lt;em&gt;DJ Max2&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;5x&lt;/em&gt; speed:DD But I really have to return Jeremy the &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt; because I seriously need to start studying if I want to pass my &lt;em&gt;Mid Year&lt;/em&gt; with flying &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt; colors:DD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cell met Dionne at &lt;em&gt;Parkway KFC&lt;/em&gt; after that, I left to go my Gran Ma's house. Esther was there:DD After eating with her, we went into Andy's room. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He seriously seriously look like Renny. And Renny seriously seriously look a lot like him! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, he borrowed Jeremy's &lt;strong&gt;PSP&lt;/strong&gt; and playing Crisis something...I'm not sure if he is even allowed to play that game. I've still gotta tell Jeremy about it. There was a particular smell that stunk and irritated our noses so bad, we closed the room's door. Cam whored with Esther, [&lt;em&gt;no not myself silly fools, my cousin:DD&lt;/em&gt;], then annoyed Andy a little((: I helped him pull out two strands of white hair also, so good right! Haha, I still can't believe he is like...20. He so totally looks like 18-19 like that! Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Abel talked about the Star of David and the Satanist sign. He tattooed the Satanic one on both his elbows. I feel like praying for his salvation. &lt;em&gt;I really do&lt;/em&gt;. I at first mistaken it for the Star of David which has six sides. And I blurted out, "&lt;em&gt;Star of David&lt;/em&gt;?" Which was obviously stupid on my part because I knew he didn't like Christians all along. And he gave me a weird look and said no. Then we started talking about it awhile, my uncles and aunts probably heard our conversation which took place in the living room, with about...a few metres or at least a metre gap between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, [yes, I'm tired, need I say more?], on the way walking towards our door, me and my brother played a ridiculous game. We had to add the word, '&lt;em&gt;ous&lt;/em&gt;', behind each sentance, he then argued with me we should add a '&lt;em&gt;ous&lt;/em&gt;' behind each &lt;em&gt;word&lt;/em&gt; instead. Quite retarded since his sentance came out as, " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No-ous, itous shouldous beous behindous everyous wordous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." And I was like, "No, it should be behind every sentance or it'll come out retardedous, ous.&lt;em&gt; Ous&lt;/em&gt;?" Haha. Then we changed 'ous' to '&lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;' so it sounded a little like &lt;em&gt;Pig-Latin&lt;/em&gt;. It's some sort of a code in case you all didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, long post, yeah. Attending first service tomorrow so gotta catch some shut eye now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-2303772578521540133?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2303772578521540133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2303772578521540133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2303772578521540133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2303772578521540133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3660660149497406261</id><published>2008-04-04T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:58:10.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Feydric dao me, Speech Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEYDRIC DAO ME THE WHOLE DAY THEN MAKE ME CRY)):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, haha, okay, I'm too tired and hyped up to blog:D but will update tomorrow about today &lt;em&gt;Speech Day&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Even though yesterday he said sorry, dont know why today we both like never talk or annoy each other. Somehow I miss my buddy, Feydric, in class. LOL. So suck right, haha, Aglin also, no her in class like so dead)): I wish we were all in the same class &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; i regretted &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; taking &lt;strong&gt;ART&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE: &lt;em&gt;Feydric didn't make me cry la. It's some other stupid reason which I forgot:DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3660660149497406261?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3660660149497406261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3660660149497406261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3660660149497406261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3660660149497406261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/feydric-dao-me-speech-day.html' title='Feydric dao me, Speech Day.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6570673263152289393</id><published>2008-04-03T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:17:05.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Rah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sick. Angry. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't parents understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know when I'm trying to run away from my problems when i get too worked up or too hyper. Trying to cover it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6570673263152289393?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6570673263152289393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6570673263152289393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6570673263152289393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6570673263152289393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/rah.html' title='Rah'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1992817026459725991</id><published>2008-04-02T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:43:25.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>My mama, I'm sick. My throat is sore, my nose is running. Ragh, horrible. But my day is good. I'm really tired, I guess cause I'm sick and all. Mr Ng and Mrs Tan didn't come today. I'm currently not speaking to Feydric because of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahh, &lt;strong&gt;LORD HEAL ME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I believe, you're my healer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Leng came school today. I didn't talk to her at all, I was tending to this guy who fell off his bike really badly. It's super gross the wound. And Bion scratched himself on the back and it bled. A lot. He didn't want the SJAB's help)): he went home all sweaty. I'm afraid that the cut might get infected, so I SMSed Andrew to help me tell Bion to clean his wound first thing when he reach home. Guess what Andrew replied, " Sorry, who are you?" My goodness, he doesn't even have my number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole class thinks I like Vincent because of that retarded Wilbert. It has become this trend that the class boys will ask me who I like and try to sabo me. The first person Wilbert guessed was his brother, then Andrew then Qi Xian [ so disgusting right!], then Feydric, then Vincent. Then, &lt;strong&gt;HE OWNSELF DECIDED THAT I LIKE VINCENT&lt;/strong&gt;. Like crap sia. So he starts chanting Vincent's name with Feydric. I'm like oh crap, not again. Because I USED to like him, [like so last year la, somemore it has been more than a year since I stopped liking him already, rah.] but now I don't. So there, the first letter of the VAMs is revealed. Whatever, I'm too tired to fight or argue with them anyway. Rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1992817026459725991?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1992817026459725991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1992817026459725991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1992817026459725991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1992817026459725991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-9132217334707856190</id><published>2008-04-01T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:33:47.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>April's fool's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm moving to the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fools:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully tricked more than 30 people in my school with it. Miao Jing cried when she heard I was moving and Feydric they all even wanted to hold a farewell party for me this saturday:DD Haha! Super funny. I only got fooled like 3times ONLY. A record breaker since I was quite blur today((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Leng still hasn't come to school. Wonder what's up. I find it weird cause no one can be sick for SO long. Heh. I'm really tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-9132217334707856190?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/9132217334707856190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=9132217334707856190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9132217334707856190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9132217334707856190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-fools-day.html' title='April&apos;s fool&apos;s day'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1158169035453592224</id><published>2008-03-31T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:20:50.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Melvin is ACTION</title><content type='html'>Today was quite "exciting". Haha:DD Some guy in 2E1 called Lukas a "Bowling Ball". It's so mean of that guy la! Lukas is a nice guy, how can he say that! Anyway, immediately after school's over, the &lt;strong&gt;3E1&lt;/strong&gt; people and me [heh, I so extra], rush downstairs to confront him. Too bad there was a teacher inside the class, she insisted that "Lukas ain't gonna beat up my student, you hear me" and all that jazz. So what happened was really lame, Lukas just got a stupid apology which wasn't even sincere. After the whole saga was over, Aglin, Lyn, Me, Kareena, Daphne, Davior, Say Neng, Clarence, Calvin, Feydric, Renny and Joshua went to &lt;em&gt;LJS&lt;/em&gt; to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can tell you what happened at &lt;em&gt;LJS&lt;/em&gt;, I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to tell you guys what happened before the Lukas incident, waaayyy into the morning, just before recess, I think. A bunch of guys, I shall not state who in case Melvin or anyone of those people are reading my blog, dug into Melvin's bag to find a bottle of Potato Chips. They ate it all up, from 3/4 become 0 and all was left was crumbs. I think they knew that Melvin was coming so one of them quickly stuff the bottle into Melvin's bag and because the cap wasn't closed properly, all the tiny crumbs spilt into his bag. Joshua told Melvin to open his bag when he came in, Joshua and Renny just saw everything the guys did. Melvin threw a hissy fit, yes a &lt;em&gt;hissy fit&lt;/em&gt;; even though this term is meant for girls, and threw his bag unto the floor, or so I've heard. And anyway, Melvin obviously thought it was Renny and Joshua who ate all the chips and tried to step big and all. Chea Mean got pissed, banged the table and told him to stuff it. Of course, he used vulgarities instead of just plain stuff it. Anyway, Melvin shut up after that &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; he was still pretty much fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the LJS thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that the next moment, Melvin they all came into &lt;em&gt;LJS&lt;/em&gt; to have their lunch too. Joshua was of course not happy. So Aglin asked why and he told her. After we ate, we went out and stood outside thinking what to do. Joshua finally signalled to Melvin to come. He did that action as if Melvin was a dog. Super funny, but I didn't even think of it like that until Davior laugh and tell us. Then, Aglin was super angry I think, then try to get Melvin and Joshua to settle. Just nice who knew that Jeremy, Peh Han and Liang Hui came and saw me with them. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;OH NO&lt;/strong&gt;. But whatever, Melvin and Joshua shook hands or something, then he went back into &lt;em&gt;LJS&lt;/em&gt; and we walked towards where Lyn, Feydric and Renny were. Isaac was with them and I could tell he wasn't happy. He went into &lt;em&gt;LJS&lt;/em&gt; and called Melvin out. He go say Melvin and then went off and Daniel also made comment about it. Really vulgar and I can't remember much of what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After THAT series of the Melvin thing, I went with Jeremy and Peh to BK. THEN, went to Changkat CC. And Jeremy lent me his PSP for another day, HAHA, so good right:DD Watched them play basketball and did Lit homework. Went home after that(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1158169035453592224?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1158169035453592224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1158169035453592224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1158169035453592224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1158169035453592224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/melvin-is-action.html' title='Melvin is ACTION'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1374482972697449753</id><published>2008-03-30T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:26:24.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Jermy:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Weeheehee, Jeremy lent me his PSP for two days&lt;/em&gt;:D Okay, so only one, yesterday was because he left it with me by accident and by the time I rememebered, I was already at the bus stop. Anyway, I'm not going to post about yesterday on the account of my very bad mood. All I can say is that Wen Jie is quite a noisy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Greeters Duty today again, 3 weeks in a row, outstanding, eh:DD Quite fun although missed a little of sermon. Had a photoshoot after 3rd service, quite fun although I won't be appearing on the poster because I was wearing a dark colored shirt and got taken off. Sad, uhs. Haha, Marc at first have to look at Trudy and pretend they were talking. Then, when they were like, getting into position, everyone went, "Woooh.." So funny. Marc at the end also got taken off. Then just now he asked me if he still will be appearing on the poster, I told him, No. He was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;walau&lt;br /&gt;     zoie    Esther Fishing. says:&lt;br /&gt;you pai seh right, haha look at trudy: D&lt;br /&gt;Marc (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;den i look at her for fun ah!&lt;br /&gt;     zoie    Esther Fishing. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;     zoie    Esther Fishing. says:&lt;br /&gt;possible.: D&lt;br /&gt;Marc (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid sia&lt;br /&gt;Marc (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;walau&lt;br /&gt;     zoie    Esther Fishing. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Marc (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;den my face donhave&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So retarded. Haha, then later I saw him and his cell on the way home. I was in the bus, just nice the bus stopped at the traffic light and I saw them. He was like laughing, then he point at me and whisper to his friend. I'm like, &lt;em&gt;what the heck?!&lt;/em&gt; Then, he's expression was super funny, so I laughed, and this aunty gave me a weird look. My goodness, he made me look like a &lt;strong&gt;FOOL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church, there's this guy called Sean, then he keep looking at me, trying to talk to me, sit near near me, trying to get my attention. I feel so....freaked out. Like, so...eeek. I mean yes , he is in a way nice. But like, he sit too near me, keep looking at me, trying to talk to me. I feel so..&lt;em&gt;freaked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like going to school tomorrow):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1374482972697449753?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1374482972697449753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1374482972697449753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1374482972697449753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1374482972697449753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/jermyd.html' title='Jermy:D'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4068988465170980052</id><published>2008-03-28T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:37:03.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Speech Day Rehearsal Full Dress</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt; everyone suddenly very good girl/boy. Quietly doing our work and all, I guess because we were in the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CCS Room&lt;/span&gt; instead of the usual &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Commerce Room&lt;/span&gt;. Feydric was like, "OH, so CCS stands for &lt;em&gt;Centre For Creativity and Synergy&lt;/em&gt;. What's synergy? I thought it stands for Changkat Changi School or something." He has been studying in Changkat for like 3years and now he realises what it stands for. This type of student also have ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Te didn't come today. I don't wonder why(: The make up she puts on, after she dyed her wave-permed hair blonde, is horrible. Like &lt;strong&gt;5 layers of foundation, 4 layers of blusher, 4 coats of eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick that burns.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I don't know the exact amount of make up but it's really that disgusting. Like &lt;em&gt;china doll&lt;/em&gt; like that. As in the glass china doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went of HQ with OC. On the way back, we took a cab and one of the teachers paid OC back the fare:DD, we sudddenly talked about Jesus and all. It started with me trying to recall a song. Then slowly we talk and talk and talk. As we were reaching CGH, the taxi driver suddenly asked, "Girl, which church you from?" And I'm like, "Oh, er, CornerStone." Then, he starts sharing about his testimony and about Jesus too. Like a really short one. But I was quite surprised that he was &lt;em&gt;Christian&lt;/em&gt;. Like super cool:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had last minute St John trainning for the sec1s and 2s. &lt;strong&gt;Senior NCO&lt;/strong&gt; Darren and Nadiah were there. Had to wear full St John uniform for &lt;em&gt;Speech Day Rehearsal&lt;/em&gt;.  Like freaking hot in full uni! Sweating like some pig okay! Miao Jing and Jean they all suddenly came up to me and asked me to be their sister or something. And I'm like..err. okaayyy, that kind. Like so weird. I more used to guys asking not girls, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate with Charlotte and Zhao Wang. Zhao Wang and I keep fighting with each other. Okay, so &lt;em&gt;arguing&lt;/em&gt; would be the more appropriate word. I miss hanging out with Tieng, Ami, Yok, Jo and Wen))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I miss hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;DIONNE, NERISSA, RACHEL FOONG, AGLIN, LYN and my COUSINS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4068988465170980052?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4068988465170980052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4068988465170980052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4068988465170980052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4068988465170980052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/speech-day-rehearsal-full-dress.html' title='Speech Day Rehearsal Full Dress'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5889025586988014359</id><published>2008-03-27T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:30:55.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Prayer Meeting</title><content type='html'>Had Prayer Meeting at Liang's house again. Haha. A number of things happened which I don't feel like talking about ;P, Lyn pierced her ear and made me feel like repiercing my 2nd and 3rd hole and maybe even adding a 4th hole, &lt;em&gt;oh no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's bluetooth has something wrong again, it can't connect with my phone, the bluetooth in the computer isn't even able to turn on! Rahhh, I have a very nice picture, &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;, heh, which I can't upload. &lt;strong&gt;How sad):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nicholas tricked Charlotte we had telepathy; we played '&lt;em&gt;BlackMagic&lt;/em&gt;' with her. Don't worry it's not the real thing. It's some retarded game:DD. Heehee, I&lt;strong&gt; saw Clement's sec1 photo in the banner too&lt;/strong&gt;:DD so funny! Bwahahahaa, now I can annoy him, how lame can I get(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5889025586988014359?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5889025586988014359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5889025586988014359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5889025586988014359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5889025586988014359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer-meeting.html' title='Prayer Meeting'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7551249984948833409</id><published>2008-03-26T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:46.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-o5ivSZGPI/AAAAAAAADhg/9m3UgfOEzoA/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182017590215121138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-o5ivSZGPI/AAAAAAAADhg/9m3UgfOEzoA/s320/prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been holding it back too long, it's time to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, teach me, help me, guide me, show me, heal me, cleanse me, forgive me, cover me with your blood, anoint me, teach me, help me, guide me, show me, heal me, cleanse me, forgive me, cover me with your blood, anoint me, teach me, help me guide me, show me, heal me, cleanse me, forgive me, cover me with your blood, anoint me, give me visions, dreams and signs, let me flow in the prophetic, understand your ways, see in the Spirit, give me visions, dreams and signs, let me flow in the prophetic, understand your ways, see in the Spirit, give me visions, dreams and signs, let me flow in the prophetic, understand your ways, see in the Spirit, give me visions, dreams and signs, let me flow in the prophetic, understand your ways, see in the Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In short, let me grow and go deeper with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRESSed.&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/29158103-7551249984948833409?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7551249984948833409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7551249984948833409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7551249984948833409'/><link rel='self' 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term='Life.'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Hah. Today had some ups and downs. The class still couldn't figure which one they wanted; polo shirt or jeresy as class tee. Khairul smsed me after school because he said I looked sad. I told him I was pissed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed I was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this banner thing hanging just by the school's gate's carpark. Me and Charlotte took a closer at the banner, &lt;strong&gt;WE SAW BRANDON'S SEC1'S PHOTO IN SCOUT UNIFORM! &lt;/strong&gt;Super funny:DD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gao Khui fell down while playing soccer during PE. So, after the lesson was phyics. I asked Mr Ng if I could go to the General Office to get the first aid kit. My entire intention was to see Gao Khui suffer using alcohol swab. He shouted af first, then later he just let out a '&lt;em&gt;ssss&lt;/em&gt;' sound. Haha, I'm not so evil, I also did want to treat it, quite a lot of blood on the knee. I think the knee bleeds a lot for just scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school to do Physics homework. &lt;em&gt;Dean forgot his sec3 physics!&lt;/em&gt; As in, he didn't know how to do! And he is taking Os this year, I wonder how he'll pass. Haha, then I annoyed him the entire day by asking for friendster comment because he gave Charlotte, Aglin and Lyn comments but not me)): LOL, but at the end, he did give:DD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of people say me and Eleanor look alike. Haha. I remember me and Dionne used to look alike, or so other people thought. We're  entirely different looking! I remember in primary school our mother tongue teacher would point at me and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yi Rong, zhan qi lai!"  -  "Dionne, stand up!"&lt;br /&gt;And I would go, "&lt;em&gt;Lao shi, wo shi Zuo Yi&lt;/em&gt;." -  "Teacher, I'm Zoie." and Dionne would go, " &lt;em&gt;Lao shi, WO shi Yi Rong&lt;/em&gt;!" - " Teacher, I'M Dionne."&lt;br /&gt;Like super retarded. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadirah came back yesterday from the hospital:DD I'm glad you're back! I've invited Eleanor and Felix to come church this sunday. Felix says he see how, Eleanor is going to Escape Theme Park. Well, at least I asked:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6632091840359476105?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6632091840359476105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6632091840359476105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6632091840359476105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6632091840359476105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/school_25.html' title='School'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-8366540605576303940</id><published>2008-03-24T21:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:48.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall let pictures talk for today. A brief sum up of my day is that school brought us to Chinatown for some retarded reason that I just can't be bothered to remember and at night at dinner with Eleanor's family:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e02vSZGLI/AAAAAAAADhA/DnAnclxuTW8/s1600-h/DSC07428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308748812589234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e02vSZGLI/AAAAAAAADhA/DnAnclxuTW8/s320/DSC07428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look dumb, &lt;em&gt;shut up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e02_SZGMI/AAAAAAAADhI/NcYO6ZUi3-w/s1600-h/DSC07430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308753107556546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e02_SZGMI/AAAAAAAADhI/NcYO6ZUi3-w/s320/DSC07430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e03fSZGNI/AAAAAAAADhQ/8xwSQBL-cp8/s1600-h/DSC07434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308761697491154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e03fSZGNI/AAAAAAAADhQ/8xwSQBL-cp8/s320/DSC07434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0RfSZGGI/AAAAAAAADgY/KkSN_vn2PuQ/s1600-h/DSC07435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308108862462050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0RfSZGGI/AAAAAAAADgY/KkSN_vn2PuQ/s320/DSC07435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0R_SZGHI/AAAAAAAADgg/cwqJCYPCGEc/s1600-h/rawr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308117452396658" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0R_SZGHI/AAAAAAAADgg/cwqJCYPCGEc/s320/rawr.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0R_SZGII/AAAAAAAADgo/AY67OIJ5OAk/s1600-h/DSC07447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308117452396674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0R_SZGII/AAAAAAAADgo/AY67OIJ5OAk/s320/DSC07447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0SfSZGJI/AAAAAAAADgw/2qK35Jd9PUI/s1600-h/DSC07450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308126042331282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0SfSZGJI/AAAAAAAADgw/2qK35Jd9PUI/s320/DSC07450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0SvSZGKI/AAAAAAAADg4/INDfwsIKgPs/s1600-h/DSC07451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308130337298594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e0SvSZGKI/AAAAAAAADg4/INDfwsIKgPs/s320/DSC07451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezb_SZGBI/AAAAAAAADfw/F8RWW0eip7U/s1600-h/DSC07452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307189739460626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezb_SZGBI/AAAAAAAADfw/F8RWW0eip7U/s320/DSC07452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezcvSZGCI/AAAAAAAADf4/--4_cbR1S08/s1600-h/DSC07453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307202624362530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezcvSZGCI/AAAAAAAADf4/--4_cbR1S08/s320/DSC07453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who spilt the fries, *cough* &lt;em&gt;Eleanor&lt;/em&gt; *cough* :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezd_SZGDI/AAAAAAAADgA/a9-mAT24XWw/s1600-h/clemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307224099199026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezd_SZGDI/AAAAAAAADgA/a9-mAT24XWw/s320/clemy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro didn't want to take photos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezefSZGEI/AAAAAAAADgI/2L-HotZveEE/s1600-h/DSC07470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307232689133634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-ezefSZGEI/AAAAAAAADgI/2L-HotZveEE/s320/DSC07470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childhood buddies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-eze_SZGFI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Y01qPVs3jrE/s1600-h/Bwahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181307241279068242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-eze_SZGFI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Y01qPVs3jrE/s320/Bwahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends since like..&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GLIN I LOVE YOU LOADS LOADS, DONT BE UPSET NO MORE KAY(: JESUS LOVES YOU, MY DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8366540605576303940?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8366540605576303940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8366540605576303940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8366540605576303940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8366540605576303940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-shall-let-pictures-talk-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-e02vSZGLI/AAAAAAAADhA/DnAnclxuTW8/s72-c/DSC07428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-1241317412033822170</id><published>2008-03-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:23:33.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Vomit</title><content type='html'>I feel like vomiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1241317412033822170?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1241317412033822170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1241317412033822170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1241317412033822170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1241317412033822170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/vomit.html' title='Vomit'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5081720246906871753</id><published>2008-03-21T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:51.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Baptisum Photos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, Jasmin took photos of me getting baptised:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBvfSZF6I/AAAAAAAADe4/AHuyVRfC16Q/s1600-h/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180197018002855842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBvfSZF6I/AAAAAAAADe4/AHuyVRfC16Q/s320/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBv_SZF7I/AAAAAAAADfA/nxJ9p2yTsMA/s1600-h/IMG_3187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180197026592790450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBv_SZF7I/AAAAAAAADfA/nxJ9p2yTsMA/s320/IMG_3187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBwPSZF8I/AAAAAAAADfI/3nSuXDGL4is/s1600-h/IMG_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180197030887757762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBwPSZF8I/AAAAAAAADfI/3nSuXDGL4is/s320/IMG_3188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBw_SZF9I/AAAAAAAADfQ/1lfCTmOagew/s1600-h/IMG_3229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180197043772659666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBw_SZF9I/AAAAAAAADfQ/1lfCTmOagew/s320/IMG_3229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed and took a photo with the cell [not everyone is in): ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBxfSZF-I/AAAAAAAADfY/0-m3Ttcq3BE/s1600-h/IMG_3230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180197052362594274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBxfSZF-I/AAAAAAAADfY/0-m3Ttcq3BE/s320/IMG_3230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with to Liang Hui's house and then later went to meet cell. Played the Sims2 with Nicole. The dog still hates me. It hates everybody. &lt;em&gt;Nicole's dog&lt;/em&gt; i meant. I got freaked out after the last time I came and the dog bit me. It wasn't painful but quite shocking really, since the first time I saw the dog it didn't bite. The guys played PS2, Jeremy's one, Jas and Pei Lin did their homework or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O_8fSZF5I/AAAAAAAADew/qThErzMmB0M/s1600-h/DSC07397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180195042317899666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O_8fSZF5I/AAAAAAAADew/qThErzMmB0M/s320/DSC07397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-gPSZF0I/AAAAAAAADeI/A1zEIu7O7ww/s1600-h/DSC07400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180193457474967362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-gPSZF0I/AAAAAAAADeI/A1zEIu7O7ww/s320/DSC07400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-hvSZF1I/AAAAAAAADeQ/n9x7_WnCwCY/s1600-h/DSC07401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180193483244771154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-hvSZF1I/AAAAAAAADeQ/n9x7_WnCwCY/s320/DSC07401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liang Hui action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went IKEA with the cell. Didn't go Clement's church thing. Something just didn't feel right. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY)))))))):&lt;/strong&gt; They ate hotdogs. John ate 5. And that's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-h_SZF2I/AAAAAAAADeY/bin6cTb0R-c/s1600-h/DSC07403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180193487539738466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-h_SZF2I/AAAAAAAADeY/bin6cTb0R-c/s320/DSC07403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-ifSZF3I/AAAAAAAADeg/C8eLrht3J8c/s1600-h/DSC07404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180193496129673074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-ifSZF3I/AAAAAAAADeg/C8eLrht3J8c/s320/DSC07404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-i_SZF4I/AAAAAAAADeo/trKg_L32wao/s1600-h/DSC07406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180193504719607682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-O-i_SZF4I/AAAAAAAADeo/trKg_L32wao/s320/DSC07406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught Jasmin and Pei Lin reading kiddy books:DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Jeremy guessed who VAM are already. Liang Hui is still guessing. Austin, &lt;em&gt;I HOPE YOU'RE NOT GIVING CLUES. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLEMENT, I AM REALLY REALLY SORRY. I still think you're angry ;p&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/29158103-5081720246906871753?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5081720246906871753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5081720246906871753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5081720246906871753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5081720246906871753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/baptisum-photos-yeap-jasmin-took-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-PBvfSZF6I/AAAAAAAADe4/AHuyVRfC16Q/s72-c/IMG_3186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-3611487248857331408</id><published>2008-03-20T19:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:54.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Speech Day Rehearsal. Super fun:DD Pictures from &lt;em&gt;NTUC&lt;/em&gt; when me, Charlotte and Eric went to buy chocolates:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJvSZFwI/AAAAAAAADdo/G2wuvwIys0M/s1600-h/DSC07374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782953090750210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJvSZFwI/AAAAAAAADdo/G2wuvwIys0M/s320/DSC07374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJ_SZFxI/AAAAAAAADdw/m4Jp3asXp48/s1600-h/DSC07376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782957385717522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJ_SZFxI/AAAAAAAADdw/m4Jp3asXp48/s320/DSC07376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new fad:DD Charlotte carried it like this throughout the entire NTUC. Messed about with Adi, OC, Charlotte, Ben, Miao Jing and Nurul when we went back:DD Time flies when you're having fun. Khairul Sir came in after Speech Day Rehearsal was over into the St John Room. He told us that he was very sorry that we couldn't march and came in to remind us on what to wear for the Full Dress Rehearsal. Then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Charlotte, remember that time you fainted in the Sick Bay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Sir: You know you woke up at 5am then stare around the room like very blur? Then right, you suddenly stare at me, *Charlotte looks shock, OC and Me laughing like idiots*, then I said , ' Charlotte, go back to sleep." Then you say, "Yes, Sir" Then BONG, you slept. THAT was how exhausted you were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: Really meh?! How come I don't remember?!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: And, I thought you fainted because of the four curry puffs I gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: FOUR?!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Huh, you mean you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: No, I ate 1 only, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Sir: No, I handed you 4 then I keep going back ask you if you want then you say, "Yes, Sir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: I thought you faint cause of the oily and everything. Somemore I asked Yun Si Mam, ' Eh, oil and curry puff got link annot huh?' Then she say , ' No.' Scare me, I thought what, but at the end is you exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JS5_SZFzI/AAAAAAAADeA/vcz1_VP8BQQ/s1600-h/ChangkatFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179793677624088370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JS5_SZFzI/AAAAAAAADeA/vcz1_VP8BQQ/s320/ChangkatFamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Mr Goh took photo with us:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout their entire conversation I was laughing my butt off with OC. Like super funny la! Haha, wake up at 5 plus just to say &lt;em&gt;Yes, Sir&lt;/em&gt; and go back to sleep. At night my dad went to buy his what &lt;em&gt;lao hua yan jing&lt;/em&gt; and I bought that mini dress from Isetan:DD. Bwahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJ_SZFyI/AAAAAAAADd4/oi67YsrBxJA/s1600-h/DSC07378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782957385717538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJ_SZFyI/AAAAAAAADd4/oi67YsrBxJA/s320/DSC07378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded faces of us in the toilet in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan gave us the sour sweet to eat to demostrate Citric Acid. I'm enjoying sec3 life more and more((: After school waited for Am, Jo, Yok, Tieng and Wen but none of them were there. Only the guys. I waited awhile more and my stomach got the better of me so went to join Aglin they all. Shopped around to look for the perfect present for Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIvfSZFrI/AAAAAAAADdA/v_OMCwD4F-g/s1600-h/DSC07381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782502119184050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIvfSZFrI/AAAAAAAADdA/v_OMCwD4F-g/s320/DSC07381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the playground to slack:DD Played Ice-and-Water. Haha, how childish can sec3s get?! Oh and Siew Leng is like, totally spamming up my phone's inbox! Rawr, somehow a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIv_SZFsI/AAAAAAAADdI/6dY7nIOqMdU/s1600-h/DSC07382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782510709118658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIv_SZFsI/AAAAAAAADdI/6dY7nIOqMdU/s320/DSC07382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIv_SZFtI/AAAAAAAADdQ/AP5WjGe7_ms/s1600-h/DSC07387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782510709118674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIv_SZFtI/AAAAAAAADdQ/AP5WjGe7_ms/s320/DSC07387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIwPSZFuI/AAAAAAAADdY/z0XaFPVKQsQ/s1600-h/DSC07388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782515004085986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIwPSZFuI/AAAAAAAADdY/z0XaFPVKQsQ/s320/DSC07388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIwvSZFvI/AAAAAAAADdg/5nvhvpL3WWw/s1600-h/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179782523594020594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIwvSZFvI/AAAAAAAADdg/5nvhvpL3WWw/s320/DSC07389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQfSZFmI/AAAAAAAADcY/Hicr_StNLm0/s1600-h/DSC07390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781969543239266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQfSZFmI/AAAAAAAADcY/Hicr_StNLm0/s320/DSC07390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feydric emo cause don't have him in the photo:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQvSZFnI/AAAAAAAADcg/7l9VYMslrKM/s1600-h/DSC07391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781973838206578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQvSZFnI/AAAAAAAADcg/7l9VYMslrKM/s320/DSC07391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn and her boy, Say Neng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQ_SZFoI/AAAAAAAADco/FGzhWdU07Vc/s1600-h/DSC07393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781978133173890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIQ_SZFoI/AAAAAAAADco/FGzhWdU07Vc/s320/DSC07393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIRPSZFpI/AAAAAAAADcw/9N4u0Nwybqo/s1600-h/DSC07394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781982428141202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIRPSZFpI/AAAAAAAADcw/9N4u0Nwybqo/s320/DSC07394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, Aglin was taking the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIRfSZFqI/AAAAAAAADc4/lus0PX6GA-g/s1600-h/DSC07395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781986723108514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JIRfSZFqI/AAAAAAAADc4/lus0PX6GA-g/s320/DSC07395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two inseperatables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun(: Dionne is coming for cell fellowship tomorrow:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;To PD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;You said that to lighten your conscious right? Just to make you feel better and that I'm still for you right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;To LPA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;you were nice to me then, why can't you be yourself now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;To Lord Jesus my Papa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;I admit I can't rely on my own any more! I want to return to you! I tell myself I want to, oh Lord let this be my prayer that I will just take time just for you.&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/29158103-3611487248857331408?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3611487248857331408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3611487248857331408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3611487248857331408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3611487248857331408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-yesterday-had-speech-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R-JJJvSZFwI/AAAAAAAADdo/G2wuvwIys0M/s72-c/DSC07374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-5652058358551212449</id><published>2008-03-18T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:54.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>My goodness, Feydric is getting more and more disgusting now. Like example in POA, he went in this very loud voice, declaring, "My dick hurts laaa." And I was sitting with the guys, just nice beside him, I wasn't even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOUCHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him or anything. Renny laughed it off with Joshua and Thiam Seng but I gave him that, ew look. Then, a few minutes passed before he declared it again, "Waa, my dick hurts la! Zoie help me rub." And he said it in this very...teh voice. Like very..beggy-ish. &lt;strong&gt;LIKE FREAKING DISGUSTED LA&lt;/strong&gt;. Half way through the lesson, Mr Ong was talking about 'air freight' . He went, " Now, when you have goods in the aeroplane, ship or train, things can happen to your goods, am I right?" Then, Renny said, " Ya, &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; can happen. You go on aeroplane 2 people, come back, 3 people. 1+1=3, the Law of Maths." So retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We changed our seating arrangement again. But I only moved one seat back, so now I'm in the fourth row of the 2nd column. Khairul is just beside me, Gao Khui on my right [I think], Joshua in front, Dillion behind[I think]. Oh and we've been going everywhere asking people to pronounce '&lt;em&gt;fish&lt;/em&gt;'. And now, when we see Hazic, me and Charlotte keep laughing because we remember what Hazic wore for Sec 1 Camp. Haha! &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HOT BLUE PANTS!&lt;/span&gt; Here's a picture of him for your own enjoyment:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9-1GtgQcSI/AAAAAAAADcQ/l6DpRTuUMh4/s1600-h/CIMG5119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179057223398093090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9-1GtgQcSI/AAAAAAAADcQ/l6DpRTuUMh4/s320/CIMG5119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO HOT RIGHT:DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, he is the GUY in blue pants. We were all doing the 'Cha Chika Dance'. Haha. After school went with Charlotte to help her with her blog. Finally, she chose a nice skin without any ridiculous problems. Last night stayed up to help Euodia with her blog. Funny thing is that both girls asked &lt;em&gt;if they could kiss me&lt;/em&gt; after I helped them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, I think I should charge like $5 per hour I help them do their blog. I can earn money, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5652058358551212449?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5652058358551212449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5652058358551212449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5652058358551212449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5652058358551212449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9-1GtgQcSI/AAAAAAAADcQ/l6DpRTuUMh4/s72-c/CIMG5119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-4988926055937579989</id><published>2008-03-17T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:56.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY! I MISSED SCHOOL SOO MUCCCHHH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I expected, my entire class found out my baptism name and started calling me Esther or they'll purposely pronounce the 'est' part which sounds like 'ass'. And, Renny went, "Zoie &lt;em&gt;Esssssst&lt;/em&gt;her Tan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan and Mrs Wong didn't come school today. Rawr. So had quite a number of free periods. Feydric can't pronounce the word  '&lt;em&gt;fish&lt;/em&gt;' properly:DD It got really funny because his tongue kept getting in the way. He pestered Mrs Te to pronounce 'fish' to see if she could pronounce it properly and for the rest of the day, he asked almost everyone if they could pronounce 'fish'. Half way through English, Mrs Te said, " So they practised..." before she could finish her sentence Feydric interrupted and added, "Intercourse." The whole class burst in life again. The class always seemed dead during English without the antics of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Lit, Mrs Goh finally passed me the book titled &lt;em&gt;I'm king of the Castle&lt;/em&gt;. We did a short unseen prose of the book, a passage, then Joshua and I were quite interested in reading the book after Mrs G told us that the guy Hooper was really quite sly and all and that the main character of the book, Kingshaw, committed suicide after being tormented for a long time by Hooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renny got really like...disgusting. You know what he told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Zoie Esther! Why you never tell me Dionne is so hot!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;R: The pictures on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Huh? I thought I photoshop le.&lt;br /&gt;R: Ya, her clevage right?&lt;br /&gt;Z: ...&lt;br /&gt;R: Walao! She can compete with Davior's sister nia!&lt;br /&gt;Z: I thought I made it NOT OBVIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;*I forgotten that Renny plays the computer more than I do. Wow*&lt;br /&gt;R: No, can tell!&lt;br /&gt;Z: *thinking in mind; i asked a few others and they say cannot even tell.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Renny was just fooling around. Haha. Went to Alina's house to help her paint her room. Charlotte and Mark accompanied me awhile then I left to meet Alina. Jordon dyed his hair blonde and it looks &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;seriously ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. He is like...no offence but so black like negro like that and yet he wants to dye his hair and be a ball of sunshine! I told him to get his eyebrows dyed to look more natural. I was just &lt;em&gt;kidding&lt;/em&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like 2hours in desperate search of paint. From 201 go all the way to 103+ there. Haha. But when we were painting it was reaaaally fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95dFdgQcRI/AAAAAAAADcI/m99Pv0qOG90/s1600-h/DSC07348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678969923301650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95dFdgQcRI/AAAAAAAADcI/m99Pv0qOG90/s320/DSC07348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cw9gQcMI/AAAAAAAADbg/iFnF3zBGzj0/s1600-h/DSC07350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678617735983298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cw9gQcMI/AAAAAAAADbg/iFnF3zBGzj0/s320/DSC07350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cxdgQcNI/AAAAAAAADbo/rWp63vaWLv4/s1600-h/DSC07351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678626325917906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cxdgQcNI/AAAAAAAADbo/rWp63vaWLv4/s320/DSC07351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cxtgQcOI/AAAAAAAADbw/cpMUF9PI2-Y/s1600-h/DSC07359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678630620885218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cxtgQcOI/AAAAAAAADbw/cpMUF9PI2-Y/s320/DSC07359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cx9gQcPI/AAAAAAAADb4/gosHxsqPZmE/s1600-h/DSC07364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678634915852530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cx9gQcPI/AAAAAAAADb4/gosHxsqPZmE/s320/DSC07364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cyNgQcQI/AAAAAAAADcA/ElDJeU37I_o/s1600-h/DSC07366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178678639210819842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95cyNgQcQI/AAAAAAAADcA/ElDJeU37I_o/s320/DSC07366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina and her brother, ahh, sibling bonding:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin told Liang Hui to call me Zo V.A.M. As in ZoVam. He told Liang Hui it's a guy I like. &lt;strong&gt;RAWR, I CAN'T BELIEVE I TOLD AUSTIN AND HE TOLD OTHERS!&lt;/strong&gt; Now, almost the entire zone has taken to calling me zoVam. Just to make things clear anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vam is not a guy who I like or even the short form of the name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be purely honest and admit it's the initials of &lt;strong&gt;GUYS I USED TO&lt;/strong&gt; like. Not a single guy whom I currently like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't trust Austin anymore, man! Wah, he so like that! AND Wilbert go tell Marc I failed ALL my subjects! More like Wilbert fail all! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4988926055937579989?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4988926055937579989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4988926055937579989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4988926055937579989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4988926055937579989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-i-missed-school-soo-muccchhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R95dFdgQcRI/AAAAAAAADcI/m99Pv0qOG90/s72-c/DSC07348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-1120805461893425006</id><published>2008-03-15T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:42:59.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Walk.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Zoie's dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Zoie's dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther's alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, spiritually of course. I thought my name was supposed to be Zoie Esther Tan and not Esther Zoie Tan, but that was how it appeared on the name list. &lt;em&gt;Oh well..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I panicked because I thought we were all going to be late. Turn's out we weren't. Hah. Me and Elizabeth were one of the firsts to be baptised. I accidently stepped on a rock in the sea and it &lt;strong&gt;HURT&lt;/strong&gt;. After that, when I got wet, I didn't really want to get out of the water. It just felt really nice in the water((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. I really want that dress! But I must not have the &lt;em&gt;lust of the eye&lt;/em&gt;! I had a really bad dream last night and thus I didn't even sleep well. Ask me about the dream and I'll tell you face to face. Really scary. I didn't even get 2hours of sleep, Aloysious told me that he went to see the doctor and doctor said he was suffering from &lt;strong&gt;exhaustion&lt;/strong&gt;. I think if tonight I don't sleep well, I'll faint right in the middle of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished the &lt;em&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/em&gt; novel &lt;em&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/em&gt;. I love the way Jodi writes her books, it all seems to be in a big knot at first, but slowly as the truth unveils and the knot untangles as she writes, the novel becomes more interesting. Truths of the character's pasts slowly unravel before your very eyes. Just by imagining yourself as the parent of teen is enough to make your heart ache when "&lt;em&gt;your child&lt;/em&gt;" gets sent to prison or dies. A really great author! Bookworms should read her books:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now as we were walking, I don't know how but I made Austin's new slipper's front come out. Like very funny because he just bought it yesterday and it costs about $40. But just a step from me made the top part of the plastic thing come out, cheap material. Haha! I was laughing so hard that I forgot to say sorry. I'll say it when he logs in later((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, Zhen Ling and Marc saw me this morning after I got baptised and &lt;strong&gt;THEY DIDN'T EVEN SAY HI!&lt;/strong&gt; So dao right! RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1120805461893425006?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1120805461893425006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1120805461893425006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1120805461893425006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1120805461893425006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoies-dead.html' title='Zoie&apos;s dead.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-2460213983075329512</id><published>2008-03-14T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:57.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos.'/><title type='text'>Photos of F&amp;N class</title><content type='html'>Our F&amp;amp;N classphoto. The one beside Feydric is our teacher, Mdm Siti. Ms Hilyah leaving already so we took a photo as a class together for keepsake)): Rawr, F&amp;amp;N classes won't be the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQANgQcJI/AAAAAAAADbI/fM95o_IkcbM/s1600-h/CCSS+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609054915162258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQANgQcJI/AAAAAAAADbI/fM95o_IkcbM/s320/CCSS+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look fat):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQAtgQcKI/AAAAAAAADbQ/MiaCPY_4st4/s1600-h/CCSS+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609063505096866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQAtgQcKI/AAAAAAAADbQ/MiaCPY_4st4/s320/CCSS+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQBNgQcLI/AAAAAAAADbY/oe8GJTXAB1s/s1600-h/CCSS+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609072095031474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQBNgQcLI/AAAAAAAADbY/oe8GJTXAB1s/s320/CCSS+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feydric looks really obscene. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-2460213983075329512?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2460213983075329512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2460213983075329512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2460213983075329512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2460213983075329512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/photos-of-f-class.html' title='Photos of F&amp;N class'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qQANgQcJI/AAAAAAAADbI/fM95o_IkcbM/s72-c/CCSS+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-6317425232748385940</id><published>2008-03-14T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:58.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow baptisium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoie is dying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Death by Drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Place @ East Coast Beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding(: Well, not really dying. Die to the old me. I'm getting baptised. I hope I can wake up on time! Jasmin asked me, " Esther, are you ready to die?" I'm like, "Huh?" And Alina went, " She doesn't get it." and both of them laughed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qB2NgQcII/AAAAAAAADbA/GlyrKimP014/s1600-h/DSC07333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177593489953681538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qB2NgQcII/AAAAAAAADbA/GlyrKimP014/s320/DSC07333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this mini dress at &lt;em&gt;Parkway &lt;/em&gt;at &lt;em&gt;Isetan&lt;/em&gt;. Rawr, but it costs &lt;u&gt;$53.90&lt;/u&gt; like that. I know I doesn't go well with the cargos I'm wearing but it'll look great with jeans or white shorts. &lt;em&gt;RAWR&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had Prayer Meeting today. I don't know about the rest but I can really sense God's presence and I believe this term something great will happen. Sian, maybe Aglin tomorrow can't come and watch me getting baptised. Feydric say if Aglin they all not going, he also don't go. Rawr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos taken @ &lt;em&gt;Marina Square&lt;/em&gt; on monday with Dionne. She maybe can come tomorrow, just hope she don't oversleep as usual. I edited with photoshop because if I don't, Dionne won't allow me to post it up. Not much difference anyway, I won't tell you what I photoshopped because it's really private, so unless you have a &lt;u&gt;keen eye&lt;/u&gt;, I guess you'll know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBAdgQcEI/AAAAAAAADag/8xS4SK_q32Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177592566535712834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBAdgQcEI/AAAAAAAADag/8xS4SK_q32Y/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBA9gQcFI/AAAAAAAADao/LICpJEbXYMg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177592575125647442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBA9gQcFI/AAAAAAAADao/LICpJEbXYMg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBBdgQcGI/AAAAAAAADaw/ONiSFqhpftU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177592583715582050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBBdgQcGI/AAAAAAAADaw/ONiSFqhpftU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBBtgQcHI/AAAAAAAADa4/Pr3kOuoX5uk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177592588010549362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qBBtgQcHI/AAAAAAAADa4/Pr3kOuoX5uk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know what Austin? For my baptisium gift, I would like that dress(: I'm kidding of course. I went to The Faceshop at &lt;em&gt;Parkway&lt;/em&gt; and like, the staff there kept standing beside me or behind me, watching me like a hawk after a rabbit. They asked me if I needed assistance I said no, but they still stood around me. I don't steal, I was wearing my specs, I think I looked decent enough! Rawr, maybe if they didn't stand around so much I would have bought something, but I changed my mind:DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow. Can't wait for school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed a whole bunch of people. I saw Charlotte and Sherrill today at &lt;em&gt;Eastpoint&lt;/em&gt; before Prayer Meeting. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;"CHAAAARRRLOTTTEEE!"&lt;/strong&gt; cause I didn't see Sherrill, and I ran up to her. Everyone was looking, as in everyone with a captial '&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;'. Even the people in &lt;em&gt;Giordano&lt;/em&gt; weren't spared. Haha. Went KFC and walking in comes Feydric, Joshua, Yong Wei and Kok Yang. Super funny(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lemme name out the people I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Dionne&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Lyn&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Feydric&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Davior&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thiam Seng&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Khairul&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Sherrill&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;OC Valerie&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE UGS!&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;ZONE 1&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;My brother, parents and Milo (yeap, I miss them even though their at home:D)&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;My cousins&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;alot alot more!&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people easily. Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6317425232748385940?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6317425232748385940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6317425232748385940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6317425232748385940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6317425232748385940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoie-is-dying-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow baptisium'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R9qB2NgQcII/AAAAAAAADbA/GlyrKimP014/s72-c/DSC07333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-4927755929908567730</id><published>2008-03-13T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:13:56.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, so I ripped this blogskin codes and image and background, I'm too lazy to make a nice one. It keeps rainning and spoiling my mood): Rawr, I was going to Su Tieng house then on MRT it started raining like really &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;heavily&lt;/span&gt;. Jasmin asked Yu Wen to meet me at 7-11 because she had an umbrella with her. But just as I expected her umbrella was so freaking &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smallish&lt;/span&gt;, it couldn't even cover both of us. Being nice, I told her to use the umbrella for herself while I walked in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached Su Tieng's flat's staircase, I was going '&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;rawrrrr&lt;/span&gt;' in my mind. Ate my Long John take away and then we had DP. After that, talked to Jasmin about the followups and sheeps then later Su Tieng they all decided to dance/ act/ sing for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One Fine Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Dionne cause she didn't eat but by the time I got on the next bus and reached home, she ate already)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's coming to my baptisium. I think Clemens too. Last night I cried again because my bro kept saying what &lt;em&gt;no faith, no faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Made me &lt;b&gt;feel worthless&lt;/b&gt;. And pressured. Then, I don't know why but I cried. So my mother prayed for me. Remind me &lt;u&gt;never cry before I sleep&lt;/u&gt;, it makes my eyes puffy the next day):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4927755929908567730?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4927755929908567730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4927755929908567730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4927755929908567730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4927755929908567730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5824953066908688525</id><published>2008-03-13T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:28:22.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Flu Bug</title><content type='html'>I've got the flu bug. Sniffles and snuffles. Rawr. I'm getting baptised on Saturday morning. Feel free to come(: I'd be delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Su Tieng's house later for DP. I don't know why but I don't feel like having DP. I guess I'm still not used to it, but seriously, I don't quite get it too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5824953066908688525?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5824953066908688525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5824953066908688525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5824953066908688525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5824953066908688525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/flu-bug.html' title='Flu Bug'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4188059646281772775</id><published>2008-03-12T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:58:57.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>I just took a little time out to go through my photo album to paste the neoprints I look with my cousins and bro today into it. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt;, I felt like crying, to turn back time, when I saw the old prints and photos with friends and family. It's like a timeline, from primary five to sec3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From fringeless and no guys inside the neoprint booth, to fringe and guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary Six.&lt;br /&gt;A photo of Dionne. I called her name and took that photo by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;A print with Natasha. We didn't have fringes. Looked hideous and childish.&lt;br /&gt;A print with Dionne. Looked really retarded, but it was obvious fun was on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary One.&lt;br /&gt;A neoprint with Dionne again. This time hair longer, better clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Rona's first neoprint and the first neoprint I took with a cousin. No doubt we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Two.&lt;br /&gt;With Charlotte and the PDP. The look on Penny's face [ one of PDP's facillitaters] was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Another one on Dionne's belated birthday outing. With Euodia and Nerissa and her ex.&lt;br /&gt;On Justin's birthday. Din was there.&lt;br /&gt;Another one with Din. Rashid and Syafiq and Charlotte were there too. Now I don't even contact Din, Rashid and Syafiq are those which only I pass by in school then say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;One with Aglin, Lyn and Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, Sofia and Me.&lt;br /&gt;Aglin, Lyn, Davior, Feydric and me. Looked really cool together.&lt;br /&gt;Esther, Elieen and Sharmin. All girl cousins together. Taken at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Three.&lt;br /&gt;Rona, Ah Quan, Rong Quan, Clemens and Me. Had fun today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other photos which were not neoprints were in there too. Our primary six trip to BeiJing, downstairs Dionne's house and my house, at Japan, in my grandmother's house..&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss those times, but gotta move, gotta move. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A poem's coming up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends; Remember.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever remembered the times&lt;br /&gt;we laughed and cry,&lt;br /&gt;the photos we took,&lt;br /&gt;the memories we looked for,&lt;br /&gt;just to recall the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we used to jump and cheer&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of holidays drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's them I dread,&lt;br /&gt;because that'll meant no school,&lt;br /&gt;no you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you remembered each birthday spent,&lt;br /&gt;blowing out candles,&lt;br /&gt;making same old wishes,&lt;br /&gt;opening presents,&lt;br /&gt;till nothing's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes,&lt;br /&gt;just so fast,&lt;br /&gt;no time to get used to,&lt;br /&gt;like a camera's flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a snap of a finger,&lt;br /&gt;a blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;a small slight movement,&lt;br /&gt;then it's all over, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep in contact,&lt;br /&gt;try to make time,&lt;br /&gt;try to take photos,&lt;br /&gt;just to show others that&lt;br /&gt;you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon, so soon,&lt;br /&gt;it's all over&lt;br /&gt;like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last fight we had,&lt;br /&gt;seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;we start another one,&lt;br /&gt;the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different cliques come and go,&lt;br /&gt;like a chameleon you know.&lt;br /&gt;Blending in,&lt;br /&gt;with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;And then another,&lt;br /&gt;low and behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we just can't waste our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;We've all got some friends to save.&lt;br /&gt;To stand out is tough I know.&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it,&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke the chains&lt;br /&gt;and set us free.&lt;br /&gt;Others should know,&lt;br /&gt;the least of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go out and spread the cheer,&lt;br /&gt;friends will forever,&lt;br /&gt;and ever more have,&lt;br /&gt;friends behind their backs,&lt;br /&gt;not to jeer but to slap their back,&lt;br /&gt;say,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, i've gotcha' there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, don't know why the last part become so like that. Don't blame me, I just type what comes out(: &lt;em&gt;Call me fake or call me liar, I don't care&lt;/em&gt; if you say I'm trying to act spiritual. Heh, cause you can't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4188059646281772775?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4188059646281772775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4188059646281772775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4188059646281772775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4188059646281772775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-2099041614891144882</id><published>2008-03-11T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:56:37.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Rawr</title><content type='html'>Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical in the swimming pool has done something to my eyes! Now my shan guang for my right eye is worse after opening my eyes in the pool water! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;, oh please, let it be a passing thing and tomorrow when i wake up, i can still see things without my specs! Even if I can't, I'll still have to change specs cos it most likely meant my eye degree for shan guang gone up)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cried last night. I was the last person to sleep last night, so my room was the only light on. My mother and bro slept with air con. And because I was tramatised, I went to my mother's room to sleep to avoid being the last one to off the lights. But when I lay down on the bed which I dragged into the room's floor, my mother told me to off the lights since I'm the nearest. The exact same thing which was what I was trying to avoid. I said no. My bro kept saying, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Off la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " In this really annoyed voice. I kept resisting, kept saying No. Until I finally cracked and started sobbing and saying, "No, no, no, don't want. You off." Over and over again. My mother shook her head, got off the bed and switched off the lights. " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like that also cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;," My bro said in this disgusted voice, " You're worse than Ah Quan now." Ah Quan is afraid of spooky stuff and all, he cannot watch scary movies that has ghosts in it or else he'll get nightmares. I was that scared, that tramatised. I finally found out how tramatised I was. Usually I would have went there and made the lights go out, but now, I'm even afraid of looking through my own fringe. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh Lord, help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went swimming with Nicole today. Didn't wear the bikini since Dionne didn't go. Tomorrow going Sentosa to get a tan or something. I'm tired. I'm tired. Decided to not go out on either Thurs or Fri. Maybe. I'm not sure. I just now I'm tired and tramatised. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-2099041614891144882?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2099041614891144882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2099041614891144882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2099041614891144882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2099041614891144882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/rawr.html' title='Rawr'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3543648410210877821</id><published>2008-03-10T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:26:04.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Well, like I promised I'll post about camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, Sherrill and I didn't bring anything for school. Just our camping stuff. Then went to Tampines Mall to eat Mac before going back school again. Skip all the way to the part where we reached &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dairy Farm Adventure camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our bus was the last to reach. In the bus it was super noisy, the 1E1 people just can't keep silent for a moment. Turns out there wasn't enough first aiders so instead of being Group Leaders, we St John members are going to be Medics. It's so totally different being a Medic/ Senior. We not only get to slack abit [ at night more casualties] but also get to order the Sec1s around and make them do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up Downs&lt;/span&gt; [squats]. Yun Si Mam and Aythia were there to be Medics and Instructors too. Had night hike around 9 plus too. It was freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally dark, me and Sherrill went with Valour 2 [ the guys]. Aaron sir positioned us there. That Aloysious supposed to walk with us but at the end he went with Integrity 2. We had to walk through the forest of Bukit Timah Hill which was around out camp site and it was waaaayyy dark. Without the light stick I have, I can't even see my hand in front of me. We had to hold on to the person's shoulders in front of us, Sherrill kept letting go one hand and I freaked out and kept saying, " Hold on la!" In a whisper because we aren't allowed to make noise at all. Iman dressed up in everything army print and he stood so silently there that when I turned to look at him, I screamed. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;scary cause there was a torch and I could only see his teeth! Trekked all the way to the big open field, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dairy Farm Quarry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The stars all very nice, it's like a lot, considering that we're in Singapore. Talked to Uma and Faris with Xin Yi. I don't know where OC and Charlotte went. Had to walk back to the Camp Site and it was freaking creepy. Eric didn't want to hold on to the person infront of him and the guy infront of me didn't want to hold on to Eric. I obviously complained to Aloysious after that. Wouldn't you complain if you were so freaking scared to get lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached a barrier, Aythia made me walk with this Malay girl who didn't look well. I observed her as we walked back and notice she kept looking to the ground and not around her. I knew something was wrong. When we got back to camp to a brighter place [the sick bay], I looked into her eyes and could tell &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she saw something&lt;/span&gt;. Sherrill and I told her to lie down. I thought I was just imagining about her seeing something. But turns out she did. It freaked me, Sherrill, OC and Charlotte out alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte and Sherrill went for Mobile duty so only me and OC in the room. Oc Valerie and I talked then later, Charlotte and OC went to look for the boys, who had fallen down this afternoon, to changer their wound dressing. Luckily, Ms Mel came in the room to talk to me and Sherrill, or else it would have been really creepy. Li Lin [ the casualty] was already asleep by then, same as the other malay girl [another casualty, not the one who saw something].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mel at first didn't want to tell me what exactly happened and what the girl saw, but after awhile, she told me and Sherrill that a few other malay boys also saw. I believed it was just a hallucination, but after hearing that Rama and some instructors also saw, I couldn't really doubt it at all. At night I got really freaked out, because it was dark and we were sleeping at upstairs. Only four of us, the Medics upstairs. We slept around 4plus, OC Valerie, Charlotte and Sherrill all lay down and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;boom&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fall asleep. But I was so tramatised that I couldn't even sleep. Suddenly, the room got colder and I freaked out. In my mind I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't open eyes, don't open eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Finally at around 5plus, after the alarm went off, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Student Leaders overslept because we all slept quite late. In the morning, I apologised to Miao Jing again because I knew she still hadn't forgiven me and I have had quite enough of her attitude, so I said sorry in front of everyone. She was smiling smugly because she thought I was paiseh. Okay, I was a little but not really alot. But at least everything was fine now. After breakfast, there was not much casualty other than changing the bandages of a few of the boys from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the earlier hike with Charlotte. We walked the trail of last night's hike, but this time to the foot of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bukit Timah Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So far no casualties. Went back to camp and there was this guy who had fever. So me and Charlotte tended to him, 38.5degrees. We asked Ashraf to help us sponge him because he had high fever and we can't sponge him, it's abit disgusting. Er, not to mention a little fat..but it's also because he is a guy. So small Ashraf, there were two Ashrafs, one is taller the other is shorter. Then, a guy who had nose bleed came to the sick bay too. Khairul sir asked him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When did you notice you have nose bleed?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maple."&lt;br /&gt;"Maple? What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Computer game."&lt;br /&gt;I fell about laughing because it was retarded. Then Khairul Sir gave him the weird look then said,&lt;br /&gt;"I mean when in camp?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my group at the Lost Island then later, our group.."&lt;br /&gt;"Skip all to the part WHEN you NOTICED."&lt;br /&gt;"I putting my cup back that time then I notice."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super funny, haha. Khairul Sir and Charlotte and Ashraf talked in the sick bay awhile, then Charlotte went to do Mobile Duty so left me and Ashraf in the room, Khairul Sir went out of the room. So Ashraf helped Yun Si Mam and got to stay in the room to bring down the guy's temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left camp at 3.30pm because at first I wanted to dance with Su Tieng they all. But after recieving a call from Joana that they changed location from her house to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Changkat CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I decided to go back to camp so I called OC to tell her to inform Mr Oh that I was coming back to help. Tieng called me and kept asking me why I didn't want to join them so I explained to her. Ate Mac with my dad on the way back to camp. A number of people were surprised to see me back, I admit, I was more used to camp, while the rest didn't even notice I was gone. By the time I came back, they were preparing for dinner. Talked to Aloysious awhile. His group, Harmony 2, ran into the forest so he and Fairudos had to chase after them. Turns out Aloysious fell into a pithole, and then they went so deep into the forest that the grass which grew there were up to his chest level. They both recieved alot of cuts and when Rama found out about it, the boys were severely delt with. Senior NCO Nadiah helped Aloysious dress the wound, but she dressed it so roughly that when the Burnol was gone and I asked Aloysious if he want me to put more, he say don't want. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Campfire, when we doing the " Cha chika Dance", Hazic very funny, shaking his bum and all and spinning around. Haha! I should have recorded it down! Then, suddenly, Charlotte got up, told me, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sherrill crying&lt;/span&gt;!" And ran off. I followed after her and then, we found out she felt left out. I guess Charlotte felt bad and everything, she went to cry. OC was with Lynn [ not spelling error, there were two different lyn/lynn] and I was with Charlotte, Sherrill had no one. I kinda feel bad too. So, during Night Snack, talk to Sherrill abit with OC. Then, I made Sherrill sit with Charlotte. Suddenly, I don't know why but Charlotte put her head on the table and slept. I thought she was sleeping. Then, OC sat with her friends. So I talked with Lyn and Xian Li and Sykia. Khairul Sir told me to get some biscuts to eat and then, gave Xian Li curry puff:DD Later on, I walked pass him and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zoie, you this year sec3 ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Sir"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;same age&lt;/span&gt; as Valerie!"&lt;br /&gt;"SIR, I LOOK SO OLD MEH?" *laugh * "I only sec3!"&lt;br /&gt;* Sir laugh* "No really, I thought you same as Valerie."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I laugh and went to look for my OC to tell her what Khairul Sir said. What happened next was really messy. I found OC crying, &lt;em&gt;I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;, and I saw Khairul sir and Yun Si Mam around Charlotte, Zu and Sherrill had a concerned look on their faces. I rushed over to Charlotte and found her half awake half asleep. I think she was going to faint or fainted. They helped her back to the sick bay and I went to look for OC. She walked out to a very secluded place, the stairs at the back. I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; freaked ou&lt;/span&gt;t because it was really dark. I comforted OC and then we headed back to bunk. Once OC felt better, we went to look for Sherrill and the rest. Mam told us to bathe, but we waited for Lynn and the rest to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, there was a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; frog in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;! Didn't dare bathe. Lyn tried to shoo it by shouting, didn't work): So me, Xin Yi and Si Ning went to look for the guys to help. Saw Yong Hwe Sir and Ong Sir half way. They helped us chase it away. I wasn't so tramatized by then, so I could bathe in peace:DD this time, I slept with Lyn and Xin Yi at the bottom of the bunks. WAY BETTER THAN UPSTAIRS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went sat the bus back to school. This time was with class, 1n2! Same bus as Aloysious too, so easier to contact later to go church. During morning PT, all the sec1s had to do more than 100 squats! So ridiculous. Ate with Nick and Aloysious before heading to church. Had bapitsium interview after that. Ate at Katong for dinner. There was this guy who was with his friend and a girl, he smiled at me, and I gave him that digusted look. When he went back to his seat, he smiled again. I stared at him. Later, while I was going to the toilet, I saw him and his friend. Turns out that girl was his girlfriend. I pity that girl. He is a big flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Water Horse with Dionne at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marina Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bought bikinis together at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super cheap&lt;/span&gt;, 10bucks only and the pattern is nice! I bought it because I had no more swim wear and also going swimming with Nicole tomorrow. Dionne is tagging along too(: A great time to bond together:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rawr alot of mozzie bites!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The bikini is brown by the way(: The top is brown with pale yellow and khaki brown, bottom is pure brown. Dionne's is the exact same pattern except her's are blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3543648410210877821?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3543648410210877821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3543648410210877821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3543648410210877821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3543648410210877821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-9039810984213502292</id><published>2008-03-09T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:10:02.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Crumpler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAWR. I'm back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new bible; &lt;em&gt;hopefully purple cover, or not black&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baptisium name which I submitted is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple Crumpler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Joel and Aloysious at Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging about camp tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-9039810984213502292?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/9039810984213502292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=9039810984213502292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9039810984213502292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9039810984213502292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/crumpler.html' title='Crumpler'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7659139438551258654</id><published>2008-03-06T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:10:28.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right, I'm leaving for camp:D &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sec1 camp&lt;/span&gt;. I'm helping out as a Student Leader(: I know what you're thinking.&lt;em&gt; Aw, no! My only source of entertainment will not be blogging for two days! I'm blessed she is breaking camp early [saturday] because she has a dance audition to go to at church!&lt;/em&gt; Heh, see I'm so smart! Enough with the crappings. Let's get down to my daily rambling:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Leng didn't come school for this entire week. The last time I saw her, she looked like she was badly beaten up, but Mdm Faz says that she has sore eyes. Somehow I don't quite believe her. My mother's nagging again, cause I didn't clean up my room. Finally Liang Hui returned me my Rapture Ruckus disc, it has been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;! Today has Speech Day Rehearsal again, this time no one pengsan, although I &lt;em&gt;hoped&lt;/em&gt; someone would because I was feeling all bored. Jarvis looked pretty reddish and tired and dizzy but he made it to the end of the Rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up quite late last night to think and do blog designs but at the end didn't change the blogskin and I quitted paint without saving. Boo. Pretty tired now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Dang, I'm back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;make it stop, make it stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7659139438551258654?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7659139438551258654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7659139438551258654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7659139438551258654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7659139438551258654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7948722122504924454</id><published>2008-03-05T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:52:48.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Grades and stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday Thiam Seng:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Social Studies but it was expected. I passed my Combined Science too:DD [Physics and Chem]. During recess, Charlotte was using the tip of her fork [ which was clean] and was trying to take ice out of her Milo when Mark, dipped the entire fork [ which the top had ketchup] into the drink. Super disgusting and I was laughing like some idiot. It was so retarded! Mark claims " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" but I prefer to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't paint the containers today because it was raining. I met Charlotte up and waited for her to help her teacher finish updating her class CPA files then we went off to Parkway. I was to meet Dionne and Jeremy and she was going to meet Leslie. We decided to prank Shun Sheng because yesterday I unsuccessfully tried to prank Leslie. So this is how me and Shun Sheng's SMSing conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Hi Shun Sheng. I know you are going to school.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Charlotte thought he didn't have her number and typed 'Hi' but he had her number so we used my phone. Leslie called Shun Sheng and then asked where he was and everything. He pretended that he wasn't the one who gave Charlotte Shun Sheng's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:I'm sorry to bother you, but who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am your primary 3 classmate. I was the girl who borrowed your eraser that time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was lying. I don't even know which primary school he went:DD But it was super funny. All three of us were laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I know you are either Leslie's friend or Charlotte's friend. You want prank me right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh, but I really cannot remember you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I give you a clue, you comfirm know me le. I was the one who stalked you everyday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freaked him out and I knew it cause it took him really long to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: How there you stalk me? I'm God and ppl who stalk me will have something happen to them. You stalk me before so you should know. Say la.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE&lt;/span&gt;. This reflects that his english is no good. Anyway I gave him a very ridiculous answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, got something happen. I fell in love with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it really freaked him out. As in really. He took ages to reply. I was laughing and laughing so hard when I was typing those words. He replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late reply but I already like someone else. I don't like you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blow to 'my' ego. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT(:&lt;/span&gt; So long never prank people already, and it's super ubber fun:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just want to be friends. I'm lonely):&lt;br /&gt;Him: Okay, I don't mind making friends. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guess.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't bother smsing me already. So evil. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, big thanks to Jeremy for the ice cream and waiting with me at the bus stop when I missed the bus:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dionnedionnedionneidonneiodnnioe&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;charlottecharlottecaholetcharlottecharltte&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aglinalginalignaliagliangliangalinaglin&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiengtiengtiengeitngietigntiengitegtiengiteng&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joanajoanajoanajoanajoanajoanajoanajoanajee&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ameliaameliaamliamaliemaliameameliamalie&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuwenyuwenyuwenwyunweyunweyuwnweyun&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yokfongyokfonyyokfonyfokynfokynfokyokfnony&lt;/em&gt;. Oops(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoiezoie. Heh(:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&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/29158103-7948722122504924454?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7948722122504924454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7948722122504924454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7948722122504924454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7948722122504924454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/grades-and-stuff.html' title='Grades and stuff.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6699434285839425114</id><published>2008-03-04T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:51:21.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Good News Bad News</title><content type='html'>RAWR. I'm so sleepy. I'm getting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less &lt;/span&gt;than 8 hours of sleep everyday. At most will be 7hours. Even after the Common Test, I still feel stressed out by the people and pressure around me. I'm starting to get back my moodswings. I passed my Chemistry(: failed POA): rawr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT is asking me to invite people come but I won't be there. Khairul not sure if he can go, Dionne will be at HongKong, Eric will be going on the school trip to Malacca. The rest are sec1s who will be with me at camp. Later CT might say 'we' which I strongly feel he is saying me which deep in my heart I know he is NOT saying only me, that 'we' are not inviting people like the last time CT gave that talk in the C. In which, made me feel jealous of N because CT said even though N cannot come C but N still got invite friends to come when I have actually been inviting people just that they dua me at the end or they cannot make it or I didn't tell CT. I'm writing this down because I know CT will be reading this and I want to let CT know how I felt. Note past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed because I still feel seconded to one of my friends who is more prefered by the people, by the teachers, by almost everyone. But still, I cannot let my feelings get in the way of our friendship, so I shall bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed by my results for Maths, I got 7/40 which is quite suck. But what can I say, only 8 passes in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sian because I wasn't picked to go for Leadership camp. Friend got chosen and I looked at the list and felt that I should be taking another person's place because I don't think the person even deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all these, please derive that I am abit of a perfectionist. I must be the best at what I'm good at, if I miss my mark just that bit, I'll get angry and jealous at the person who took my place or I thought or think took my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of complaints, time for &lt;em&gt;real dealings&lt;/em&gt;. Mrs Te didn't come school again, so I took the free period to talk to Vivian, Cynthia, Guan Hong and Feydric. We crapped alot together. After school went Army Market with Charlotte, Sherrill, Shun Sheng and Leslie. I tried to prank Leslie in the MRT, I got his number from Charlotte. I actually wanted to freak him out like smsing him that I'm that girl in his class in pri 3 who borrowed and eraser from him and fell in love with me blah blah blah, but then being the nice girl I am, I told him, Hi Leslie. He figured out who I was after the second SMS cos I think he saw me and Charlotte laughing and plotting in hysterics. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leslie no fun&lt;/span&gt;): Got home, had tuition but couldn't concenrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love in a song which is not christian, though I hoped it was, it's called That's when I loved you. Super nice. And also Submarine from The Beatles. Very catchy and funny:DD Got addicted to it by Charlotte and Nicholas. Got Eric and Aglin interested in Christian stuff and now Eric is considering coming back to CornerStone and Cell(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6699434285839425114?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6699434285839425114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6699434285839425114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6699434285839425114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6699434285839425114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News Bad News'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1171975358275665199</id><published>2008-03-02T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:10:25.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Speed Stacking</title><content type='html'>Freak, I wanna do Speed Stacking again. It's stacking cups into different pyramid kinda shapes. I did it in St John once, I think it was last week or something. Super fun. Crazy Cups people came down to teach us. I just watched some videos and I'm like, argh, I wanna play it again! You can go search youtube. Speed Stacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1171975358275665199?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1171975358275665199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1171975358275665199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1171975358275665199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1171975358275665199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/speed-stacking.html' title='Speed Stacking'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7873680568588868442</id><published>2008-03-02T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:22:40.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Walk.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Mas Selamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS SELAMAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You caused so much trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're caught you're SO IN TROUBLE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For burning my eyes with you ugly disguse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your deranged pictures, all around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope your limp cause you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fall to the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so kidding about that poem. I'm really bored; cross my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, I see that ridiculous guy's face. He is so freaking ugly and everywhere I go my eyes burn. Okay, he just looks psycho, not very ugly but plain plain psycho.  I saw his picture in 7-11, it freaked me out okay, in school, I feel like vandelising his face, really, on the bus, AND EVEN THE SMS SENT BY STARHUB IN MY PHONE! Ew, I know Starhub is trying to help us recognise him and be alert and all, but really, by putting his blown up photo [I'm exaggerating] at the very beginning of the message [ this part is true] is really really just freaking me out and going all eeewww-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the sec1 camp meeting, Chai Hee Sir decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;convert&lt;/span&gt; to Muslim from Christian. Kind of sad and I was going to cry, first thought that came to my mind was, " Why?" But obviously I didn't ask Chai Hee Sir. I would be too deranged to do that. He was in a good mood, so that's a good sign(: Zayd made us laugh alot when they were called out to act as sec 1s. Yong Hwe Sir too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dean and his family to go to Ah Bing's Korkor's wedding. Don't ask me why I put it as 'korkor'. I'm just too used to calling him that in real life; so let's cut out the cheesy words and I shall call him Ah Bing. Finally, I got my PSP back. My brother, thinking I've modified the PSP slim, got my cousin to try and install games in it, which obviously didn't work, much to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; amazement. Anyway, they had it at Aloha Chalet which was freaking far from the MRT station and my aunt nor uncle knew how to get there other than Shuttle Bus which takes a freaking one hour wait. Just when we decided to go take a walk around &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;White Sands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my ankle &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;. It's like crap! So went back to the place to wait for Shuttle Bus. Finally got to the chalet, met Elieen and Esther and Andy. After the not bride and not groom became bride and groom, we ate abit then went to cam whore with Elieen's cam. Very very very fun(: So long never cam whore with them already. After that, went down to the arcade with Dean, Clem, Shar and Esther to play. When we went back to chalet, we talk about my school ghost stories, which I will use it to scare the sec1s in camp. I'm kidding:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel, before going into the toilet, sang loudly infront of me and Clem, a Christian Children's Song which I haven't heard for a long time. " He's &lt;em&gt;able&lt;/em&gt;! He's &lt;em&gt;able&lt;/em&gt;! I know he's &lt;em&gt;able&lt;/em&gt;!" While singing, he opened his hands and pointed to him, so it's like, " He'e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; I know he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" And it's like calling himself God, but it was super funny. Abel ain't Christian by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. I was thinking about my baptisium name and 'Esther' and 'Ruth' kept poping in my mind. Nice names. But sounds weird. Imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoie Esther Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Zoie Ruth Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit funny, no? Jasmin thinks it's Mary. I admit my first reaction was, " Ew, no way." Then, Jasmin laughed and said, " What is it's really Mary how?" Then I look at her in this weird way then say, " I'll deal with it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoie Mary Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, sounds weird. Imagine if I die a Marytr. I think that will be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7873680568588868442?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7873680568588868442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7873680568588868442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7873680568588868442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7873680568588868442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-selamat.html' title='Mas Selamat'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4841228376871872765</id><published>2008-02-29T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:12:40.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Yayness</title><content type='html'>Bwahahaha, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I PASSED MY CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;! And studying for F&amp;amp;N also paid off, cause...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT THE HIGHEST IN CLASS FOR F&amp;amp;N&lt;/span&gt;! But, I 100% comfirm fail my Maths because I gave up half way and I just couldn't get my numbers right. I think I'll fail POA and Lit too. Or maybe just pass for Lit. Today had the Lit Workshop and it help a lot. Considering. I think if I had taken this workshop before the test, I could have done better. And also I do better for Poems than Passage. Anyway, today's Leap Year Day. Couldn't go out with Tieng, Jo, Am and Yok. Like freak long never join them le. Such a busy week. Tomorrow, Cousin's getting married and I've got sec1 training program thing to make us bond better, between the leaders I mean. So I can't go cell group for this week, and church and cell next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom Writers is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY REALLY NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; show. I don't care, I'm going to tell Jeremy to rent it or something and let the cell watch it. It really impacted me, and somehow while the flim was going, okay not really flim, but as it was playing, I felt God speaking and all. And somehow I don't know, just wanted to share with you guys that it felt really Christian and all. Or maybe I've just gone nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin! I hope you're reading this because for your sake, I'm getting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; by drinking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you heard me, my dear blogders, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt;. Yeap, I'm still lactose-intolerent, but then cause Austin said that I'll grow tall and all, and I'm like, noooo. And the only milk I'll drink will be one specific kind of milk which is: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magnolia Chocolate Milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And, IT HAS TO COME IN THE 6 PACKET KIND, or else I won't drink it. I'm &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; picky:D And if I drink it, it has to be all in one shot, cause if I drink slowly I'll spit it out or vomit. Haha. I still hate strawberry and fresh or plain Milk though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek, the scouts not going to Sec1 camp! It won't be fun without them! RAWR! And Prefects can't go too, I'm blessed that I'm going with St John as first-aider. Heh. That stupid Yew Kiong go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLAP ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! As in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY SLAP&lt;/span&gt;. And it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;! We weren't acting either! Charlotte, Mark and I were like making him, then like we irritate him alot, then I think he want play play slap me, then, my goodness, he slap so hard! Ouch la! He felt bad cause we kept saying him. And so he treated me and Charlotte lolipops, and Mark this candy thing @ 7-11. Went back to school for Workshop and Charlotte and Mark and Yew Kiong that girl-slapper went too because Charlotte needed to go for UG CrossCountry which we had postphoned, and Mark and Girl-slapper went back to meet Mr Gerad or how ever you spell it. It's&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; Gerald cause I know how to spell Gerald.  Anway, saw Nik Son, Zhao Qi and Marcus. Nik Son took Charlotte lolipop, put it in his mouth, started eating it and walked off with Zhao Qi and Marcus. I was freaking disgusted. Charlotte wanted it back, she didn't care if Nik Son's saliva was all over it. EW. If I were her I'd wash it first, but she just poped it in like that *snaps* . By the time it came back to her, it was like...half eaten already..like 1/4 was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4841228376871872765?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4841228376871872765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4841228376871872765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4841228376871872765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4841228376871872765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/yayness.html' title='Yayness'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5010681025380966690</id><published>2008-02-28T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:58.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry blogders! I can't seem to connect my phone's bluetooth to my laptop's to send photos! RAWR. Heh, did I mention I want to be mix blood? Anyway, some couples are facing some rough patches recently. Sad, uhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin accompanied me to go Marina Square today; I forgotten to call Dionne): . We saw some bikinis, it was the only swimwear that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ripcurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quiksilver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had, but none of them were of my type. Went to Body.nits and this lady, I'm nice enough to NOT call her Auntie, who was working in the shop, kept loitering around me and Aglin, as if she was suspecting we were going to shoplift or something. Technically, their swimwear weren't really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; nice anyway. We ate at Mac then talk abit before heading back to CityHall MRT. We were so engrossed in talking that we didn't notice the MRT EastWest line thing. We didn't check if it was heading to BoonLay or Pasir Ris. The MRT came speeding along and we both happily board it, unknown to us that we were headed in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us talk and talk and talk, it seems as though our conversation never ended, from Prom night jump to 'O's to Graduation to BGR and then to subject combination. I forgotten which stop but soon after we boarded the train, a bunch of older guys, say around 17-19 years old came in and stood near us. Both me and Aglin were holding on to the pole thing to balance ourselves while talking. So this five guys, a white shirt one, the specs guy with an ear piercing, a maroon shirt one and a and a striped grey shirt one came and held on to the pole which me and Aglin were already holding onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R8ah17HGB2I/AAAAAAAADaY/Y8tZitHUI24/s1600-h/GUYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171999169854179170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R8ah17HGB2I/AAAAAAAADaY/Y8tZitHUI24/s320/GUYS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rough idea of it. A is Aglin, Z is obviously Me, the Brown shirt guy was behind me, the Grey shirt was inbetween the brownie and whitie. Then the Red shirt guy who had a ear piercing and black specs was beside the white guy then black guy was beside Red guy. Got the idea? It's okay if you don't get it. The white shirt was freak tall too. Then, I think they read my nametag, wow? Anyway, that grey grey thing in the centre is the pole, in case some dimwit didn't know that(: so all of us, other than the grey shirt guy was holding on to the freaking small pole. And then these few guys; Reddie, Blackie and Whitie, started to play that Hand Squeezing game. You know the ones we used to play on trains with friends where all your hands all squeeze each other and together? Yeap, they played &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;. Super funny, it was funny UNTIL the white shirt guy let go of his hand, which the middle hand ,which belonged to Mr Red, was trying to push Mr White's hand down, and then my hand was below Mr White's and when White let go, obviously Red's hand hit mine, and I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the heck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I pretended I didn't know and look away; it was, afterall, a brush. But I still felt disgusted, who knows if it was intentional. Red was embarassed BUT he didn't apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was happening, Blackie was moving closer and closer to Aglin, she couldn't even move away because there was some uncle beside her. So we pretended nothing happened and so we started talking. Finally, some people alighted the crowded MRT and me and Aglin moved to the back. Then, the guys moved along too. So now we were cornered. Freaky. And just nice we were talking about school and our subject combinations. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;, the guys talked about THEIR subjects, what cellular module crap. And I was like, oh my ma... You get the point. They kept looking at us. At me. I'm serious, they did look at Aglin but like, it was waaaay freaky when they made eye contact with/at me. After some time, the guys finally alighted at Commonwealth. Then, it hit me at the next stop which was Dover, I think. I was like, "Aglin, you better don't lean. Door's opening." Then, she look behind and what went through her mind was exactly what went through my mind, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOOR OPENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;" And, tada, we found ourselves heading to BoonLay instead of the intended Pasir Ris direction. Wow. We couldn't stop laughing when we alighted at Clementi. Like so freaking far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we doubled back and I alighted at Payar Lebar. I had stomache, as in really bad, and I think it was the coke, I think I AM allergic to coke or gas or whatnot. So after I went to the toilet, I was tying my hair when  I heard a number of guy voices right outside the toilet. So I went out after tying and guess what.&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;As I stepped out, this tall guy, about 16-18 stepped &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INTO&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRL'S toilet&lt;/span&gt;. I've encountered this one time too many. I'm serious, so much so that I've already gotten used to it to be able to put on this I-don't-care face. Then, they all stopped talking and then looked at me. Imagine this really short girl in school uniform with specs hanging in the gap of her blouse staring at you in the eye. Really freaky. I know. I was that girl:D Hah. Anyway, he dared say in my face, "Oh, wrong toilet." &lt;em&gt;What the crap&lt;/em&gt;, it was so obvious that it was intentional! I threw the guy and his friends the half diao, half weird face and as I walked away, I could hear them whispering and looking at me. Why do guys keep looking at me? Do I have something weird other than hanging my specs at the between of my blouse? It's normal what! Like a tie, only in glasses form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in the MRT, when me and Aglin felt cornered, I looked out and asked Aglin what station, and then Aglin couldn't see, so I look out and I was sure the Red or Black shirt guy was like, "Yes, girl?" or something. He said something to me, I think, cos he was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. RAWR. RAWR. random(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5010681025380966690?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5010681025380966690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5010681025380966690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5010681025380966690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5010681025380966690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R8ah17HGB2I/AAAAAAAADaY/Y8tZitHUI24/s72-c/GUYS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-6928764654611933889</id><published>2008-02-27T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:59:42.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Sorry, too busy</title><content type='html'>Finally I managed to unglue myself from my pen. It's running out of ink drastically. Had a great laugh with Marc and Justin. Marc from school, not Wilbert's brother. When I have a kid, I'll never name him/her Marc/Mark, Rachel, Valerie, Marcus. They're too common names! I prefer names that are unique, which I've never heard before, like Aglin, Davior, Feydric, Alina, Estelle, Zara. Thsoe are just examples, so maybe you've heard them numorous times, but sadly, these are the names I heard only when I reach secondary school. Anyway, finally got my specs:DD Yes, I'm delaying the photos, my exams aren't exactly over yet. My cousin's getting married this Saturday. It's going to be at some beach resort or something, so there will be a pool. I just remembered I have no swimming suit or costume or whatever name you call those stretchable stuff you wear to get wet. Aglin is going to accompany me to go Marina Square to go get one:D just now my mother even asked if I wanted to try a bikini. I actually said I don't mind. Like, wow? I think I'll ask Dionne to go to MS too((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really short and crammed up, and yeap, I still haven't got about designing the new blogskin yet. Heh. Bear with me awhile more! So far, I think I'll get myself a takani, unless desperate times calls for desperate measures, then I'll get a bikini. Heh, please don't take me seriously. I'll post on what I bought, or wanted to buy tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6928764654611933889?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6928764654611933889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6928764654611933889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6928764654611933889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6928764654611933889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-too-busy.html' title='Sorry, too busy'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-9221014387335099055</id><published>2008-02-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:18:21.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Common Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey my dear readers! I won't be blogging much because of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Common Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; next week. I promise to blog soon! Actually, I'm too lazy to blog after studying, heh:D And maybe after &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Common Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'll be making a new blogskin, heard from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; [ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; ] that my blogskin make the words hard to read. Hpmh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me which blogskin color or main color I should make [ &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;, Black, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;White, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;]! Or if you want to design it for me, email me @ &lt;a href="mailto:zo136@hotmail.com"&gt;zo136@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Give it all up, Girl, no use trying. He's non-christian and he doesn't really take notice of you, does he. And even if he does, he can't be with you, like what she said, it sucks, doesn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-9221014387335099055?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/9221014387335099055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=9221014387335099055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9221014387335099055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9221014387335099055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/common-test.html' title='Common Test'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7414702546018988917</id><published>2008-02-20T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:00.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I can connect my bluetooth to my laptop and upload these photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiCLHGByI/AAAAAAAADZ4/MYa2Uo56gQ0/s1600-h/DSC07073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169043893052114722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiCLHGByI/AAAAAAAADZ4/MYa2Uo56gQ0/s320/DSC07073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me forget what, it's just a piece of art. I like it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiCrHGB0I/AAAAAAAADaI/yjlhBa5_tTc/s1600-h/DSC07075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169043901642049346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiCrHGB0I/AAAAAAAADaI/yjlhBa5_tTc/s320/DSC07075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasting the masking tape on the container.&lt;br /&gt;That's Charlotte:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiBrHGBxI/AAAAAAAADZw/1KJr7BBUcsc/s1600-h/DSC07077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169043884462180114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiBrHGBxI/AAAAAAAADZw/1KJr7BBUcsc/s320/DSC07077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our supposed design. But me and Charlotte got our creative juices to work and came up with another design which has a space for the birds and tree(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiDbHGB1I/AAAAAAAADaQ/tKk4v7bIrlM/s1600-h/DSC07078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169043914526951250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiDbHGB1I/AAAAAAAADaQ/tKk4v7bIrlM/s320/DSC07078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black lines are not added in yet:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7414702546018988917?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7414702546018988917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7414702546018988917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7414702546018988917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7414702546018988917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-can-connect-my-bluetooth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7wiCLHGByI/AAAAAAAADZ4/MYa2Uo56gQ0/s72-c/DSC07073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-6656254996619074018</id><published>2008-02-20T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:14:27.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'>Art Club</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, tomorrow is the YOG thing! Charlotte and I will be on the news:DD yay us! I shouted at Siew Leng today cause I was really in a trashy mood. Like I seriously don't want to talk and she kept pestering me. She broke her record today. I bet with Charlotte on her, I bet that before the week is over, Siew Leng will talk to us. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, talk to us she did. Okay, so not really bet. Just like, tell Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I called Charlotte's phone and she took a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reeeeaaaaaally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; long time to answer. When she did, it wasn't her who picked up, it was some old 40+ lady or guy who sounded &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reeeaaally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; constipated. I was like, " Hello is this Charlotte?" And she/he, let's call him/she the Man Lady, went, " No la, wrong number." in this really gruff voice. I tried dialling again to see if I got the right number, then after some time, someone picked up the phone and it was that Man Lady person again. I hung up and called Sherrill to find out if Charlotte changed her number. Sherrill was like, " No leh, yesterday call her still okay leh." Finally, Charlotte returned my call, and she told me she found out from Nat her call was diverted. I asked divert to whom and she was all, don't know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in Art Club painting the Containers:D Those big big types. Super fun. I accidently go make Fat Y², aka Yin Yung's, shirt. With the pale yellow paint. That color is super disgusting. I think the color I like best which we used ( Mondrain colors) is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;. I hope he can get it off. So maybe it wasn't really an accident. More of accidently-on-purpose thing((: Heh, I was pointing him with the brush, he took it, I held on, we both were holding the thing and i kept pushing his hand back back back, and &lt;em&gt;phuuttt&lt;/em&gt;, he got paint on his sleeve:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened today, Charlotte was talking to Clement then suddenly Brandon came and was like, " What you all talking?" Then Clement before that look at me with that weird weird look and I look at Brandon and felt like laughing even more. Luckily, I didn't or I would have been made a complete fool of myself. After that, I was calling my mother to tell her I'll be eating first and Charlotte was looking at the guys play basketball while I was calling when Brandon passed us. I was like, " See tell you liao, he so dao!" I was telling this to Charlotte in this purposely loud voice, my mother hadn't pick up the phone yet, and Brandon stopped in his tracks and turned with this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What-Did-You-Say look&lt;/span&gt; on his face. I started laughing cause it was very funny:DD and then he was like, "Okaaayyy." That kind of thing. He didn't really say it though, his expression says it all. I wonder what he was about to say if I didn't start laughing and go, " Hello Mummy ah?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;the roller coaster ride starts again. This time there's double loop-dee-loops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: ouch my sides hurt):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6656254996619074018?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6656254996619074018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6656254996619074018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6656254996619074018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6656254996619074018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-club.html' title='Art Club'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-8302655201701744314</id><published>2008-02-19T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:19:13.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh and cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS JOANA, AGLIN, YONGWEI, MARCUS AND NOEL FOR MAKING ME SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8302655201701744314?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8302655201701744314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8302655201701744314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8302655201701744314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8302655201701744314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5532056306855110183</id><published>2008-02-19T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:20:07.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Horrible</title><content type='html'>Ugh, ugh, ugh. I feel so horrible. I've just had two horrible days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We're out of the Parade.&lt;br /&gt;2) We'll be doing First aid instead.&lt;br /&gt;3) Common test is next week and I can't find time to study.&lt;br /&gt;4) My friends are mocking me because I tried to preach.&lt;br /&gt;5) Something happened to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;6) I see him and I really don't know what to say because I scared I say wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;7) I think Valerie thinks that I go to the hospital to kill time and not to visit Austin when actually I wanted to pray for him but there were too many people around.&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm worried for Khairul because he stepped out in faith to follow Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;9) I had Physics extra lesson and Gao Khui made me furious.&lt;br /&gt;10) Mdm Faz is looking for a new Art Club President because Li Yan will be taking her Os. She thinks Charlotte is a possible candidate. Technically, Charlotte a suitable candidate for all her CCAS. Out of her 4 CCAs, I'm in three of them. Out of three, Head Prefect, President of Art Club and OC of St John, is all comfirm hers. I go almost everywhere with her, involved in almost every thing with her and like, everything to the teachers is about her. She says hi to them they smile and wave, I say hi and they don't seem to give a shit. Yes, she will be stressed and all, but like, since she is stressed why not pick another one. And like, I think today Mdm Faz only call out Charlotte but she asked me to tag along and so that's how I found out that Mdm Faz is still deciding who should be Art Club Presidento which I still think Charlotte will get. Argh, I HATE BEING JEALOUS. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even then, Charlotte's my good friend. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuffing myself silly with Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's Ice Cream to drown my unhappiness, which will actually lead to more unhappiness after that because I'll get fat and start complaining. Argh,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5532056306855110183?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5532056306855110183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5532056306855110183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5532056306855110183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5532056306855110183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/horrible.html' title='Horrible'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3131225475683502379</id><published>2008-02-18T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:01.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Speech Day Cancelled for St John.</title><content type='html'>Well, what can I say, a number of things happened today:DD I shall tell them in sequence of what happened. Anyway, last night, I preached to Davior because I found out something about him and Renny. Then, today, I think he told Renny they all, and now their making fun out of me. I feel hurt and in a way angry but I know what I'm doing is not particularly wrong. Jordon came back from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he and Mark really went crazy. Right now, even Charlotte is into this whole Christian thing. I talked to Khairul today and he seemed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, another bad thing happened. Mrs Te, the teacher-in-charge of St John, took us out of the entire Speech Day Parade, means there will be no St John marching! It's like, she's so horrible to do that! So what if we're short of manpower, we still can march right, just that it won't look nice only! Me and Charlotte still went ahead and polished our shoes and buckle, &lt;em&gt;we're such loyal cadets.&lt;/em&gt; Let me add something into the 'loyal cadets' thing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're such sad and disappointed loyal cadets:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eli gave us Hershley Kisses and I made the foil into little hearts:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lyj7HGBsI/AAAAAAAADZI/gkLzRESU-JY/s1600-h/DSC07052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288008872789698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lyj7HGBsI/AAAAAAAADZI/gkLzRESU-JY/s320/DSC07052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare Ru Jia's boot to mine! His boot [left] is waaaayy shiney-er than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lykbHGBtI/AAAAAAAADZQ/EMF1fTBT4So/s1600-h/DSC07056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288017462724306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lykbHGBtI/AAAAAAAADZQ/EMF1fTBT4So/s320/DSC07056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a number of white hairs on Ru Jia's head. Stress highlights I'd call them(: Zann tried to pluck it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lyl7HGBvI/AAAAAAAADZg/etvzbMhoDc8/s1600-h/DSC07058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288043232528114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lyl7HGBvI/AAAAAAAADZg/etvzbMhoDc8/s320/DSC07058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lymrHGBwI/AAAAAAAADZo/E8KUJ_SLQoA/s1600-h/DSC07061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288056117430018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lymrHGBwI/AAAAAAAADZo/E8KUJ_SLQoA/s320/DSC07061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She succeeded. It's black from the root and turns white at the end. Creeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lylbHGBuI/AAAAAAAADZY/XqEX43i9H1w/s1600-h/DSC07057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288034642593506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lylbHGBuI/AAAAAAAADZY/XqEX43i9H1w/s320/DSC07057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charlotte and I headed to the hospital to visit Austin. Turns out, when we reached there he was doing Casting. So me and Charlotte waited, just then, OC Valerie called us back to school to be First Aiders. Wow, first we get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'kicked out'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the Parade and now we're supposed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watch our fellow UGmates march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we're supposed to help them. Oh golly gee me, I'm so happy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;. Even some Scouts wasn't pleased after hearing we were not marching anymore, so were a few Guides, NPs and Ncs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, lucky for us, Nicholas and Brandon were there too. And they weren't marching either(: So they, being the very funny fellows we know, entertained me, OC and Charlotte:DD Had quite a fun time:DD But too bad we couldn't see Austin, we'll be going tomorrow. I heard from Charlotte that Mark is going. In the St John room, me and Charlotte talked abit, what we said in the room, stays in the room:DD heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way throughout the Rehearsal, the Sir go scold NCC boys because they went to drink at the water cooler or something. Some guy got pumped and then, I don't know why, but Andrew fall out and then he went home. I think. I'm not too sure. But I know he changed into School Uniform and then went off. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home after that, then I saw Ze Yu and Zong Kai on the bus, they weren't as dao as I expected. After they alighted, I was sitting oh so comfortablely when suddenly this plump lady plopped herself unto the seat beside me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I literally bounced&lt;/span&gt;. As in, when she plopped herself onto the seat, I bounced up from my seat from her weight. I guess SBS bus's seats are too...puffy or something. Okay, so I might not know if I made another person bounced before. I guess not. I'm quite light. I think. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, common test next week. I better start revising soon)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3131225475683502379?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3131225475683502379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3131225475683502379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3131225475683502379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3131225475683502379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/speech-day-cancelled-for-st-john.html' title='Speech Day Cancelled for St John.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7lyj7HGBsI/AAAAAAAADZI/gkLzRESU-JY/s72-c/DSC07052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-3963230224245047530</id><published>2008-02-17T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:03.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Get well Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g10bHGBqI/AAAAAAAADY4/9bVaEtOv9JY/s1600-h/DSC07036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167939747154626210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g10bHGBqI/AAAAAAAADY4/9bVaEtOv9JY/s320/DSC07036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo. Now if only we both had eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, lipgloss and wore some really dramatic clothes, it'd be picture perfect models. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g107HGBrI/AAAAAAAADZA/gApeq5P_36E/s1600-h/DSC07037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167939755744560818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g107HGBrI/AAAAAAAADZA/gApeq5P_36E/s320/DSC07037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Foong's sister, Harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1G7HGBlI/AAAAAAAADYQ/iI8NHFI24Kg/s1600-h/DSC07038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938965470578258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1G7HGBlI/AAAAAAAADYQ/iI8NHFI24Kg/s320/DSC07038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Foong:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1HbHGBmI/AAAAAAAADYY/XkZqaEIk0eI/s1600-h/DSC07040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938974060512866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1HbHGBmI/AAAAAAAADYY/XkZqaEIk0eI/s320/DSC07040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1HrHGBnI/AAAAAAAADYg/inJ3McY4_sA/s1600-h/DSC07041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938978355480178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1HrHGBnI/AAAAAAAADYg/inJ3McY4_sA/s320/DSC07041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1ILHGBoI/AAAAAAAADYo/JScFBUJTDYk/s1600-h/DSC07042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938986945414786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1ILHGBoI/AAAAAAAADYo/JScFBUJTDYk/s320/DSC07042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1IbHGBpI/AAAAAAAADYw/QaCXRVIOf0U/s1600-h/DSC07043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938991240382098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g1IbHGBpI/AAAAAAAADYw/QaCXRVIOf0U/s320/DSC07043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird face Rachel has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g0HbHGBgI/AAAAAAAADXo/EA_eKgo3bCg/s1600-h/DSC07044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167937874548884994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g0HbHGBgI/AAAAAAAADXo/EA_eKgo3bCg/s320/DSC07044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn with the weird face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g0IbHGBhI/AAAAAAAADXw/lGqdAYn1k4c/s1600-h/DSC07045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167937891728754194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g0IbHGBhI/AAAAAAAADXw/lGqdAYn1k4c/s320/DSC07045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened to Austin today, get well soon yeah:DD I'll be visiting him on Tuesday, tomorrow I have Speech Day Reheasal. Anyway, I just went to buy my specs, it's purple and I'm not sure when am I supposed to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Usher Duty, and I overslept so didn't go 1st service): The wind is quite big these days, I don't even sweat in school even though it's like 12pm plus. Haha! Okay, I'm quite tired now. Can't wait for tomorrow((: I missed baptisium class cause I didn't know today have class)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3963230224245047530?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3963230224245047530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3963230224245047530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3963230224245047530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3963230224245047530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-well-austin.html' title='Get well Austin'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7g10bHGBqI/AAAAAAAADY4/9bVaEtOv9JY/s72-c/DSC07036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-589250304060531736</id><published>2008-02-16T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:04.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Another soul saved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7beA7HGBfI/AAAAAAAADXg/Ow9QiKucyYM/s1600-h/DSC07027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheehee, even though only, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aglin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felix&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt; turned up, I'm quite happy because Aglin brought her primary school friend, Janelle, who is mixed blood and super pretty [ i forgot to take a picture with her):] and Khairul brought Jacobson, who was in 2E1 last year. Felix was late, but he turned up. I'm going to send him an SMS because I didn't sit with him, he wanted to sit at the back so he can see everything.  Marcus and Edison came too:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event was a great success. Khairul even accepted Christ:DDD I took some photos with Aglin at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdmrHGBaI/AAAAAAAADW4/RbkoxOOuS3c/s1600-h/DSC07028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561278931469730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdmrHGBaI/AAAAAAAADW4/RbkoxOOuS3c/s320/DSC07028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdnbHGBbI/AAAAAAAADXA/UwXsAor0ReY/s1600-h/DSC07029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561291816371634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdnbHGBbI/AAAAAAAADXA/UwXsAor0ReY/s320/DSC07029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdn7HGBcI/AAAAAAAADXI/_fw9QXpDFR4/s1600-h/DSC07030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561300406306242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdn7HGBcI/AAAAAAAADXI/_fw9QXpDFR4/s320/DSC07030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdorHGBdI/AAAAAAAADXQ/-xx3V2cK-8Q/s1600-h/DSC07032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561313291208146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdorHGBdI/AAAAAAAADXQ/-xx3V2cK-8Q/s320/DSC07032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Khairul says he can't be Christian)): That's kinda sad. I don't know what to do)): I guess he told his parents and his parents didn't want him to be Christian. Maybe his faith wasn't ready yet, I'll try again next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;If we really had a strong sistership, why can't you 4 just tell me what happened between 2 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-589250304060531736?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/589250304060531736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=589250304060531736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/589250304060531736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/589250304060531736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-soul-saved.html' title='Another soul saved!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7bdmrHGBaI/AAAAAAAADW4/RbkoxOOuS3c/s72-c/DSC07028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-4036275592899158317</id><published>2008-02-16T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:25:56.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQpi_CaI69Y&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQpi_CaI69Y&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This guy is really has no life. I cannot stand the way he tries to slang and also the way he talks. Notice in the beginning, he keeps twisting his head here and there. It's so irritating! Argh, this guy is so boliao to make this video. Check out the comments the people gave, it's so disgraceful to not just himself, but Singapore as well. What &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'lend a helping hand'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's like he's trying to speak for Charity. It's so disgusting that he is posed half naked, or fairly well naked, since the camerea didn't show The Belows, but it still burns my eyes! The way he speaks burn my ears too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite a number of the people I invited haven't reply my sms yet. They don't bother to reply ANY of my smses. Maybe Felix, Jun Yang, Zhao Wang and Khairul, but the rest didn't. I shall not be depressed today because I know there is at least ONE PERSON coming:DD And that's my good buddy Khairul! Now all I gotta do is to find a good bass player and a guitar player. I asked Marc but turns out he plays the guitar more than the bass, I think. Oh, well, I'm off to decide who is the better guitar player to introduce Khairul to. Let me think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4036275592899158317?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4036275592899158317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4036275592899158317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4036275592899158317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4036275592899158317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-guy-is-really-has-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6432428361154091899</id><published>2008-02-15T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:15:57.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Crazy Love Greeting</title><content type='html'>Haha, the whole sec1 VS sec3 thing no more. I shall explained what happened. Today morning, me and Charlotte saw them. Then later, we confronted them and I talk quite abit, but they all pretend not to listen. Siew Leng then say, " Can later then talk, we studying for class test later." Then I say, " You're not the only people who have class test. I this entire week have class test every day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You all sec1, I sec3, you all NT, I Express, who more stress? Me. Who next year taking Os? Me, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Still dare say." I said a whole bunch of things telling them that it was them talking loudly and I've got much better things to care about. Then Pei Eng come, the sec4N, and she ask what happened. So I tell her then she go tell Miao Jing [ which Lyn calls Mao Jing], " You guys want her to change her attitude, then you all also better change yours. You all want us respect you, you respect us first. I'm not angry, I just telling you."  Then when Pei Eng walk away, Miao Jing cry. After that, I talk somemore, say is they want come tell me change attitude for no reason, then now cry, like so bo liao. Then, I walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they go complain to their form teacher about me and Pei Eng cause after their Morning Walk, I got called by Mrs Chan. Prem Chan. Then, I told her my side of the story and Mrs Chan decided we all meet after school to trash things out. I was going back to class, then I hear her scold Miao Jing, Jean and Siew Leng for making things so big blah blah blah. Charlotte say she heard the word 'suspended'. After the talk everything settle liao, then I found out Siew Leng actually told Mrs Chan I'm a bad prefect and yet dares call me her friend. I would never call HER my friend now. I still thought she was okay, but she turns out to be a &lt;em&gt;suck up girl who turns her back against you&lt;/em&gt;. After that me and Charlotte ate at BK. Saw Miao Jing, Jean, Fu Shan or whatever her name is there too. Then they like very pai seh or what, like don't want make eye contact, or they want act angry. Whatever, I can't be bothered anymore. Haha, Pei Eng actually told Mrs Chan I'm her god-sis. I didn't know that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a decision to ignore Siew Leng every morning because she said &lt;em&gt;I'm a bad prefect who deserves to be sacked.&lt;/em&gt; Until I decided to talk to her, then we'll see. But I'm still pretty much angry at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katong Shopping Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Dionne. Played Para Para awhile then I went church. I didn't eat dinner just now, so I'm eating it now. Anyway, me and Alina went abit nuts and crazy, haha. But it was super fun, Andrew and Isaac called me a &lt;em&gt;pao tou kia! &lt;/em&gt;Not my fault you guys brought food and drinks out what! I hope tomorrow got people come. I don't mind if my friends don't come cause I believe that forcing them come is no use:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungrryyy. Finally my dad's back. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6432428361154091899?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6432428361154091899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6432428361154091899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6432428361154091899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6432428361154091899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-love-greeting.html' title='Crazy Love Greeting'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-353181319959020317</id><published>2008-02-14T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:11.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Cell Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGXbHGBZI/AAAAAAAADWw/Gc00GYyulYI/s1600-h/14022008056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166832040729249170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGXbHGBZI/AAAAAAAADWw/Gc00GYyulYI/s320/14022008056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of Xiang Jun to scare you guys: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I blog about the Cell Steamboat, I shall blog about today what happened:D Really funny!&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl from Siew Leng's class, 1T1, called Miao Jing. Yes, her name reminds me of the chinese temple. Anyway, she and her fellow friend, called Jean, were talking to Mrs Ho during the CrossCountry, being a loyal St John member, I was doing my duty and they were standing a few feet away from me, more than my arm's length, talking in this really loud voice complaining about her friend. [And this flithy hypocrite dared tell Siew Leng they were talking about their Science project partner.] Then, they knew I was listening&lt;em&gt; cause they were talking so freak loudly&lt;/em&gt;. Even my other two partners, Eric and Jerome could hear them! So they sent me this stupid letter today, telling me they were " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappy about my behaveior and attitude&lt;/span&gt;," saying that i've got to stop "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ear peeing on their conversations.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i better change my attitude or else...&lt;/span&gt;"  Yes, go ahead and laugh, that was exactly what they wrote. Number one, if you're unhappy, come and confront me, don't so childish:D and what on earth is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EAR PEEING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?! Want me to pee in your ear, be my guest, I don't mind. It's eavsdropping for your sake! Brush up on your english and get a A1 before talking to me, please. Who are you to tell me to change my attitude, &lt;em&gt;I'll listen to my leaders, my friends and the Cornerstone sec3s&lt;/em&gt;, but you're just a mere sec1 girl who thinks I'm the baddie. Don't you ever eavsdrop on other people too? Don't say people when you never look at yourself, yeah. I threw the letter away in front of Siew Leng's face and she was like, "Oie, you're supposed to reply!" And I'm like, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no must about it. They want confront, tell them say it in my face, I'll be more than happy to trash things out.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, when I was at BK, with Charlotte, Zhao Wang and YuWen, we saw them outside BK. So I went out, and just as I stepped out of the door, they already ran away. Charlotte and I laughed like psychos. Seriously, am I that scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jinn Song and Solomon came to BK and we went to Cell Steamboat. YuWen was invited by Liang Hui, I think. Charlotte and Zhao Wang stayed back at BK to study and do the St John's T-shirt design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZiLianed with Xiang Jun abit, then helped Jinn Song and Xiang Jun take pictures. Haha! So childish, but I think Miao Jing and friends more childish(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with Jon's phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGHbHGBUI/AAAAAAAADWI/_QqzekRl5kc/s1600-h/14022008062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831765851342146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGHbHGBUI/AAAAAAAADWI/_QqzekRl5kc/s320/14022008062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGHrHGBVI/AAAAAAAADWQ/VGI0WPZP8N4/s1600-h/14022008066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831770146309458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGHrHGBVI/AAAAAAAADWQ/VGI0WPZP8N4/s320/14022008066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality is blur because I was using Jon's second camera, the 3G type one:D Super cool! Oh and that's Jonathan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGILHGBWI/AAAAAAAADWY/HdN886H7Bf8/s1600-h/DSC06993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831778736244066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGILHGBWI/AAAAAAAADWY/HdN886H7Bf8/s320/DSC06993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Changkat's back:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGIbHGBXI/AAAAAAAADWg/zWA4_bbBNEs/s1600-h/DSC06995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831783031211378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGIbHGBXI/AAAAAAAADWg/zWA4_bbBNEs/s320/DSC06995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this. This was the picture I wanted to show you guys(: Nice? It's one of the best I've done when I'm in right-brain mode:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGIrHGBYI/AAAAAAAADWo/bcDYvZF5bmo/s1600-h/DSC06996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831787326178690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGIrHGBYI/AAAAAAAADWo/bcDYvZF5bmo/s320/DSC06996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy VS Jon in PS 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their zilian-ning starts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFj7HGBPI/AAAAAAAADVg/AV5IVPX_CzY/s1600-h/DSC06997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831155965986034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFj7HGBPI/AAAAAAAADVg/AV5IVPX_CzY/s320/DSC06997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFkbHGBQI/AAAAAAAADVo/GFCNox5T_08/s1600-h/DSC06998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831164555920642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFkbHGBQI/AAAAAAAADVo/GFCNox5T_08/s320/DSC06998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFkrHGBRI/AAAAAAAADVw/W7PL7Mb1wUI/s1600-h/DSC06999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831168850887954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFkrHGBRI/AAAAAAAADVw/W7PL7Mb1wUI/s320/DSC06999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multishots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFk7HGBSI/AAAAAAAADV4/9nh_DuYDA5o/s1600-h/DSC07000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831173145855266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFk7HGBSI/AAAAAAAADV4/9nh_DuYDA5o/s320/DSC07000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFlLHGBTI/AAAAAAAADWA/JEnMaDAjX6s/s1600-h/DSC07001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831177440822578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFlLHGBTI/AAAAAAAADWA/JEnMaDAjX6s/s320/DSC07001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFFbHGBKI/AAAAAAAADU4/YFSYl4tAZHc/s1600-h/DSC07002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830631979975842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFFbHGBKI/AAAAAAAADU4/YFSYl4tAZHc/s320/DSC07002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFFrHGBLI/AAAAAAAADVA/N1pRKqwSdb8/s1600-h/DSC07003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830636274943154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFFrHGBLI/AAAAAAAADVA/N1pRKqwSdb8/s320/DSC07003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFF7HGBMI/AAAAAAAADVI/8t6iddvkAZk/s1600-h/DSC07008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830640569910466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFF7HGBMI/AAAAAAAADVI/8t6iddvkAZk/s320/DSC07008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat and grill:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFGbHGBNI/AAAAAAAADVQ/8M9KC3enhNE/s1600-h/DSC07009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830649159845074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFGbHGBNI/AAAAAAAADVQ/8M9KC3enhNE/s320/DSC07009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFGrHGBOI/AAAAAAAADVY/r4xTlO5eJPs/s1600-h/DSC07011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830653454812386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RFGrHGBOI/AAAAAAAADVY/r4xTlO5eJPs/s320/DSC07011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, all three of us take F&amp;amp;N. So cool right:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from YuWen join, then Austin join. Then because Hao Xiong needed to collect the guitar from Austin, Austin told HX to come Liang Hui's house to collect. Then Austin told Andrew to bring the guitar and their mother told them to eat at Liang Hui's house. Then Dawn came too. Wendy felt weird, I think, and so she went home almost immediately after arriving. Jeremy and Austin walked me and YuWen to the Interchange. Okay, so they walked YuWen to the bus stop but because I wasn't wearing contacts and I wasn't sure so they had to accompany me all the way. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS GUYS&lt;/span&gt;! OH and PeiHan came too:DD Become Zone Steamboat liao, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-353181319959020317?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/353181319959020317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=353181319959020317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/353181319959020317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/353181319959020317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cell-steamboat.html' title='Cell Steamboat'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7RGXbHGBZI/AAAAAAAADWw/Gc00GYyulYI/s72-c/14022008056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-798705520841756152</id><published>2008-02-13T19:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:15.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lh7LHGBJI/AAAAAAAADUw/drd7DMEysdE/s1600-h/DSC06965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166440129258456210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lh7LHGBJI/AAAAAAAADUw/drd7DMEysdE/s320/DSC06965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare the size from the Kid's drink to the plan water to the sour plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lhi7HGBEI/AAAAAAAADUI/6qKUebHyt9Y/s1600-h/DSC06966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439712646628418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lhi7HGBEI/AAAAAAAADUI/6qKUebHyt9Y/s320/DSC06966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCTV-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhjLHGBFI/AAAAAAAADUQ/8omvtzNH6gA/s1600-h/DSC06967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439716941595730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhjLHGBFI/AAAAAAAADUQ/8omvtzNH6gA/s320/DSC06967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's mouth. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhjrHGBGI/AAAAAAAADUY/MIgtak3Z6kk/s1600-h/DSC06968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439725531530338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhjrHGBGI/AAAAAAAADUY/MIgtak3Z6kk/s320/DSC06968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhkbHGBHI/AAAAAAAADUg/Sy4FpDToV-s/s1600-h/DSC06969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439738416432242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhkbHGBHI/AAAAAAAADUg/Sy4FpDToV-s/s320/DSC06969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhkrHGBII/AAAAAAAADUo/k71FJtsC7Vk/s1600-h/DSC06970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166439742711399554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LhkrHGBII/AAAAAAAADUo/k71FJtsC7Vk/s320/DSC06970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgq7HGA_I/AAAAAAAADTg/qVa_PkeR2M8/s1600-h/DSC06972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438750573954034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgq7HGA_I/AAAAAAAADTg/qVa_PkeR2M8/s320/DSC06972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LgrbHGBAI/AAAAAAAADTo/ztEIDQUaoV4/s1600-h/DSC06973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438759163888642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LgrbHGBAI/AAAAAAAADTo/ztEIDQUaoV4/s320/DSC06973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgr7HGBBI/AAAAAAAADTw/0F1AuB-bgGs/s1600-h/DSC06974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438767753823250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgr7HGBBI/AAAAAAAADTw/0F1AuB-bgGs/s320/DSC06974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LgsrHGBCI/AAAAAAAADT4/cmiTic_w_tw/s1600-h/DSC06975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438780638725154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LgsrHGBCI/AAAAAAAADT4/cmiTic_w_tw/s320/DSC06975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgt7HGBDI/AAAAAAAADUA/b6VByJPdLKo/s1600-h/DSC06976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438802113561650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lgt7HGBDI/AAAAAAAADUA/b6VByJPdLKo/s320/DSC06976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf1bHGA6I/AAAAAAAADS4/YXhw-egX4fw/s1600-h/DSC06978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437831450952610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf1bHGA6I/AAAAAAAADS4/YXhw-egX4fw/s320/DSC06978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf17HGA7I/AAAAAAAADTA/PYoVsD-d4PY/s1600-h/DSC06981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437840040887218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf17HGA7I/AAAAAAAADTA/PYoVsD-d4PY/s320/DSC06981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf2bHGA8I/AAAAAAAADTI/gcZae2fgY7A/s1600-h/DSC06982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437848630821826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf2bHGA8I/AAAAAAAADTI/gcZae2fgY7A/s320/DSC06982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf2rHGA9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/N-gDoMfKRKc/s1600-h/DSC06985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437852925789138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf2rHGA9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/N-gDoMfKRKc/s320/DSC06985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina's dog:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf3LHGA-I/AAAAAAAADTY/wCioSQlucr0/s1600-h/DSC06986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166437861515723746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lf3LHGA-I/AAAAAAAADTY/wCioSQlucr0/s320/DSC06986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her super small electric guitar. Surprisingly, it's playable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LehrHGA1I/AAAAAAAADSQ/rHO-YvDqRJc/s1600-h/DSC06988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436392636908370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LehrHGA1I/AAAAAAAADSQ/rHO-YvDqRJc/s320/DSC06988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored in POA so I doodled on Feydric's file:DD&lt;br /&gt;I did another doodle before that in Physics. Will post the picture up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LeirHGA2I/AAAAAAAADSY/bogX1ANtBuE/s1600-h/DSC06989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436409816777570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LeirHGA2I/AAAAAAAADSY/bogX1ANtBuE/s320/DSC06989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New school name: Hangi Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are alright now, or so I hope. Wilbert got suspended for his hair, Mr Nahar like nothing better to do cause his hair looks perfectly fine! After he gets it cut then he's coming back tomorrow. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN POH AND POHUAT!&lt;/span&gt; May God bless the both of you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celebrated PoHuat's birthday after my ArtClub and after they did the cookies. Made a mess out of the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lei7HGA3I/AAAAAAAADSg/PXID2nvqsgg/s1600-h/DSC06990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436414111744882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lei7HGA3I/AAAAAAAADSg/PXID2nvqsgg/s320/DSC06990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LejbHGA4I/AAAAAAAADSo/eZ1lhVts1H8/s1600-h/DSC06991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436422701679490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LejbHGA4I/AAAAAAAADSo/eZ1lhVts1H8/s320/DSC06991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LejrHGA5I/AAAAAAAADSw/ENQwKZZCXVE/s1600-h/DSC06992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436426996646802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7LejrHGA5I/AAAAAAAADSw/ENQwKZZCXVE/s320/DSC06992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-798705520841756152?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/798705520841756152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=798705520841756152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/798705520841756152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/798705520841756152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-saturday-pictures-compare-size.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R7Lh7LHGBJI/AAAAAAAADUw/drd7DMEysdE/s72-c/DSC06965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-3957616382557768051</id><published>2008-02-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:35:12.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Cookie Baking</title><content type='html'>Nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;After workshop, which was some life skill thing, it was really nice. The mentors too. One of them who took the first 1 and a 1/2 hour was called Zul. He was hilarious, he did an impression of his sister which was really bimbotic, made our entire class laugh. The next one who took the other 1 and a 1/2 hour was called Tay. So I only remembered his surname. He travelled around the world and all. After this workshop, it really made me want to study hard and travel around the world [ like the both of them] and get a degree from Marketing [ like Zul] and maybe a Master. It'll be tough but I believe I can make it. Oh and you know that Albert Einstien only used 3% of his brain and that makes us, normal humans, seem really stupid because we don't even use more than 1% of our brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the entire thing, I went to SuTieng's house, finally I know my way there:DD It was by &lt;s&gt;pure luck&lt;/s&gt;, okay not luck, blessing that I remembered. Heh, baked cookies. Personally, I felt like they did it all wrong. Cause they were using this powder that was like, - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all you've got to do it add oil, an egg and two tablespoons of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Which was all wrong to me, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&amp;amp;N&lt;/span&gt; student. And true to what I thought, the supposedly "dough" became this black black thing which was frivilously sticky. The one I made in F&amp;amp;N with Cocoa powder wasn't even this sticky. Note that all I added was the entire packet of powder and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO TABLESPOONS OF WATER&lt;/span&gt; and it became so sticky. I believe it's a powder for Brownies. It smelt like brownies, the color of brownie color, after baking the inside was sticky and meltish like a brownie, and when I was mixing the "dough", I stopped and looked and it had little air compartments, unlike what I observed when I made proper dough to make cookies. True enough, after baking, and we baked it in this thing which I believe is for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIE&lt;/span&gt;, it turned out brownie-ish. And something happened that made me felt really annoyed, but it was alright cos Joana, Yok Fong and Amelia soon cheered me up:DD Oh and the cookies are for the sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG HUGS TO AGLIN, MARCUS, WEI XUAN AND ALL THOSE WHO ARE FEELING DOWN AND OUT! JESUS LOVES YOU ALL AND HE WILL BE THERE WHEN YOU CALL &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3957616382557768051?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3957616382557768051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3957616382557768051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3957616382557768051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3957616382557768051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cookie-baking.html' title='Cookie Baking'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5039809476867017991</id><published>2008-02-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:34:24.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Jun Yan came church</title><content type='html'>Jun Yang came church today. But no one from Gen1.2 entertained him, and cause I've got a little tiny problem which few people know, or remember that is, so it was kinda hard to make him laugh and all. Got help from Vincent, yes, again, and Pohuat. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG THANKS TO GEN 1.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:DD. I asked Jun Yang how old he thought PoHuat was and at first he said, " Graduate le?" And I laughed and laughed and laughed. Then he said, " Sec 5?" And I laughed harder, and between breaths pointed at PoHuat and said, "HAHA! NA, NA!" NA= &lt;em&gt;Normal Acad&lt;/em&gt;. I don't look down on NA, it's just because PoHuat is actually &lt;em&gt;Express&lt;/em&gt;. Finally I told Jun Yang he same age as me and Jun Yang who is only sec1 is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAY WAY WAY&lt;/span&gt; taller than PoHuat. He is the same height as Joey. Jeremy's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Jun Yang how old he thought Rachel Yang was. He said a very tounge-in-cheek guess, "30+ ?" I laughed extremely loud because it was so far from her actual age! PoHuat some more dared asked him, "Exactly 30 or what?" Jun Yang replied, " 35? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Married le ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...i think.." By then me, Shu Ting and PoHuat were laughing our butts off. Rachel had this unbelievable look on her face, "I where got so old! I'm not married! See no ring!" Then Jun Yang looked very sheepish and say, "I thought you say you got husband..." I laughed harder than ever already. " I where got say! PoHuat is my wittness! PoHuat, I where got say ah! See no ring!" Super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, just now went Alina house before going to Jasmin's house to bai nian with the rest. Chatted with Alina about a few stuff and yeah. It's kinda nice to talk to her and all. Heh, I can't wait to get specs cos my contact lens are giving me so much problems. Sadly I'm not free to drop by some optician's shop because I'm busy this entire week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5039809476867017991?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5039809476867017991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5039809476867017991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5039809476867017991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5039809476867017991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/jun-yan-came-church.html' title='Jun Yan came church'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6355374187055808039</id><published>2008-02-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:34:42.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think guys who play instruments like the guitar(electric, accustic or classical), bass or drums are sexier than guys who play sports or workout. Unless of course, the sport is something cool like surfing, basketball also can. So long not soccer. Soccer like so common already. And so is badminton and swimming.&lt;/em&gt; Just a random thought by the way:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah Long Pte Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is SUPER NICE AND FUNNY. Those who never watch SHOULD &lt;u&gt;GO BOOK THE TICKETS NOW!&lt;/u&gt; I shall not give the funny parts away but I laughed until stomach cramp okay! My fever is gone and now is just me catching my nose and scratching my throat. For those adolescents who don't understand, it means my nose is running and my throat is itchy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really really study harder. In fact, maybe in one of the days of the week, lets say Tuesdays, I'll spend that afternoon off everything and just study with maybe Aglin. What am I talking about, of course ONLY Aglin:D heh, she's the only person I can study with. Well concenrate at least. With others around I doubt I'll be able to do it. Maybe with Charlotte too. I don't think Lyn will come, she's playful at the wrong times. But at least when she plays her grades are still good. Unlike me)): Ugh, I talked to my cousin that I don't mind going ITE, but she said like real loudly, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T GO ITE! I rather you retake Os than go ITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" And so, if I really have to I'll retake. Or I'll most likely go to Poly. Well, NanYang Poly seems nice:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6355374187055808039?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6355374187055808039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6355374187055808039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6355374187055808039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6355374187055808039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-672699659574901649</id><published>2008-02-08T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:50:03.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Argh, my illness got worse. Each time i lie down to sleep, my nose starts running. I wake up at night coughing like some shit. And now even when the fan is turned off, it's still freak cold. My eyes feel like they're on fire, my nose feels hot and moist. My throat is itchy and i sneeze every few minutes. My nose even turned red on the account of all the blowing. My entire dustbin is filled with slobberly tissues. God, help me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, anyway, a thought popped up last night. I wonder if there are people,teenagers, who pierce themselves each time they get hurt. I'm talking about ear piercings, mouth piercings etc. Like when you say, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ee, not pain meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; They reply you, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Maybe in the MRT or buses, when you look at the person whose entire face, ears and body is filled with piercings, will you wonder if they did it out of the number of times they get hurt. By teachers, by relationships, by parents. Do these people do it for the thrill, for the remberance, for the fun? I don't know. But I just wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm still sneezing like shit. My ears feel like their on fire. Like after I pierced my 3rd hole. Should I go take a cold shower? Or a hot one? Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-672699659574901649?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/672699659574901649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=672699659574901649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/672699659574901649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/672699659574901649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4210308187591160742</id><published>2008-02-07T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:22.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Today's pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLOOUpN_I/AAAAAAAADRw/PNYynDAvFYM/s1600-h/DSC06958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233736701163506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLOOUpN_I/AAAAAAAADRw/PNYynDAvFYM/s320/DSC06958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goobi supports Liverpool:DD Goobi is Gavin's dog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLOeUpOAI/AAAAAAAADR4/ojCpEjktHO0/s1600-h/DSC06959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233740996130818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLOeUpOAI/AAAAAAAADR4/ojCpEjktHO0/s320/DSC06959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLRuUpOBI/AAAAAAAADSA/PYLHcAH0Aqk/s1600-h/DSC06960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233796830705682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLRuUpOBI/AAAAAAAADSA/PYLHcAH0Aqk/s320/DSC06960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Andy's specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLSOUpOCI/AAAAAAAADSI/uIpebR_GX6M/s1600-h/DSC06961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233805420640290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLSOUpOCI/AAAAAAAADSI/uIpebR_GX6M/s320/DSC06961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I changed to pants. I never really liked skirts cause I dont really like to cross my legs unless I'm feeling cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sET-UpN7I/AAAAAAAADRQ/RyFEp5MGvgw/s1600-h/DSC06843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164226138904016818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sET-UpN7I/AAAAAAAADRQ/RyFEp5MGvgw/s320/DSC06843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feydric laughing at QiXian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sEUuUpN8I/AAAAAAAADRY/aH1c5Zt3twY/s1600-h/DSC06844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164226151788918722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sEUuUpN8I/AAAAAAAADRY/aH1c5Zt3twY/s320/DSC06844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noob la, Dric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sEVuUpN9I/AAAAAAAADRg/nPHvvEErg5c/s1600-h/DSC06846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164226168968787922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sEVuUpN9I/AAAAAAAADRg/nPHvvEErg5c/s320/DSC06846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renny:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD0-UpN2I/AAAAAAAADQo/x0NbSJjIINQ/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225606328072034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD0-UpN2I/AAAAAAAADQo/x0NbSJjIINQ/s320/DSC06847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin and Me. I forgot where we were going. I think we were heading to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD1OUpN3I/AAAAAAAADQw/jT-RwMBYiXw/s1600-h/DSC06864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225610623039346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD1OUpN3I/AAAAAAAADQw/jT-RwMBYiXw/s320/DSC06864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie's dog; Pearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD1-UpN4I/AAAAAAAADQ4/DJayAe60UL8/s1600-h/DSC06866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225623507941250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD1-UpN4I/AAAAAAAADQ4/DJayAe60UL8/s320/DSC06866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn trying to steal the camera)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD2eUpN5I/AAAAAAAADRA/LRvad9gDDJk/s1600-h/DSC06867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225632097875858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD2eUpN5I/AAAAAAAADRA/LRvad9gDDJk/s320/DSC06867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD3-UpN6I/AAAAAAAADRI/TB1scC17kwo/s1600-h/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225657867679650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sD3-UpN6I/AAAAAAAADRI/TB1scC17kwo/s320/DSC06868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDL-UpNxI/AAAAAAAADQA/3d7A-qto7Og/s1600-h/DSC06869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224901953435410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDL-UpNxI/AAAAAAAADQA/3d7A-qto7Og/s320/DSC06869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDMuUpNyI/AAAAAAAADQI/t4X5gb7FLnk/s1600-h/DSC06870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224914838337314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDMuUpNyI/AAAAAAAADQI/t4X5gb7FLnk/s320/DSC06870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDOOUpNzI/AAAAAAAADQQ/u12ZkWP26yA/s1600-h/DSC06873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224940608141106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDOOUpNzI/AAAAAAAADQQ/u12ZkWP26yA/s320/DSC06873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin, Lyn Charlotte and me:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wed]&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the lame shots. Let's get down with the real stuff of yesterday:DD Joana pei me go Bugis to do some last minute New Year Clothes shopping. Yes, I know &lt;em&gt;I said I will never buy Little Miss or Mr shirts&lt;/em&gt;, but at the end&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I did&lt;/span&gt;. Or else I'll only have one shirt to wear. And yes, &lt;em&gt;I said I'd never wear skinnys&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bought&lt;/span&gt; it because Joana told me that SuTieng, Amelia, Yok and her going to all wear skinnys to church this Sunday. And so I bought mine. I needed pants anyway. I bought a Mr Happy shirt, and bought Joana a Little Miss shirt [to thank her for accompanying me:DD] and a pair of white skinnys. In the MRT on the way to Bugis that time, there was this one guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing this purple and black striped shirt. I didn't really notice the pants then, all I knew it was skinnys. He was with his two younger sisters I think. Anyway. Me and Jo walked pass him. You know MRTs have the glass panel by the door, and the then there was this two seater thing beside it? Yeah, me and Joana sat on the floor(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes in school uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and then this guy, sat beside this old man cos it was this two seater thing. His hair at the back was short, but his fringe was like, &lt;em&gt;super long&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt;. Now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;which male teenage, in the right mind would decide to sit beside an old man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I wonder. Anyway, I was sitting opposite Jo, who was leaning against the glass panel, which means I got a clear look of the guy. While we both were chatting, I noticed he kept looking at me, and kept making his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; fringe. I was like...okay...and when we were talking about lip piercing, this guy played with his and then when we were talking about sec1s and 2s, he purposely talked to his sister who was squatting infront of him listening to her handphone with earpiece. Then as we were about to leave the MRT, the guy took out his handphone ear piece and his stupid Jay Chou songs filled the cabin and I was sure he did that to catch my attention. Then I saw he was wearing half purple and hald black skinnys. So gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Ah Ma house( dad's side) for a reunion dinner:DD Too bad Esther wasn't there or I would most likely cam whored with her too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDPOUpN0I/AAAAAAAADQY/-pXEkH82L04/s1600-h/DSC06875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224957788010306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDPOUpN0I/AAAAAAAADQY/-pXEkH82L04/s320/DSC06875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural wonders of Sunlight. Amazing what God can do with nature right? That's Milo by the way:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDQOUpN1I/AAAAAAAADQg/fvasn7FYebo/s1600-h/DSC06881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224974967879506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sDQOUpN1I/AAAAAAAADQg/fvasn7FYebo/s320/DSC06881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on Andy's specs and it fitted. &lt;em&gt;Feydric says I look like Kareena&lt;/em&gt;. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCGeUpNsI/AAAAAAAADPY/YrMlHd-vWQg/s1600-h/DSC06888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164223707952527042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCGeUpNsI/AAAAAAAADPY/YrMlHd-vWQg/s320/DSC06888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCG-UpNtI/AAAAAAAADPg/ninTlbX1D_c/s1600-h/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164223716542461650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCG-UpNtI/AAAAAAAADPg/ninTlbX1D_c/s320/DSC06889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the specs. I know it looks gay. I meant to look like that:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCHeUpNuI/AAAAAAAADPo/ZN73CGH5X2Y/s1600-h/DSC06890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164223725132396258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCHeUpNuI/AAAAAAAADPo/ZN73CGH5X2Y/s320/DSC06890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmin playing with the canned stuff she found in the plastic bags by the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCIOUpNvI/AAAAAAAADPw/jcVeFR9KMqQ/s1600-h/DSC06894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164223738017298162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCIOUpNvI/AAAAAAAADPw/jcVeFR9KMqQ/s320/DSC06894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCIuUpNwI/AAAAAAAADP4/bYgoZ31Ek0k/s1600-h/DSC06895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164223746607232770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sCIuUpNwI/AAAAAAAADP4/bYgoZ31Ek0k/s320/DSC06895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only pri6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBHOUpNnI/AAAAAAAADOw/4pAH3yfBxYo/s1600-h/DSC06896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222621325801074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBHOUpNnI/AAAAAAAADOw/4pAH3yfBxYo/s320/DSC06896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBHeUpNoI/AAAAAAAADO4/Jm7xU26VSy0/s1600-h/DSC06903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222625620768386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBHeUpNoI/AAAAAAAADO4/Jm7xU26VSy0/s320/DSC06903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBI-UpNpI/AAAAAAAADPA/nbm5OmLu5Z0/s1600-h/DSC06909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222651390572178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBI-UpNpI/AAAAAAAADPA/nbm5OmLu5Z0/s320/DSC06909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean, her older bro. He's sec4 this year:DD Kind of once in a while to be able to get his photo. He is super camera shy:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBJeUpNqI/AAAAAAAADPI/ARkmOXUOzh0/s1600-h/DSC06917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222659980506786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBJeUpNqI/AAAAAAAADPI/ARkmOXUOzh0/s320/DSC06917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro. Cute or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBJuUpNrI/AAAAAAAADPQ/uP0JUsJiEok/s1600-h/DSC06919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222664275474098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sBJuUpNrI/AAAAAAAADPQ/uP0JUsJiEok/s320/DSC06919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Dean looking very very unglam:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAk-UpNiI/AAAAAAAADOI/dKOuO8AJ_2Y/s1600-h/DSC06929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222032915281442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAk-UpNiI/AAAAAAAADOI/dKOuO8AJ_2Y/s320/DSC06929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAluUpNkI/AAAAAAAADOY/I8C2VPP-NyQ/s1600-h/DSC06931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222045800183362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAluUpNkI/AAAAAAAADOY/I8C2VPP-NyQ/s320/DSC06931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FBT shorts rocks:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAmOUpNlI/AAAAAAAADOg/UTwJHS5iKA0/s1600-h/DSC06933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222054390117970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAmOUpNlI/AAAAAAAADOg/UTwJHS5iKA0/s320/DSC06933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAmuUpNmI/AAAAAAAADOo/fLSwT6cTcpk/s1600-h/DSC06934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222062980052578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sAmuUpNmI/AAAAAAAADOo/fLSwT6cTcpk/s320/DSC06934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom really makes me mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2f-UpNdI/AAAAAAAADNg/HeIfNMx3K9E/s1600-h/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164070214411302354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2f-UpNdI/AAAAAAAADNg/HeIfNMx3K9E/s320/DSC06935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sharmin did this a looonggg time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2gOUpNeI/AAAAAAAADNo/vWK8-_KC88c/s1600-h/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164070218706269666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2gOUpNeI/AAAAAAAADNo/vWK8-_KC88c/s320/DSC06936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2guUpNfI/AAAAAAAADNw/2pgxwuQMXXM/s1600-h/DSC06937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164070227296204274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2guUpNfI/AAAAAAAADNw/2pgxwuQMXXM/s320/DSC06937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2g-UpNgI/AAAAAAAADN4/gUeuUDEpMWE/s1600-h/DSC06939.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2hOUpNhI/AAAAAAAADOA/09JmQLRX4_g/s1600-h/DSC06953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164070235886138898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p2hOUpNhI/AAAAAAAADOA/09JmQLRX4_g/s320/DSC06953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p13-UpNYI/AAAAAAAADM4/EZCbEkAcVvg/s1600-h/DSC06954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164069527216534914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p13-UpNYI/AAAAAAAADM4/EZCbEkAcVvg/s320/DSC06954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14eUpNZI/AAAAAAAADNA/VoiowrCR3Wo/s1600-h/DSC06957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164069535806469522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14eUpNZI/AAAAAAAADNA/VoiowrCR3Wo/s320/DSC06957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Clemens, Sharmin and Dean was playing this game, quite fun. Then later, Dean didn't want to let us have a go. And being reaaally mean, and cause when you first start playing the game, the entire box is black, and Dean drew this circle, which was the fan, and I was like, " Wow, Dean, your brain is so black and empty." And then Clemens and Sharmin kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14uUpNaI/AAAAAAAADNI/K_Yy5J44a30/s1600-h/Picture041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164069540101436834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14uUpNaI/AAAAAAAADNI/K_Yy5J44a30/s320/Picture041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14-UpNbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/8kvGmBux-Yc/s1600-h/Picture030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164069544396404146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14-UpNbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/8kvGmBux-Yc/s320/Picture030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin kor kor:D Yeap, he's my cousin. I have alot of cousins on the account of a lot of aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14-UpNcI/AAAAAAAADNY/8ZmYkFjbbw4/s1600-h/Picture024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164069544396404162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6p14-UpNcI/AAAAAAAADNY/8ZmYkFjbbw4/s320/Picture024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Sharmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have alot of photos but they're all in Elieen's camera. I'll get them as soon as I can. I'm super sick by the way, flu, sore throat, cough and fever. I collected about 125bucks today[as in today not wed], but if I add the 50bucks that I didn't spend for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; clothes, it'll be 175:DD I don't mind wearing black specs, give comment on what I look with them on. Feydric says it looks abit serious, that's what my cousin[this time mother's side], Shu Kai, said too. Oh and She went to TP. Like super far for her cause she lives in Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Charlotte, Wei Xuan and Feydric for entertaining me throughout the day via SMS. Especially Feydric cos we SMSed like from afternoon till I return home la. He was telling me about his BBQ and like at one point I insisted he was drunk and he said not yet. Then finally after awhile he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I'm drunk&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Turns out WeiXuan's grandmother ALSO lives in Chinatown. The reason we didn't meet; he went there on Sundays whereas I go ChinaTown on Saturdays. I'm at Jurong on Sundays and he LIVES at Jurong. But because he goes to Chinatown that's why we didn't meet. So retarded lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4210308187591160742?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4210308187591160742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4210308187591160742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4210308187591160742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4210308187591160742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6sLOOUpN_I/AAAAAAAADRw/PNYynDAvFYM/s72-c/DSC06958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-8485778322748211044</id><published>2008-02-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:28:47.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Although I'm freak tired because I've been doing last minute New Year shopping(which ended up with me only have a pair of shorts and a green tee which I'm supposed to wear for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , pathetic, I know), I'm going to be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; nice&lt;/span&gt; and blog about today even though my bed is calling out my name(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbert headed off to China already so no one bullied Syafiq or QiXian or Stgt Dollah ,aka Faaiz, today. I brought my guitar again and Zuhir really can play it well. As in seriously. Then he played those guitar solo which was super hard and everything and because he was sitting on the class floor, Mrs Te didn't come again and Miss Belle didn't mind, Thiam Seng took out his wallet and started throwing coins at Zuhir's feet. Super hilarious! Everyone was laughing including Zuhir himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just before Mr Chan came into class for Chem, most of us was walking outside. Finally someone walked by us and said, "Nahar coming." And eveyone dashed into the safety of the class. As he passed our class, Renny said loudly, " Wah, today Nahar handsome sia." And Gao Khui who was facing the door, drinking water, spat all of it out, hitting Jasmin, Stella, Zi Xuan and Amir. Ridiculous cause as Amir pushed Gao Khui to the floor, Mr Nahar came in and said,"Who say one ah?" And Gao Khui was like, " Not me, Cher! Is Renny!" And Renny laughed. Mr Nahar was like, "Thanks." Then he walked away. So retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul was like, chasing after Charlotte every where, trying to annoy her by saying, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARRY ME&lt;/span&gt;." or "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEAD ME&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACCEPT ME&lt;/span&gt;" and all that jazz. Charlotte was pratically running around the school trying to throw him off the trail. Of course, Rahul was only kidding around with her:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to film at Sun Plaza or whatever that place is called. When we were about to film, the battery went dead so me, Amelia and PoHuat headed to Valerie's house while she charged the battery. Austin and Andrew was at home, and at the bus interchange, Amelia was like, "Valerie, you smell like Austin." I gave her the weird look and went," &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ew, you actually bother to &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt; Austin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" She gave me the shocked face and keep saying, "Noooo." It was retarded cause I told her the first thing she'd do when we reach Val's house was to smell Austin's bedroom. Haha, but at the end she didn't. She went to the bathroom and when she come out she told me, " I know why they all smell like each other." And in unision we both said the same thing; &lt;em&gt;bathroom&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! Pearly was super cute! I think Milo and her look like each other on the account they're both poodles. Okay, so Milo is a poodle mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't intend to post such a long post in the first place:DD See, I'm so good! Haha. Oh and Val's house is one of the biggest HDB flats I've ever been to. Charlotte's is the second biggest. Ah, tomorrow school half day and maybe if shops are still open, I'll go shopping, my last hope of actually wearing &lt;strong&gt;NEW CLOTHES&lt;/strong&gt; on CHINESE NEW YEAR.  The rest of the money I shall save it up to buy next time when I actually have the mood or when I see something I'll really like and wear. Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8485778322748211044?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8485778322748211044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8485778322748211044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8485778322748211044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8485778322748211044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3566214446348487104</id><published>2008-02-04T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:05:17.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'>Bluetooth Problem</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with my bluetooth so I can't connect to my laptop so I can't upload any photos)): Today 3 teachers didn't come:DD Mrs Te(yes, hooray!), Mdm Siti and Mrs Wong so something forgot my Lit cher name even though she's one of my favourite teachers:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In F&amp;amp;N, Ms Heilya teaching us about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hydrophollic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(hydro means water, phollic means like) and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hydrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(hydro meaning water, again, and phobic meaning phobia or afraid of). Then Thiam Seng ask," Cher, got Heilyaphobic annot?" So funny la! And because Ms Heilya had a bad throat so she brought sweets and then when she wasn't looking, Thiam Seng, Joshua, Wilbert and the others go take and pass around. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit because Mrs Sandra Tan relief so it was alright. Then in the room, Feydric and Joshua go bully Syafiq until he was like super angry and I thought he was going to cry. Then Alife started to taunt QiXian and the rest kept watching. At first QiXian got angry because Alife used to broom to annoy him. Sent most of us who were at the back of the class in fits of laughter. Then after awhile things didn't really felt funny to me anymore. I admit I laugh alot but somehow it seemed really crude. AND NO, I DON'T BELIEVE QIXIAN LIKES ME. Then later QiXian started laughing along, I guess he didn't quite get it, we're laughing at him, not &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin pei me go Tampines to collect my jeans cause she needed to get something for her sister too anyway. YongWei tagged along. The Ah Fats supposed to come but they didn't. I heard that time when they all went Bugis, HongYing spent &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$52.90&lt;/span&gt; on a pair of skinnys and 2 tees for Sabrina even though she rejected him already AND he wore white skinnys. How &lt;em&gt;ew&lt;/em&gt; can it get? Then today Aglin they all made Ru Jia tell Patricia that he liked her and she was so shocked that she cried. She said she rather remain friends with him though. Haha, so much things happen and love is in the air. I'm still playing Cupid this year, remaining single and happy:DD Aglin seems to have some hope though, which one sounds nicer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aglin and Davior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aglin and Nigel Loke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Aglin and Jie Ming&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Aglin and Jie Ming sounds nice but the other two aren't half that bad:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: JieMing ask me to take it down, but I've decided to strike it off. Aglin is still going to kill me though: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3566214446348487104?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3566214446348487104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3566214446348487104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3566214446348487104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3566214446348487104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/bluetooth-problem.html' title='Bluetooth Problem'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5008442479829237141</id><published>2008-02-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:25.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Walk.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Feel Real</title><content type='html'>Heh, today had Greeters Duty. Quite fun, me and Timothy did the mid-way spiral stairs there. When I raise my hand say,' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' The people look at me then it finally dawned on them what I meant cause usually we shake hands, haha! After that we did Offering. Then when I passing the pail to Amos he didn't hold properly then I thought he hold le, then let go, and plonk very loud! But on the overall it was good:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLW-UpNUI/AAAAAAAADMY/M1FmQp1hnig/s1600-h/DSC06818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162756143397287234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLW-UpNUI/AAAAAAAADMY/M1FmQp1hnig/s320/DSC06818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention Austin, Joel and Liang Hui &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAVED THEIR HEADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! It was retarded! Liang Hui looked like some skin head, Joel was a Mohawk and Austin didn't look very bad cause he only shaved abit of the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service had Prayer Meeting, I didn't know what I was spewing out half the time and I guess the others didn't know what I was trying to say either :/ Supposed to collect my jeans today but I decided to wait until tomorrow. Then Mum and Bro went Vivo, supposed to follow but I was lazy to meet them there by myself, so went Jamming with Alina, Valerie, Rachel and Elizabeth. Austin, Joel, Liang Hui and Aloysious joined in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLXeUpNVI/AAAAAAAADMg/bPh2VrXXdEo/s1600-h/DSC06819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162756151987221842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLXeUpNVI/AAAAAAAADMg/bPh2VrXXdEo/s320/DSC06819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and me:DD I was wearing my new cargo pants that makes me look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. And no doubt I feel fat): Is it good that I lost my appetite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLX-UpNWI/AAAAAAAADMo/lY0IRSwlI4Y/s1600-h/DSC06821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162756160577156450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLX-UpNWI/AAAAAAAADMo/lY0IRSwlI4Y/s320/DSC06821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Joana. I just notice I know alot of Rachels(: Now I know I'm never going to call my daughter(if ever), Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLYeUpNXI/AAAAAAAADMw/is_MMEH4vU4/s1600-h/DSC06822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162756169167091058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLYeUpNXI/AAAAAAAADMw/is_MMEH4vU4/s320/DSC06822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick! Don't act la:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKZuUpNPI/AAAAAAAADLw/DLKvkoQeYo0/s1600-h/DSC06824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755091130299634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKZuUpNPI/AAAAAAAADLw/DLKvkoQeYo0/s320/DSC06824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel with the guitar *ahem*so fake*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKZ-UpNQI/AAAAAAAADL4/BC_q3YXKdtA/s1600-h/DSC06826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755095425266946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKZ-UpNQI/AAAAAAAADL4/BC_q3YXKdtA/s320/DSC06826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKauUpNRI/AAAAAAAADMA/Drzkbnyw2jE/s1600-h/DSC06827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755108310168850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKauUpNRI/AAAAAAAADMA/Drzkbnyw2jE/s320/DSC06827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKbOUpNSI/AAAAAAAADMI/um_3Wv3jjwU/s1600-h/DSC06828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755116900103458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKbOUpNSI/AAAAAAAADMI/um_3Wv3jjwU/s320/DSC06828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKbuUpNTI/AAAAAAAADMQ/hxZEYCnHjDw/s1600-h/DSC06829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755125490038066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XKbuUpNTI/AAAAAAAADMQ/hxZEYCnHjDw/s320/DSC06829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Pastor Yang asked Joel to shave everything. He &lt;em&gt;talked &lt;/em&gt;to Joel about the hair thing. Super funny when Rachel told us. So Joel being the good boy he is, went to shave his hair then joined us for Jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJu-UpNKI/AAAAAAAADLI/7qOcMaS33mo/s1600-h/DSC06833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162754356690891938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJu-UpNKI/AAAAAAAADLI/7qOcMaS33mo/s320/DSC06833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJveUpNLI/AAAAAAAADLQ/16Rytqxj7TQ/s1600-h/DSC06836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162754365280826546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJveUpNLI/AAAAAAAADLQ/16Rytqxj7TQ/s320/DSC06836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, yep, new shirt:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJvuUpNMI/AAAAAAAADLY/TWEanz5_1Ww/s1600-h/DSC06839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162754369575793858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJvuUpNMI/AAAAAAAADLY/TWEanz5_1Ww/s320/DSC06839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJv-UpNNI/AAAAAAAADLg/W4QbVqv2UYY/s1600-h/DSC06840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162754373870761170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJv-UpNNI/AAAAAAAADLg/W4QbVqv2UYY/s320/DSC06840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJwOUpNOI/AAAAAAAADLo/WJwGi13xnDg/s1600-h/DSC06841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162754378165728482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XJwOUpNOI/AAAAAAAADLo/WJwGi13xnDg/s320/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and Alina sang Savior King well. Saw Marc and his cell at Jamming also. This was the Katong one not at Simei, in case you were wondering or confused, again. Then I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Marc, very funny leh you, tell me to tell you bro to study hard when you both live together and you can tell him yourself."&lt;br /&gt;Then that Marc just smile and laugh. So idiotic! HAHA! I seriously got to manage my time well. I decided that I'm going to wake up at 5am to do quiet time everyday, even if that means I have to sleep in class or sleep earlier! I wanna be in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRAYING CRUSADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Ugh, should I tell someone how I feel or let it be? Cause I don't know if I'm plain jealous or plain stupid. I don't know if I'm in or out of love. Because to sum it up, I have never been in love.Wow to me for trying to counsell people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5008442479829237141?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5008442479829237141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5008442479829237141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5008442479829237141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5008442479829237141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-real.html' title='Feel Real'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6XLW-UpNUI/AAAAAAAADMY/M1FmQp1hnig/s72-c/DSC06818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-8635969157154887112</id><published>2008-02-03T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:58:34.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Cross Country and I was on duty with Eric and Jerome. Not alot of people were injured, I think Sports Day got more. After the whole thing, I was abit sian cause everyone was going different places and I don't know where to go! But decided to go with Charlotte and Sherrill to East Point then meet Su Tieng and Joana. I changed at East Point then go Changi Airport Popeye eat with Tieng and Jo. On the MRT back to Tanah Merah, Jo was like, "NOOO, DON'T LEAVE, PEI ME LEH." And Tieng say "This is not the MRT going to Bedok next leh. " And Jo literally jumped off her seat and started laughing and laughing as we walk out of the MRT's doors. The guy sitting opposite us then suddenly say," You want go back Changi also can." I laugh cause I don't know if he talking to his friends or Jo. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for cellgroup. PeiHan shared today and it's like yeah, we should go to the cross everytime lorh. I cried cause PeiHan like, I don't know how, but I'm guessing it's the Holy Spirit unless I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stamped in red across my forehead, he knew I was freaking disappointed. I cried before cell started, the latter was talking about me crying during cell, I cried before cell started because I don't want to ruin people's mood. And I felt better after that by the way:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Cell to 201 mac and ate abit. Some TPJC students were there too and Jinn Song was playing the guitar and I ask him lend me, so I strum &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here I am To Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and suddenly one of the girls started singing. TURNS OUT THEY WERE CHRISTIANS:DDD Haha, so funny. Then I stop and pass it back to Jinn Song to strum. LOL. Paiseh cause I'm not very good at strumming yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my mother for dinner and bought slim fit jeans from IP Zone. Had it altered to my length:D collecting it today after 6pm. Fetched my bro from Bishan there, my cousin Jullian brought him, Esther, Sharmin, Andy, and Esther's boy whose name I seriously forgotten. Is it Edwin, Edward or something? I think it starts with an 'E'. Oh, it's Ernest. Sounds like that word which means something like honest or something. HAHA. They went Prawn Fishing. I want to go there sometime:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy says I'm qian da. I wonder why :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIAN DA WEI MIN! Made me miss 1st service for two weeks le! And he's still sleeping and not picking up my calls to go for 3rd service! Argh)): But I shall not be discouraged! I'll keep inviting till everytime he sees me the first word he says is," No" or " Yes" or somthing:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8635969157154887112?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8635969157154887112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8635969157154887112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8635969157154887112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8635969157154887112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4675919596963213145</id><published>2008-02-01T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:25.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'>Crosscountry cancelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MJ_uUpNHI/AAAAAAAADKw/TioFyQjFcVA/s1600-h/DSC06809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161980588267746418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MJ_uUpNHI/AAAAAAAADKw/TioFyQjFcVA/s320/DSC06809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water pipe bursted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MKAOUpNII/AAAAAAAADK4/0QgB42gMK4U/s1600-h/DSC06810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161980596857681026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MKAOUpNII/AAAAAAAADK4/0QgB42gMK4U/s320/DSC06810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rainning so heavily that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UG CrossCountry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was cancelled)): Jerome was so bored, he drew this on the St John board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MKAuUpNJI/AAAAAAAADLA/YKM2Y7VIgj4/s1600-h/DSC06811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161980605447615634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MKAuUpNJI/AAAAAAAADLA/YKM2Y7VIgj4/s320/DSC06811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sec2s requested for trainning and we were like, uh okay. But turns out we only can have training if there is a teacher around, so we had to end it. Tomorrow have duty and I'm going to do with the sec3 guys. It won't be fun. Eric is dead boring and Jerome is the next Eric. Okay, that sounds mean)): Well, they're just not the type of guys I get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room door has changed into a wooden brown one WITH a proper doorknob and not a silly, soft green flower one:DD But I'm still not used to it, heh. Ugh, I just remembered I haven't season my burette yet. Is that how you spell it? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i STILL haven't have the time to buy my new year clothes yet. So retarded! I really want to shop but yet I don't want to. I also haven't get my revenge on Brandon yet, I decieded to let it pass:DD I'm such a nice girl. Haha, okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Aglin is coming for cell tomorrow! PRAISE THE LORD! Even if she don't come, at least I know she's interested to come:DDD YEAH? Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4675919596963213145?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4675919596963213145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4675919596963213145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4675919596963213145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4675919596963213145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/02/crosscountry-cancelled.html' title='Crosscountry cancelled'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6MJ_uUpNHI/AAAAAAAADKw/TioFyQjFcVA/s72-c/DSC06809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-6288899608428942978</id><published>2008-01-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:25:37.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Poor Milo</title><content type='html'>Poor Milo!&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid of loud noises)): She's hiding in the toilet. Yes, the smelly stinky place where we bathe. Not the one with the toilet bowl, haha. Okay, so it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; smelly or stinky. The wind is super strong tonight, and cause I didn't put a door stopper, my door slammed during dinner. Yes, I finally opened my windows:DDD And Milo got afraid. At first she hid behind the shoe rack. Then later, when I walk to the kitchen, she followed. When I walked out, she stayed there. I thought she was waiting for my mother. Then later, my mother was brushing her teeth, I was waiting, then she tell me she was looking for Milo then she found her in the toilet shivering. Eek. &lt;em&gt;So poor thing&lt;/em&gt; right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might want to tye a new hairstyle to school. But I'm running for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UG Cross Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's a bad idea, right? I'm quite happy with my 1.6KM timing which was 6.16, 3rd girl in class. I could have done better. But crosscounty is 3.3km, I'm not sure if I have the stamina. I think cause it's UG, it's going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm bored. I feel nostalgic when I look at the neoprints I took with my friends. Time passes so fast, it's the 4th/5th week of school reopening already. And it feels like only 1 week. I'm scared about Os. About the future. But I know God will lead and provide:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass my Lit. I want to get the highest mark! Ugh, I'm such a perfectionist. I've got to start brushing up on my English. I used to read the dictionary for fun. I guess I'll start doing it again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I'm nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6288899608428942978?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6288899608428942978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6288899608428942978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6288899608428942978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6288899608428942978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/poor-milo.html' title='Poor Milo'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-1176150615996932641</id><published>2008-01-31T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:40:36.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Grads are back</title><content type='html'>Haha! Andrew is back in school! Expected actually, heh. Anyway, I still haven't found out who the guy at the basketball was. Went Jamming with the sec3s after school. Supposed to have fliming but since Valerie couldn't make it, it was cancelled. Sang abit and then Jo, Am and Tieng sang their own self made song. It's nice. As in really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;. But the tune seems kind of familiar though. I can never make music like that, and that was why I was feeling a wee-bit depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, all my mood swings has gotta change! Seriously, though it has improved I've got to change more! To be more considerate, more caring, more helpful, more friendly, more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of things happened today, I don't know whether it's good things more or bad things more. Seems like a teen actor for a chinese show has made his way to Chai Chee Sec and I asked Nathelie to invite him to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Who knows what will happen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Argh. Argh. Argh. Just stop this feeling and start talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;pretty please, just talk to me properly like we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;don't treat me like an enemy cause I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;my songs suck and yet I know God helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;God Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyway, today syafiq and Wilbert partnered each other. Then at first Syafiq say&lt;br /&gt;"I like to wash the dishes. Everyday at home help my mother wash..I want wash all.." So Wilbert let him wash. Then later, when lesson ending, Syafiq complained,&lt;br /&gt;"Cher! You see Wilbert make me wash all the dishes! All is I wash one!"&lt;br /&gt;Like make no sense! Then Wilbert laugh and say,&lt;br /&gt;"What! Is you say, " I like to wash dishes, let me wash all..." Then everyone burst out laughing, then Wilbert keep repeating to Syafiq. Then Syafiq very angry and go back to wash dishes. Renny say, "Wah he later high blood pressure.." Then Wilbert go make his hand go up, up, up behind Syafiq's back. I think he is implying the blood pressure? Super retarded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1176150615996932641?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1176150615996932641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1176150615996932641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1176150615996932641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1176150615996932641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/grads-are-back.html' title='Grads are back'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-2379893954631985638</id><published>2008-01-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:26.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxyuUpNGI/AAAAAAAADKo/6fZXMJ3p3C4/s1600-h/DSC06797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161250289208603746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxyuUpNGI/AAAAAAAADKo/6fZXMJ3p3C4/s320/DSC06797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxfOUpNBI/AAAAAAAADKA/civxA7uy-EY/s1600-h/DSC06791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161249954201154578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxfOUpNBI/AAAAAAAADKA/civxA7uy-EY/s320/DSC06791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxfuUpNCI/AAAAAAAADKI/_jgSGFBbocI/s1600-h/DSC06798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161249962791089186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxfuUpNCI/AAAAAAAADKI/_jgSGFBbocI/s320/DSC06798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who left their slipper in the middle of the road I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxgOUpNDI/AAAAAAAADKQ/dMh7RI8E0Jk/s1600-h/DSC06802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161249971381023794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxgOUpNDI/AAAAAAAADKQ/dMh7RI8E0Jk/s320/DSC06802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxguUpNEI/AAAAAAAADKY/n_SWsQj38MQ/s1600-h/DSC06805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161249979970958402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxguUpNEI/AAAAAAAADKY/n_SWsQj38MQ/s320/DSC06805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxhOUpNFI/AAAAAAAADKg/_QKVZMIeLtU/s1600-h/DSC06806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161249988560893010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxhOUpNFI/AAAAAAAADKg/_QKVZMIeLtU/s320/DSC06806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a long busy day. After Art Club, went to Tampines with Charlotte. We went to s11 there first, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY I FOUND THE SHOP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it was all in vain, the shop guy was like, single shirt is only name and number, order in group then can design. So crap, right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were walking back, passing Tampines CC basketball. A few people were playing inside. I don't know if the guy heard Charlotte say my name or what, but one of the guys inside who was playing, call my name. I wasn't wearing contact lens today so I couldn't  see properly. I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who the heck are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but it'd be rude to say it out loud, so I smile back. Then I walk along with Charlotte and I kept bugging her by asking [while laughing because I can't believe I forgotten my friend's name/face] , Who that, who that? And she's like, I don't know, stop asking! I kept turning around to get a closer look, finally after he shoot he look into my direction. And waved. What the crap. If the dear HALF NAKED, JEANS WEARING, BOXER SHOWING GUY, is reading this, 1) sorry, I couldn't see you clearly. 2) tell me who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed like a mad donkey and continued walking to TM with Charlotte. She bought a chain @ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X Craft &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and a pair of boxers for Leslie. My legs felt like they were burning, man! They still feel like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, the fire alarm went off in the middle of the upper sec recess. And instantly everyone looked up, and as if they had rehearsed it, they all went together, " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAAALAAAO&lt;/span&gt;." and continued by a few mumblings of  "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wooiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Super funny lah and everyone looked at each other cause everyone said the exact same thing. Quite retarded since no one knew it the alarm was real or fake but everyone just continued eating. I was laughing cause if there really was a fire, I wonder if everyone w0uld just sit and eat or run away like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to find out the half naked guy or friend or whatever who called my name. Maybe it's a friend, maybe the guy overheard Charlotte say my name and call for fun, maybe is an ex school or classmate, who knows? I think it's someone from church. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-2379893954631985638?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2379893954631985638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2379893954631985638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2379893954631985638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2379893954631985638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R6BxyuUpNGI/AAAAAAAADKo/6fZXMJ3p3C4/s72-c/DSC06797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-513698929419771709</id><published>2008-01-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:29.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hreUpNAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Ea4WPrOiuqU/s1600-h/DSC06743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880728747619330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hreUpNAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Ea4WPrOiuqU/s320/DSC06743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, today was such a busy busy busy day for me! I don't seem to be getting enough sleep too and I'm losing my voice again. Let us all give a big round of applause to Zoie's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; voice! Haha, enough with the crapping. During &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need to wear a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; shirt and jeans. But &lt;u&gt; I HAVE NO &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; SHIRT!&lt;/u&gt; You can ransack my entire closet but the only green you'll find would most likely be my school skirt. After school supposed to go for Chemistry Make Up lesson, but I had St John meeting and I had a headache so I went for the meeting instead. Yes, I know my priorities are mixed up:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled around in the St John room, and, &lt;em&gt;OH I FINALLY BROUGHT MY GUITAR TO SCHOOL&lt;/em&gt;((: Heh, yepp, I'm nuts. It wasn't vey heavy since my schoolbag is very light, considering. Doodled abit on the small whiteboard and took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hX-UpM7I/AAAAAAAADJQ/9Sa7PzMJh-g/s1600-h/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880393740170162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hX-UpM7I/AAAAAAAADJQ/9Sa7PzMJh-g/s320/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hZOUpM8I/AAAAAAAADJY/Fs-DiCJi35Q/s1600-h/DSC06745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880415215006658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hZOUpM8I/AAAAAAAADJY/Fs-DiCJi35Q/s320/DSC06745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hZeUpM9I/AAAAAAAADJg/NmS57NDnO14/s1600-h/DSC06750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880419509973970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hZeUpM9I/AAAAAAAADJg/NmS57NDnO14/s320/DSC06750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58haeUpM-I/AAAAAAAADJo/v1CSAw43S3Y/s1600-h/DSC06753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880436689843170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58haeUpM-I/AAAAAAAADJo/v1CSAw43S3Y/s320/DSC06753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hcOUpM_I/AAAAAAAADJw/kcNKeupskac/s1600-h/DSC06755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880466754614258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hcOUpM_I/AAAAAAAADJw/kcNKeupskac/s320/DSC06755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leslie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58gz-UpM2I/AAAAAAAADIo/AB0sP11tpwo/s1600-h/DSC06757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879775264879458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58gz-UpM2I/AAAAAAAADIo/AB0sP11tpwo/s320/DSC06757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrrrrrillllll.&lt;br /&gt;Sherrill(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g0eUpM3I/AAAAAAAADIw/LcJEstwtxDA/s1600-h/DSC06761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879783854814066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g0eUpM3I/AAAAAAAADIw/LcJEstwtxDA/s320/DSC06761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, don't you &lt;em&gt;just love&lt;/em&gt; my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g0-UpM4I/AAAAAAAADI4/nTWk_3fXqyM/s1600-h/DSC06762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879792444748674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g0-UpM4I/AAAAAAAADI4/nTWk_3fXqyM/s320/DSC06762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St John family tree:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g1eUpM5I/AAAAAAAADJA/9V_bjCg-uw4/s1600-h/DSC06763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879801034683282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g1eUpM5I/AAAAAAAADJA/9V_bjCg-uw4/s320/DSC06763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lolipop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g4eUpM6I/AAAAAAAADJI/mD7MmZ4izPk/s1600-h/DSC06764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879852574290850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58g4eUpM6I/AAAAAAAADJI/mD7MmZ4izPk/s320/DSC06764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Sherrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e0uUpMzI/AAAAAAAADIQ/OtU3eYNAvag/s1600-h/DSC06773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160877589126525746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e0uUpMzI/AAAAAAAADIQ/OtU3eYNAvag/s320/DSC06773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte packing up the first aid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e1OUpM0I/AAAAAAAADIY/3jtJxbkGj6k/s1600-h/DSC06775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160877597716460354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e1OUpM0I/AAAAAAAADIY/3jtJxbkGj6k/s320/DSC06775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrill self-pitying. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e1-UpM1I/AAAAAAAADIg/1kLa4SOKdBg/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160877610601362258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58e1-UpM1I/AAAAAAAADIg/1kLa4SOKdBg/s320/DSC06777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my fringe looks retarded:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Art Club tomorrow! Oh I look so so so forward to it(: After that will be going to S 11. And after the St John meeting, which ended about 5.45, Charlotte and I went to EastPoint. We were walking towards the shop, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to slack at the glass place there beside it. Then at that time, I stopped talking to Charlotte cause my contact lens were irritating me again. I felt like someone behind like pushing my guitar, but I thought it was Charlotte's bag pushing it so I didn't care. Charlotte suddenly pull me away then I turn behind, it was Austin! So retarded! He asked me if I didn't feel stalked and I was like, my contact lens got problem so I don't really care about my surroundings much and somemore I thought is Charlotte's bag make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with him, Charlotte and Leticia awhile before heading home and Austin walked me to the bus stop. He told me last time he used to threaten to beat up people if they don't come church. Super funny! I can't imagine. But is because they just turn into good people mah, so they don't know how to invite but by using force. So funny! Oh and Marcus is coming for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-513698929419771709?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/513698929419771709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=513698929419771709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/513698929419771709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/513698929419771709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R58hreUpNAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Ea4WPrOiuqU/s72-c/DSC06743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-3473152054498979192</id><published>2008-01-28T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:27:30.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'>Praise the lord!</title><content type='html'>I finally stepped out of my comfort zone and started reaching out like crazy:DD Last night, I wrote 11 messages behind the invatation cards until about 11.15 then I went to bed. I gave them all out this morning and some of them were interested about it:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the sec1 girl who called me a dog in Art Club? Today, Aglin, Jia Ying, Patricia and a few others go look for her and "talk" to her. Her whole class keep saying she's going to get beaten up cause she got in trouble with the Upper Sec, which is us. She was so scared she started crying then Mdm Faz bring her look for me to say sorry. Jia Ying also told her to say sorry to the whole of Art Club. Very funny:DD I was quite happy she said sorry. But then, later after school, she started stepping big again. So I reminded her about this morning:DD Hee. But everything is settled now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Li finally agreed to meet me after his cousin, Zhen Ling, talked to him. Bwahahaa, he at first quite shy and playful, but he started hearing my story. Vincent also got help me, heh. I told him my story, about how God can change your life and all then like, Vincent led him in Prayer to accept Jesus into his life:DD I told Vincent that Wei Li should go his cell cause if he come my cell I don't think he can fit in, somemore, it was Vincent who led him, haha. So I didn't actually waste my saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also reached out to two boys, Daniel and Jun Yang. Jun Yang seems interested, Daniel like very playful like that. I intend to talk more to Jun Yang. And two malay girls from 1E1 are interested about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; so I'll keep them in prayer((: I'm so happy cos I first time preach to people that I not close too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHH PRAISE THE LORD FOR GIVING ME STRENGTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3473152054498979192?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3473152054498979192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3473152054498979192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3473152054498979192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3473152054498979192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the lord!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4553168951522602233</id><published>2008-01-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:31.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dionne finally came church! Noel too:DD Saw Marc, Isaiah and Gary they all playing soccer opposite my house when I was going home. Haha, so ridiculous! They all running after the ball. Anyway, church was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCKIN' &lt;/span&gt;today:DD. And they gave us cards for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for us to invite our friends((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at some restaurant in Vivo today as reunion dinner. YES, I know it's early. The toilet there was super cool, everything was a mirror. And the restaurant was in black. Too dim already. If only it was in the day time. Took photos with my cousins and bought Jelly Beans from my favourite place, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candy Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Had fun(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yXcuUpMtI/AAAAAAAADHg/jyJLiP5Ivno/s1600-h/DSC06718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160165792786494162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yXcuUpMtI/AAAAAAAADHg/jyJLiP5Ivno/s320/DSC06718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVKOUpMpI/AAAAAAAADHA/3z2NGrE8-7s/s1600-h/DSC06727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160163275935658642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVKOUpMpI/AAAAAAAADHA/3z2NGrE8-7s/s320/DSC06727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pimple is super visible here! No more photos until it's gone! That's my cousin Zheng Qian by the way(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVKuUpMqI/AAAAAAAADHI/SvRAumcNzA8/s1600-h/DSC06729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160163284525593250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVKuUpMqI/AAAAAAAADHI/SvRAumcNzA8/s320/DSC06729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rona in the centre and half of ZQ's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVLOUpMrI/AAAAAAAADHQ/q98OREI4r2U/s1600-h/DSC06730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160163293115527858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVLOUpMrI/AAAAAAAADHQ/q98OREI4r2U/s320/DSC06730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother, Clemens, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVLuUpMsI/AAAAAAAADHY/wBoEvzAibKk/s1600-h/DSC06732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160163301705462466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yVLuUpMsI/AAAAAAAADHY/wBoEvzAibKk/s320/DSC06732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong Qian, Zheng Qian's younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTX-UpMjI/AAAAAAAADGQ/xn1DqLTlkRU/s1600-h/DSC06734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161313135604274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTX-UpMjI/AAAAAAAADGQ/xn1DqLTlkRU/s320/DSC06734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shu Kai aka Vivian, ZQ and RQ's older sister. Her Os were quite good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTX-UpMkI/AAAAAAAADGY/K1J4XcS2ykc/s1600-h/DSC06735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161313135604290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTX-UpMkI/AAAAAAAADGY/K1J4XcS2ykc/s320/DSC06735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera shy Noel, not Noel from Church. This is Rona's brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTYeUpMlI/AAAAAAAADGg/0jcTbnsAHCg/s1600-h/DSC06738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161321725538898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTYeUpMlI/AAAAAAAADGg/0jcTbnsAHCg/s320/DSC06738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTYuUpMmI/AAAAAAAADGo/F-f-Hcv_Qds/s1600-h/DSC06739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161326020506210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTYuUpMmI/AAAAAAAADGo/F-f-Hcv_Qds/s320/DSC06739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informal:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTY-UpMnI/AAAAAAAADGw/M6rwwkBUmeY/s1600-h/DSC06741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161330315473522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yTY-UpMnI/AAAAAAAADGw/M6rwwkBUmeY/s320/DSC06741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Marc's club. Can I join it, Marc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the short post. Going to be quite busy these days until &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is over. I'll try to update as much as I can!&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/29158103-4553168951522602233?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4553168951522602233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4553168951522602233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4553168951522602233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4553168951522602233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/dionne-finally-came-church-noel-toodd.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5yXcuUpMtI/AAAAAAAADHg/jyJLiP5Ivno/s72-c/DSC06718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-5360966407346749023</id><published>2008-01-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:11:22.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>What a mom says in 24hours condensed which means compressed in a way into 2mins and 55 seconds. Sung to William Tell Overture by Antia something. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFYcmZEOvW4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFYcmZEOvW4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5360966407346749023?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5360966407346749023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5360966407346749023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5360966407346749023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5360966407346749023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-4103414910094485234</id><published>2008-01-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:31.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5skYeUpMcI/AAAAAAAADFY/TrWUcJB9Kks/s1600-h/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159757800958144962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5skYeUpMcI/AAAAAAAADFY/TrWUcJB9Kks/s320/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5skYuUpMdI/AAAAAAAADFg/cnmTcLyDFSo/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159757805253112274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5skYuUpMdI/AAAAAAAADFg/cnmTcLyDFSo/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cell group in church today. About 3 new people came. All Jinn Song's followups. Tomorrow Xue Yi and Wei Ming coming.  Xue Yi is Jasmin invite, Wei Ming is I invite. He super qian da, yesterday me and Charlotte gave their class the promised sweets then Wei Ming take 8 sweets!&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after cell we ate with Gen1.4, then in Mac got the TV. Below you can send in SMSes then it will be broadcasted in all the Mac in Singapore. Jeremy, Hao Xiong, Liang Hui they all go sms in then it was super funny lah! But I don't think I'll post it here, or else they'll get scolded from Pei Han. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuTieng, Hao Xiong and Andrew played truth or dare in Mac. Very retarded. I was eating then I saw Andrew stand up, then go to two men eating and then he stood there, folded his arms then i  think he pretended to listen to them talking for about...a few seconds. Then later I was like huh? Then Jeremy say they playing truth or dare. A while later, Su Tieng stood up, went outside Mac's glassdoors and started doing afew jumping jacks. Very funny. Hao Xiong walked 3 times around the tables of Mac. Then later Andrew stood up and shook the tree and said, I own this tree or something like that. A few people looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to Parkway that time me and SuTieng played. Then cos I chose dare then she tell me shout ZOIE ROCKS infront of a crowd. So I went right at the entrance and shout then afew people stared at me. So retarded! Decided to end game, no fair cause SuTieng didn't do any dares)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Borders and played a fool. JunYong, Liang Hui and Jeremy were playing with the cards saying which animal card looked like who. So lame! Anyway, I'll stop now, heh. Getting flooded in MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-4103414910094485234?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/4103414910094485234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=4103414910094485234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4103414910094485234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/4103414910094485234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/had-cell-group-in-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5skYeUpMcI/AAAAAAAADFY/TrWUcJB9Kks/s72-c/DSC00146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-7328550005343019761</id><published>2008-01-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:10:51.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>St John</title><content type='html'>Wheeheehee! Today St John was super fun! First time see so many people, due to the new cadets [sec1s]. We had Scavenger Hunt after Footdrills, they took Wai Choon's, [is that is name?], shoelace, Charlotte's shoelace and Brandon's shoelace. Then Brandon kept saying, " Where's my shoelace?" And we'll reply," Don't know." Because we really didn't know which group took it. Then later from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where's my shoelace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; become, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's a good question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Like so gay! Then Nicholas from Scouts showed me and Charlotte a video, him and Sanjay(is it?) were synchronising the lyrics to Apologise. Super funny. Then in front of us, he did this weird thing and synchronised with another song, it was so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the Scavenger Hunt, we had this other game. The teams have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stuff their faces&lt;/span&gt; into a plate of flour to look for gummy worms and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;use their mouths&lt;/span&gt; pull them out, after that, they'll have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crawl on the grass&lt;/span&gt; under two benches and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;run half of the track&lt;/span&gt; to the toilet near the indoor basketball court. The ICs, which is us the sec3s, will distract them by throwing water bombs at them and spraying water. It's also to cool them off. Then while I was getting some water bombs, Brandon come and take one and say," You come nearer I throw." I laugh and say, "Throw lah! Haha!" Then that marshmellow toot really go throw! So it burst and I was literally half wet and the other side was dry. I ran after him but he double back to the canteen so I didn't bother to follow. I still can't believe he is in 4E3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed until quite late, around 8 plus then go home. Ate dinner with Charlotte, Sherrill and Leslie[ so this is how you spell his name!]. Saw Fat Zhao Wang, Ying Yung and the rest of the NP guys. Ying Yung so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAO&lt;/span&gt;! Smack him, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, but I at least I had fun. Quite a number of things made me laugh today. But seriously, I might get specs and wear it full time, my contact lens have something wrong! Or is it my eyes? They just don't seem to stay in place or get blur even though I don't think there is any debris on it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sighh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7328550005343019761?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7328550005343019761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7328550005343019761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7328550005343019761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7328550005343019761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/st-john.html' title='St John'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3069382287019146149</id><published>2008-01-24T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:42:40.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Updated links(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3069382287019146149?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3069382287019146149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3069382287019146149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3069382287019146149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3069382287019146149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6975058318769202526</id><published>2008-01-24T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:36:57.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OutReach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>The O level results are out. I heard Senior Sergent NCO Darren cried. I feel so pressured! I'm scared I retain, get 20+ points, or fail! Argh. My mother told me this morning she was going down the stairs with my bro to the carpark then she saw a guy smoking. At first my reaction was, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what? Has it anything to do with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Then I remembered, Christian. The person I mean, not my religion. Well it's more of a relationship with God((: Anyway back to point, I think it was because I rejected him..but I know I won't be reaching out to people outside my school in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's friends, the girls, thought I was his girlfriend. I was all, please, he how old, I how old?Then I told them,&lt;br /&gt;"Number one; it doesn't concern me. Two, I don't seem to care. Three, so childish."&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled and walk off. I guess they were quite surprised I reacted to like that. Haha. Supposed to help Gen1.3 film their Cell Movie. I'm supposed to act as PoHuat's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Storyline: Pohuat hits on Yok Fong at BK then sends her home. Then he sees me at&lt;br /&gt;the void deck emo-ing or something then come talk to me. Then he two time us,&lt;br /&gt;but we don't know. Then Joey and don't know who is going to act as an Angel and&lt;br /&gt;a Devil, telling Po Huat what to do. After that, Yok Fong will catch PoHuat red&lt;br /&gt;handed while going out with me. She slaps him and his specs fly then I slap him&lt;br /&gt;and then he spits water out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Haha, I know, cause I get to slap him! At first I was like, why me? Joel then tell me that cause my height is perfect. And I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whaaaat theeee?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, but I'm still going to act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, alot of the last year sec4s get 20+ points. Only Shu Ting get 12. Oh and, today F&amp;amp;N was super fun, we made some malay kuay and &lt;em&gt;Quicke Louisse&lt;/em&gt;. My leg was super tired after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Cao Bo about the Crazy Love thing. He says he'll ask the rest and think about it((: I'm so happy! I intend to go to someone's house to bake cookies for all the people I'm inviting or buy lolipops and attach a note to it then give them in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air, Sayneng and Lyn, Gwen and Rodrick, Melvin and Jasmine, Charlotte and Lesley, a certain someone and someone else, and D*** with someone from 3e2:DD. I've censored the names of some people to prevent them from getting embarrassed or found out. Haha. I feel so weird with all these couples cause all they do is talk about their someone. Not really, but sometimes they do. And when you're out with them, they always always make me feel so left out! I need to talk to people you know! Haha, no lah, only went out with one couple before, Charlotte and Lesley. I'm blessed Sherrill was there or else I'd rot. Lesley isn't the talking type. I haven't met his twin. If his twin and Charlotte's twin hooked up, it'll be super cool:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6975058318769202526?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6975058318769202526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6975058318769202526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6975058318769202526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6975058318769202526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7950259032164292714</id><published>2008-01-23T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:33.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos.'/><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c87-UpMXI/AAAAAAAADEw/XjutwzPpZYM/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658899215724914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c87-UpMXI/AAAAAAAADEw/XjutwzPpZYM/s320/DSC06669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerissa and Nathelie on their laughing sprint after the Ignite Conference on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c88eUpMYI/AAAAAAAADE4/P5_lD4pZQ9k/s1600-h/DSC06670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658907805659522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c88eUpMYI/AAAAAAAADE4/P5_lD4pZQ9k/s320/DSC06670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c88-UpMZI/AAAAAAAADFA/z_LCHoGFt3w/s1600-h/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658916395594130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c88-UpMZI/AAAAAAAADFA/z_LCHoGFt3w/s320/DSC06671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us yesterday at the Jamming Place. I really don't know the name, so I'll it the Jamming Place. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c89eUpMaI/AAAAAAAADFI/GPjzfJihDpo/s1600-h/DSC06689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658924985528738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c89eUpMaI/AAAAAAAADFI/GPjzfJihDpo/s320/DSC06689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c89-UpMbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/2wm-wur7nag/s1600-h/DSC06690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658933575463346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c89-UpMbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/2wm-wur7nag/s320/DSC06690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8X-UpMSI/AAAAAAAADEI/IYIMJDpcoKg/s1600-h/DSC06691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658280740434210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8X-UpMSI/AAAAAAAADEI/IYIMJDpcoKg/s320/DSC06691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8YuUpMTI/AAAAAAAADEQ/2sk2FCqs9og/s1600-h/DSC06693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658293625336114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8YuUpMTI/AAAAAAAADEQ/2sk2FCqs9og/s320/DSC06693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took turns but the only thing I did was sing cause that's the only thing I'm good at, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8ZeUpMUI/AAAAAAAADEY/HGITLUADp5I/s1600-h/DSC06694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658306510238018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8ZeUpMUI/AAAAAAAADEY/HGITLUADp5I/s320/DSC06694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus with Charlotte and Sherrill we saw this guy like shaving on the bus. Like what the marshmellow? Haha, like so retarded, he kept shaving enough there really was nothing else left to shave la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8ZuUpMVI/AAAAAAAADEg/FS7z9V9OISI/s1600-h/DSC06695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658310805205330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8ZuUpMVI/AAAAAAAADEg/FS7z9V9OISI/s320/DSC06695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8Z-UpMWI/AAAAAAAADEo/MRr2r2S0_AY/s1600-h/DSC06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158658315100172642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c8Z-UpMWI/AAAAAAAADEo/MRr2r2S0_AY/s320/DSC06701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte and Lesley and Parkway:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7950259032164292714?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7950259032164292714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7950259032164292714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7950259032164292714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7950259032164292714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R5c87-UpMXI/AAAAAAAADEw/XjutwzPpZYM/s72-c/DSC06669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-1316221750491887874</id><published>2008-01-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:58:47.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>3 major things happened today! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! I shall state the first thing which is not so shocking. The girl, Siew Leng, from 1T1, joined Art Club. She's such an attention seeker and so rude. I seriously hope Alan would have bashed her up just now. &lt;em&gt;No, really, she's that irritating&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, me and Charlotte was going to crack talking to her. She said I was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahlian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I was like, me? Ah lian? You've got to be kidding. She was mean first so I was mean back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd most shocking thing, NOW WILBERT, JOSHUA AND RENNY KNOWS! Thank God Wilbert didn't tell. And I can't tell you guys the news. Nuh uh, not until I've fully recovered. Haha, nono, I'm not sick. That Joshua was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Zoie, I know *** you ****."&lt;br /&gt;[And yes, I'm censoring what he said not because it's vulgar but it's private:DD]&lt;br /&gt;and I'm like, "Okay, gimme clue lah, *** you ***** it is."&lt;br /&gt;Then he say, " *** *** all the way-"&lt;br /&gt;And my facial expression completely changed. I was like, cannot be so like that! I was thinking, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap you, Feydric&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Next clue leh?" "******** from school le." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap you, crap you, crap you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Want somemore clue?" he threatened, " Comfirm is ********** people de." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm like FREAK YOU, NO WAY. And now, Wilbert was chanting, "******, ******-" and Renny chorused in. Like so what sia! And then Feydric came to us cos I pratically shouted, "FEYDRIC! WHY YOU TELL!" While the POA teacher was still teaching us on double whatever, I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Renny and Wilbert chant so loudly like almost everyone could hear! Feydric say is not he say then at first I don't believe then finally after awhile, Joshua say is he anyhow guess at first then is I give myself away. WHAT THE MARSHMELLOW IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd most shocking. Remember last night I said I met Christian. Yes, I spelt his name wrongly the other time. Well, last night he called me and asked if I want to meet him before I go school and I was like, uh, my dad is bringing me to school, so he was like oh ok. I was thinking, oh my marshmellow heaven, crap. Then today he smsed me if I could meet him after school and I'm like, oh I can't I have CCA. So he asked how about go with him go Parkway tomorrow. I was getting fishy here, like we haven't been talking for 3 years and here he comes asking me out. Then, he finally pops the stupid question, " u have bf?" I was, uh, no. I should have made it clear the first time. I'm never reaching out to guys from outside school ever again! It's like they get the wrong idea each time! He asked if he stood a chance and I told him, no, and because I just want to invite him to church and know the love of Jesus christ. And then he said oh ok. I guess he was pretty hurt, but seriously, I mix around with guys alot now and they're like my best pals in class, e.g Ting Rui, Khairul and Feydric. So like, seriously, I don't think I'll be having a stead anytime soon. He was like..the second person to ever ask in my life for stead. First was that nutshell Rex. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Because after I read the sms, I've got jelly legs and seriously didn't want to go home, in case he was crazy enough to wait for me at the bus stop at my house. So I asked Charlotte to go with me then she also can go look for her Beloved. Sherrill tagged along too. Lesley looks like my cousin. HAHA! Oh and he wasn't there, but I still feel insecure, I'm afraid I admit. I think too much too, but hey, when you have a phobia of something, like relationships and such, you'll understand. Not that I am having a phobia of relationships. Just stalking, getting molested, getting cornered by some saturday night cycling guy, getting asked if I want to watch porn..that basically settles my sexually harassed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off with the complaining. Today Khairul, Ting Rui and I was like playing around. Then later, Ting Rui showed me his ring finger, his sign to replace the middle one. Then I show him my little finger, and Khairul joined in with the index finger. So I was, eh, Mine is the last, your's is the ring and Khairul's is the index. So Raudha is thumb la!" Then Khairul started laughing and pointing his thumb at TingRui and say, " Freak off." AND IT WAS SO RETARDED! Imagine a person going up to you, giving you a thumbs up and shouting in your face freak off. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Wei Xuan now, he wants me to help him think of a new msn nick. So I suggested,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:zoierocksyoursmellysocks@hotmail.com"&gt;zoierocksyoursmellysocks@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:royalcrusade@hotmail.com"&gt;royalcrusade@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:WXraven@hotmail.com"&gt;WXraven@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:NYXisnotweixuan@hotmail.com"&gt;NYXisnotweixuan@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he chose his boring ones, cause he had no other ideas, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:RoyalNyx@hotmail.com"&gt;RoyalNyx@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:NyxRaven@hotmail.com"&gt;NyxRaven@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, it's so...similar. I like &lt;a href="mailto:zoierocksyoursmellysocks@hotmail.com"&gt;zoierocksyoursmellysocks@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; the best:DD And please do not click on them, they lead to no where I guess, and there are no such emails yet, I hope. Haha, if you're bored and do try, let me know if anyone has these emails already((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1316221750491887874?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1316221750491887874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1316221750491887874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1316221750491887874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1316221750491887874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3321318981794372594</id><published>2008-01-22T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:17:54.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OutReach'/><title type='text'>God Plans!</title><content type='html'>Hey you people out there! Today I'm not going to talk about my retardedness or whatsoever. Maybe later. Right now, I want to share about God's Plan(for me of course! because I'm not you, Power of Prayer and also, and testimonial. Okay, about one and a half of a testimonial. For those who want a sneak peek of today, I shall summorise everything into points:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how, but now everyone thinks me and QiXian stead. Which will very likely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was very angry at Gao Khui because he really is a jerk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khairul and Ting Rui and Rauhda are like, the people I talk to most in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rauhda and I drew on Feydric's hand Dinah's name:DD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was supposed to meet Dionne but her Dad didn't allow))))): i miss you Dionne!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the biggest thing happened today! My prayers work. I guess God wanted to test my patience. He wanted me to wait for the right time. Today on the bus, I was listening to music and then suddenly a name came out, " Jesse." I have no clue who the heck was Jesse, I'm serious. Then as I was approaching Mandarin Gardens, something stirred my heart. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preach it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, it had said. And it kept screaming in my heart silently and continuiously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preach it preach it preach it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and I was like, preach to what, to whom? But there was no answers, just silent screamings. And then I kept turning my head to the back of the bus, it was a double deck, for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I went down the stairs to alight, I turned my head again and I saw Kristien. Finally! After so long! I figured like, God wanted me to wait for this event to have a reason to invite Kristien to church. And I talked to him and got his number. I haven't found out why the name Jesse appeared yet, but soon I'll know. Pastor was right about silencing your heart and hearing the holy spirit speak. It does wonders. And like, if I had lost my temper and got impatient and Joana, SuTieng and the rest while we were jamming the last song and took the first bus I saw home, I wouldn 't have met Kristien again. I thank God and Joana and SuTieng and YokFong and Amelia and YuWen for making me stay to sing the last song before I went((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunt's mother is in the hospital in a critical condition and then she accepted Christ:DD Praise the Lord for these two things! Today had it's ups and downs, but I guess now it's mostly ups. Haha. You know what, the first comment Kristien made was, ' Wah, still haven't grow taller ah." So funny cos he's like super tall. Haha, I hope he comes for cell this week and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a church event. Those interested to come do tag my board and I'll give you the info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I feel like getting myself specs cos my eyes are currently irritated by my contact lens and I don't know why)): BUT if I DO get glasses, I'll get one that suits me and makes me looks bright, cheery and not nerdy nerdy. Haha. I feel like getting a pair of white ones. My mother is giving me $200 for the entire year shopping. So sad! Haha, but it don't matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll do my lit homework now. Au Revior! OH JUST JUMP AND PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s I'm too tired to blog about God's Plan and Power of Prayer, I technically summorised it. Tell you all more when I meet you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3321318981794372594?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3321318981794372594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3321318981794372594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3321318981794372594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3321318981794372594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-plans.html' title='God Plans!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-5613910036356411147</id><published>2008-01-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:35:43.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>New teacher</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Got a new Social Studies teacher! She's only 18 and she's super pretty. Renny says if I get her MSN, he treat me Starbucks:DD Bwahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to have tuition later. Very sian, I wanted to follow Joana they all go Nick's house, but at the end I couldn't. The bus 9 took such a long time to come and I kept falling asleep on the bus! Argh. I even knocked my head on the window by accident. So retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Felix couldn't join us for lunch today, but I think next week he maybe can come. The MRT broke down today and a lot of people was late. But then they were allowed in. And I was there thinking, &lt;em&gt;Why today so little people?&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't bring my F&amp;amp;N homework again, I must bring it tomorrow or Mdm Siti will kill me:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-5613910036356411147?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/5613910036356411147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=5613910036356411147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5613910036356411147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/5613910036356411147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-teacher.html' title='New teacher'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-6733901170144858070</id><published>2008-01-19T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:23:14.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Ignite</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Ignite was fun! But inside was super hot! Nathelie came my house stay over night. After the conference, Nat and Nerissa kept laughing at stupid things. I can just point at each their faces and say, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; And they'll start breaking into fits of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Nerissa isn't the only one in Broadrick in Cornerstone. And turns out, I know that guy. And it seems that Jaime from their school is also from Cornerstone Chinese Ministry. Fascinating. I'm so motivated to do something in Changkat, even if the sec3s are not with me or like, if I just don't feel right with them, like different vision and all, I'll do it by myself. Our church didn't go for Ignite today, had youth service instead, because we wanted to give the other churches space; they oversold the tickets by 200+, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined Greeters already. Quite confusing because sometimes you stick out your hands the people don't shake it, and then later when you put down, then they stick their hands out, then when you put your hand back up they already turn away, so it's quite funny. That was one long sentence. Haha. I'm under Alina:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow attending 1st Service. I hope I won't be the earliest, the last time I was the earliest, I was seriously at lost at what to do and where to sit. I don't do well alone when I'm not familiar with the things or place or situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Frutee's Cranberry drink. It's very very nice:DD I've fallen in love with it. Another thing I've fallen in love with is the song Indescribable by Chris Tomlin. Did I mention that the another post before? I don't know but even if I did, it means it's super nice.I think I'm sick again. Okay, not really again but you get what I mean. Well, I'm off to do something...I don't know what, just something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH AND JEREMY GAVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OLD GREEN SCHOOL TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CELL LEADER:DDDDD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're the best((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6733901170144858070?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6733901170144858070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6733901170144858070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6733901170144858070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6733901170144858070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/ignite.html' title='Ignite'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-3440234670971821765</id><published>2008-01-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:35.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OutReach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vCmIdOWI/AAAAAAAADDg/3q7oZV4uWtQ/s1600-h/DSC06630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391820004768098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vCmIdOWI/AAAAAAAADDg/3q7oZV4uWtQ/s320/DSC06630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened:DD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating Cherry, the dark crimson red kind, and it dripped down my chin:D Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDGIdOXI/AAAAAAAADDo/DouLkBN2YsU/s1600-h/DSC06638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391828594702706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDGIdOXI/AAAAAAAADDo/DouLkBN2YsU/s320/DSC06638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDWIdOYI/AAAAAAAADDw/ScHTnH_R5QE/s1600-h/DSC06642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391832889670018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDWIdOYI/AAAAAAAADDw/ScHTnH_R5QE/s320/DSC06642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDmIdOZI/AAAAAAAADD4/bzX5yDnBntY/s1600-h/DSC06643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391837184637330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vDmIdOZI/AAAAAAAADD4/bzX5yDnBntY/s320/DSC06643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henna art on my hand(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Feydric kept threating to tell Renny about something. Hee, our secret:DD Then I told Aglin at BK that time when Dric got angry and went home, then I say,&lt;br /&gt;"He kept threating me to tell Renny la!"&lt;br /&gt;Renny was there and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me for? Tell what?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied," Secret la. Don't tell you cos you big mouth mah."&lt;br /&gt;Then Aglin, Davior and me burst out laughing cause I sort of just insulted him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the sec3s when the rest went home. They were at BK too. Met a new boy called Bryan. Guess what, I have a small dimple just below the curve when I smile. Only one side have. Haha! But not obvious): Cam whored with them. And also I sort of made friends with this girl from 1E4 called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;. Cute name! Cute girl! I after flag raising, then cause when Mark was shouting the command he shout wrong so re shout, haha then I see her want laugh never laugh, so after that I go close to her and say," Smile more." Then she smile at me, then I walk off:D I think that was a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vD2IdOaI/AAAAAAAADEA/QZ-23t6k9UY/s1600-h/DSC06645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391841479604642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vD2IdOaI/AAAAAAAADEA/QZ-23t6k9UY/s320/DSC06645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48udGIdORI/AAAAAAAADC4/Z2cs9vzE_T8/s1600-h/DSC06646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391175759673618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48udGIdORI/AAAAAAAADC4/Z2cs9vzE_T8/s320/DSC06646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ue2IdOSI/AAAAAAAADDA/ddwgKYa-KVo/s1600-h/DSC06647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391205824444706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ue2IdOSI/AAAAAAAADDA/ddwgKYa-KVo/s320/DSC06647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon no dimpleee:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ufGIdOTI/AAAAAAAADDI/69MhBR3yhAg/s1600-h/DSC06650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391210119412018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ufGIdOTI/AAAAAAAADDI/69MhBR3yhAg/s320/DSC06650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Joana showing off their dimples. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48uf2IdOUI/AAAAAAAADDQ/lqieGWc3H5c/s1600-h/DSC06652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391223004313922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48uf2IdOUI/AAAAAAAADDQ/lqieGWc3H5c/s320/DSC06652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Solomon get a dimple:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ugWIdOVI/AAAAAAAADDY/ojoRESwaA0w/s1600-h/DSC06654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156391231594248530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48ugWIdOVI/AAAAAAAADDY/ojoRESwaA0w/s320/DSC06654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking halfway! Oh and that's Bryan by the way:DD&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tn2IdOMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/o3pfWkempQE/s1600-h/DSC06655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156390260931639490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tn2IdOMI/AAAAAAAADCQ/o3pfWkempQE/s320/DSC06655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48toGIdONI/AAAAAAAADCY/8wx9O7tIJWM/s1600-h/DSC06657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156390265226606802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48toGIdONI/AAAAAAAADCY/8wx9O7tIJWM/s320/DSC06657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were camwhoring, they were working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48to2IdOOI/AAAAAAAADCg/Tux85DjLKIU/s1600-h/DSC06658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156390278111508706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48to2IdOOI/AAAAAAAADCg/Tux85DjLKIU/s320/DSC06658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tpGIdOPI/AAAAAAAADCo/Scp0U8EnpKo/s1600-h/DSC06659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156390282406476018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tpGIdOPI/AAAAAAAADCo/Scp0U8EnpKo/s320/DSC06659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao family. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tp2IdOQI/AAAAAAAADCw/cFRiX9p0jik/s1600-h/DSC06660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156390295291377922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48tp2IdOQI/AAAAAAAADCw/cFRiX9p0jik/s320/DSC06660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were arm wrestling, then when Joana arm wrestle with Solomon, he got arm cramp. LOL, I had to get ice from the counter. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mother got me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese Electronic Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Guess what, I turned on the retarded thing and the menu was in chinese, everything was in chinese. It's like, freak I can't read chinese that's why I got myself a chinse dictionary. Smack the thing, I can't read it. Only recognise the words when I type in hanyu pinyin. I don't mind that I can read that. I meant everything in the menu was in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. How you expect me to read?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3440234670971821765?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3440234670971821765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3440234670971821765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3440234670971821765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3440234670971821765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R48vCmIdOWI/AAAAAAAADDg/3q7oZV4uWtQ/s72-c/DSC06630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-8124544710599175550</id><published>2008-01-16T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:36.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43Tw2IdOII/AAAAAAAADBw/lNFf6zfocMI/s1600-h/DSC06623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156009984527251586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43Tw2IdOII/AAAAAAAADBw/lNFf6zfocMI/s320/DSC06623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck:D QiXian's pants got pulled by Gao Khui today! Gao Khui pulled it while we were on our way down for P.E. And being the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; annoying brat, QiXian complained to Mr Nahar. Then in POA, Wilbert decided to switch target to QiXian, Syafiq was finally left in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few photos with Charlotte in the toilet before school started(: We're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; girls. I might bring my guitar to school tomorrow to practise. Haha, I'll ask SuTieng help me:D Renny is bringing his pick. I think he might want to strum it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxGIdOJI/AAAAAAAADB4/QWY59sfNxPI/s1600-h/DSC06624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156009988822218898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxGIdOJI/AAAAAAAADB4/QWY59sfNxPI/s320/DSC06624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school has Art Club, we did Henna art today. On my left hand says &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Jesus is Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while my right has a lizard and my name on it(: Beside the lizard I mean. AND I'm not a lizard. I've just gotten used to the nickname Zotoad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at the playground after that with Charlotte then went to look for Aglin. We're getting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;! I bought two packets of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WanWan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hershely Cookies and Cream Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoots, the song Indescribable by Chris Tomlin is stuck in my head! It's very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxWIdOKI/AAAAAAAADCA/MNOSWvkueOI/s1600-h/DSC06626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156009993117186210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxWIdOKI/AAAAAAAADCA/MNOSWvkueOI/s320/DSC06626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxmIdOLI/AAAAAAAADCI/QgbjtEQO5rY/s1600-h/DSC06627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156009997412153522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43TxmIdOLI/AAAAAAAADCI/QgbjtEQO5rY/s320/DSC06627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8124544710599175550?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8124544710599175550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8124544710599175550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8124544710599175550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8124544710599175550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-what-heckd-qixians-pants-got-pulled.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R43Tw2IdOII/AAAAAAAADBw/lNFf6zfocMI/s72-c/DSC06623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-9059698592588943422</id><published>2008-01-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:37.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Joel's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4yx4WIdOGI/AAAAAAAADBg/2W845ruG7io/s1600-h/DSC06619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155691255004215394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4yx4WIdOGI/AAAAAAAADBg/2W845ruG7io/s320/DSC06619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4yx4mIdOHI/AAAAAAAADBo/bta4HIQA8PM/s1600-h/DSC06620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155691259299182706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4yx4mIdOHI/AAAAAAAADBo/bta4HIQA8PM/s320/DSC06620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy blessed birthday Joel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, celebrated Joel's birthday at Changi Airport Popeye's. Chatted with Alina:DD Haha, she's so cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One uncle on the bus beckoned me to sit with him, and I'm like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh pur-lease &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attitude even though it made my feet feel like jelly though I was sitting down. Argh. I actually took out my scissors and looked at it. I guess the guy thought I thought he was going to do something funny because he stopped looking in my direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Gee, how I wish that that older exchangkat people didn't graduate to fast): I kinda miss them. I'll miss this year's sec4s too. I'm much closer to them. No more fooling around with Sac and Dean)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-9059698592588943422?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/9059698592588943422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=9059698592588943422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9059698592588943422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/9059698592588943422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/joels-birthday.html' title='Joel&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4yx4WIdOGI/AAAAAAAADBg/2W845ruG7io/s72-c/DSC06619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-754108324968556536</id><published>2008-01-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:41.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Walk.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sy6mIdOEI/AAAAAAAADBQ/j8S0b0XtzNg/s1600-h/DSC06542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155270180705482818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sy6mIdOEI/AAAAAAAADBQ/j8S0b0XtzNg/s320/DSC06542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie with cell on sat. WeiMing didn't want to come because the movie we watched he watched already. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heck, I watched it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, finally got to catch up with Nicole, but once again, I brilliantly spoiled the mood because of my moodswings. Because of somethings.&lt;br /&gt;Because of someone. Alvin and the Chipmunks didn't make me laugh as much as the first time because I guess I was quite troubled. Haha, but things are getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was really powerful and I believe alot of people got healed. I really want to go depend fully on God because..well I just want to. I can't go it but God can. Next week's conference will be better:DD &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASTOR JOAKIM IS GOING TO TALK&lt;/span&gt;. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#000000;"&gt;Argh, at the conference you were such a jerk. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jerk, jerk jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So you said it, and just left it like that without my explaination. Then the next day you although acted like you don't care, you were wondering if I really did. Finally you talked to me and now you left me a miss call. I smsed you and you didn't reply. Jerk, you came close and left me hanging. Somehow, I'd rather drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sy62IdOFI/AAAAAAAADBY/8go6VRNZVdQ/s1600-h/DSC06543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155270185000450130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sy62IdOFI/AAAAAAAADBY/8go6VRNZVdQ/s320/DSC06543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4symmIdN-I/AAAAAAAADAk/fSDXF4gy7W0/s1600-h/DSC06547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269837108099042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4symmIdN-I/AAAAAAAADAk/fSDXF4gy7W0/s320/DSC06547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synGIdN_I/AAAAAAAADAs/a0OFEmy9ASA/s1600-h/DSC06550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269845698033650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synGIdN_I/AAAAAAAADAs/a0OFEmy9ASA/s320/DSC06550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synWIdOAI/AAAAAAAADA0/QyHpBzFv324/s1600-h/DSC06551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269849993000962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synWIdOAI/AAAAAAAADA0/QyHpBzFv324/s320/DSC06551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synmIdOBI/AAAAAAAADA8/F3jX5pC4454/s1600-h/DSC06552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269854287968274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4synmIdOBI/AAAAAAAADA8/F3jX5pC4454/s320/DSC06552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My darling sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Nicole(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4syn2IdOCI/AAAAAAAADBE/fhPe520Ac1c/s1600-h/DSC06555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269858582935586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4syn2IdOCI/AAAAAAAADBE/fhPe520Ac1c/s320/DSC06555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my wonderful followup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx4GIdN5I/AAAAAAAAC_8/xdXz-O2gl3Q/s1600-h/DSC06556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269038244181906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx4GIdN5I/AAAAAAAAC_8/xdXz-O2gl3Q/s320/DSC06556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My delightful shepherd and mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Jasmin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx4mIdN6I/AAAAAAAADAE/21t3wOaxjWo/s1600-h/DSC06557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269046834116514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx4mIdN6I/AAAAAAAADAE/21t3wOaxjWo/s320/DSC06557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel bullying a sec1 in church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a short span of two days, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 red pimples&lt;/span&gt; appeared screaming gleefully smack in the middle of my forehead, forming an almost straight line diagonally. My fringe can't even conceal 3 of them! And best of all, I've got an unknown insect bite swollen precariously at the sloping end of my left eyebrow and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT HURTS&lt;/span&gt;. Despite all that jazz, I still cam whored like some bimbo because I was friviously bored. After all that compliants that I really shouldn't be complaining about because some other people's outbreaks are worse, I shall start with what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After F&amp;amp;N, Feydric carried my bag and I carried his again. Too long never carry sling bag and it feels so weird! Another conference, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignite 08'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, is next week. I wonder if my parents will get angry. I was almost late for duty today because I overslept and almost couldn't wake up! I'm so blessed something suddenly just made me wake up and dash out to the bathroom to wash my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate with SuTieng, Amelia, YuWen, Joana, Yok Fong, Nick and Chang Xuan at YingLing's friend's shop. Their Black Beauty is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The shop is located at EastPoint, beside POSB. It's called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eighteen Chefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx42IdN7I/AAAAAAAADAM/UvE_05XbGps/s1600-h/DSC06565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269051129083826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx42IdN7I/AAAAAAAADAM/UvE_05XbGps/s320/DSC06565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half eaten BlackBeauty that Joana, Chang Xuan, Amelia and Me shared.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;A piping hot brownie served with two scoops of ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to YingLing, we got an extra scoop:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx5GIdN8I/AAAAAAAADAU/MDL9vB58k_E/s1600-h/DSC06566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269055424051138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx5GIdN8I/AAAAAAAADAU/MDL9vB58k_E/s320/DSC06566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx5WIdN9I/AAAAAAAADAc/6y-VuTIOoAg/s1600-h/DSC06571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155269059719018450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sx5WIdN9I/AAAAAAAADAc/6y-VuTIOoAg/s320/DSC06571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with SuTieng(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxGWIdN0I/AAAAAAAAC_U/DC_sFgXXBQk/s1600-h/DSC06576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155268183545689922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxGWIdN0I/AAAAAAAAC_U/DC_sFgXXBQk/s320/DSC06576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxGmIdN1I/AAAAAAAAC_c/O77dKmpad1c/s1600-h/DSC06579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155268187840657234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxGmIdN1I/AAAAAAAAC_c/O77dKmpad1c/s320/DSC06579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxG2IdN2I/AAAAAAAAC_k/NogBNsGtglE/s1600-h/DSC06584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155268192135624546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxG2IdN2I/AAAAAAAAC_k/NogBNsGtglE/s320/DSC06584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang Xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxHGIdN3I/AAAAAAAAC_s/oU6Z-vHI0h4/s1600-h/DSC06591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155268196430591858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxHGIdN3I/AAAAAAAAC_s/oU6Z-vHI0h4/s320/DSC06591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxHWIdN4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/KHjOHRzDEUw/s1600-h/DSC06601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155268200725559170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sxHWIdN4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/KHjOHRzDEUw/s320/DSC06601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swkGIdNvI/AAAAAAAAC-s/dBqiFWFvs9g/s1600-h/DSC06611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155267595135170290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swkGIdNvI/AAAAAAAAC-s/dBqiFWFvs9g/s320/DSC06611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swk2IdNwI/AAAAAAAAC-0/oKoRv2Klys0/s1600-h/DSC06612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155267608020072194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swk2IdNwI/AAAAAAAAC-0/oKoRv2Klys0/s320/DSC06612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlGIdNxI/AAAAAAAAC-8/qoQtg9AMjiQ/s1600-h/DSC06616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155267612315039506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlGIdNxI/AAAAAAAAC-8/qoQtg9AMjiQ/s320/DSC06616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlmIdNyI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Y_97Qym9aa0/s1600-h/DSC06617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155267620904974114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlmIdNyI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Y_97Qym9aa0/s320/DSC06617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YingLing and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlmIdNzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/_WiQRHinxwU/s1600-h/DSC06618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155267620904974130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4swlmIdNzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/_WiQRHinxwU/s320/DSC06618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Things are getting better, isn't it? I hope that even if you find out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt; we'll still stay like friends. Or actually, better than friends. Good friends.&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/29158103-754108324968556536?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/754108324968556536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=754108324968556536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/754108324968556536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/754108324968556536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-went-for-movie-with-cell-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4sy6mIdOEI/AAAAAAAADBQ/j8S0b0XtzNg/s72-c/DSC06542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-2353917987120345160</id><published>2008-01-12T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:42.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school like around 6.40am like that, and immediately when I alighted from my dad's van, this sec1 kid who was by the railing then, suddenly asked me rudely,&lt;br /&gt;'Oi, why you can wear black shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, crap la, so rude. And the boy was like, shorter than me. I replied him,&lt;br /&gt;"Friday can wear class t-shirt, camp shirt, so long got school logo."&lt;br /&gt;I admit I wanted to tell him only Prefects and upper sec have the privilege to wear, but I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRuWIdNqI/AAAAAAAAC-E/kpllJmJFsu4/s1600-h/DSC06502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389261438236322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRuWIdNqI/AAAAAAAAC-E/kpllJmJFsu4/s320/DSC06502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRu2IdNrI/AAAAAAAAC-M/SzX66Ru1kxI/s1600-h/DSC06505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389270028170930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRu2IdNrI/AAAAAAAAC-M/SzX66Ru1kxI/s320/DSC06505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRu2IdNsI/AAAAAAAAC-U/HUI9sFe2A_Y/s1600-h/DSC06506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389270028170946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRu2IdNsI/AAAAAAAAC-U/HUI9sFe2A_Y/s320/DSC06506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long never cam whore with Charlotte already! Haha! We look so ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRvWIdNtI/AAAAAAAAC-c/-jod8iGy5-w/s1600-h/DSC06516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389278618105554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRvWIdNtI/AAAAAAAAC-c/-jod8iGy5-w/s320/DSC06516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRvWIdNuI/AAAAAAAAC-k/cjBYlYUrquE/s1600-h/DSC06520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389278618105570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRvWIdNuI/AAAAAAAAC-k/cjBYlYUrquE/s320/DSC06520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got punished because I had no more P.E shirts left to wear for St John, Luckily, Aglin came to my rescue:DD Lets give her a big &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; round of applause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renny almost made my sec3 life suck again, in POA, I asked Mr Ong if he taught Andrew before because Mr Ong said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALMOST ALL&lt;/span&gt; got Distinction. Then Mr Ong said Yes, and I was ohh. Then he asked me how I know Andrew, then Renny cut it,&lt;br /&gt;"Her boyfriend ma."&lt;br /&gt;And I was giving my blur face, and Mr Ong was still grinning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I was practically half shouting," RENNY HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! CHURCH FRIEND NIA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that freaking Karan was like," HUH?! You mean the NCC Andrew? You know him?"&lt;br /&gt;I said ya again. Then he asked the exact same thing Renny said,&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR BOYFRIEND IS ANDREW?!"&lt;br /&gt;I was going to die there and then on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;"HE IS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; MY BOYFRIEND! I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T HAVE&lt;/span&gt; A BOYFRIEND."&lt;br /&gt;By now, half the class was paying attention to our ridiculous fight, and Mr Ong was just standing there doing NOTHING. Then Joshua piped up,&lt;br /&gt;"Yah lorh, she like Dillion lah." And I said, "That is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO NOT&lt;/span&gt; true." and he said, " Then Vincent lorh."&lt;br /&gt;I was going to scream at him but luckily Mr Ong diverted he class's attention to the whiteboard,&lt;br /&gt;and that settled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church we had to spill to the overflow room cause the Auditorium was full. Stingy people, we could have sat on the floor you know, but nooooo, they didn't let. After the whole thing ended I pass Andrew his present and like, Jasmin and Jeremy was chanting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biased, biased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was like, sian, I think I'lll starve this whole week if I can't find the presents I bought from Japan. And like, RAWR, Andrew thinks I like him just because a stupid fortune cookie he opened said that he'll recieve a present from someone who likes him, or someone he likes, or someone whatever. And since I gave him, means I like him? Heck, I only gave him the present cause my stupid mouth told him I'm giving a T-shirt to Noel and because Andrew went, "oohhh i seeeeeee" in the MSN conversation, and I didn't want him to get any wrong ideas, I gave him one too. And looked what happened. I think I won't be giving guys anymore presents unless I'm getting one in return:DD Kidding. But yeah, I won't be giving guys who are not my cell member or leader any presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;I wonder if you told him,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he knew,&lt;br /&gt;for the fortune cookie just can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;I know I still like him,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not alot,&lt;br /&gt;but I still think you told him,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't trust you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-2353917987120345160?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/2353917987120345160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=2353917987120345160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2353917987120345160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/2353917987120345160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-i-went-to-school-like-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4gRuWIdNqI/AAAAAAAAC-E/kpllJmJFsu4/s72-c/DSC06502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-3885571292826701711</id><published>2008-01-10T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:43.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I laughed alot. Especially in the morning. Charlotte, Mark, Yew Kiong, Rahul and I were like walking walking walking then suddenly, we stop in the middle of the parade square and talk, and like, everyone was practically looking at the bunch of prefects talking in the MIDDLE. Anyway, in F&amp;amp;N Syafiq and Faaiz, also known as Sergent Dolah( is it spelt like that? the officer in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Police and Thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) then, when we go annoy Faaiz, he give the Dolah Stare. I shall take a photo of it next time:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_rWIdNmI/AAAAAAAAC9k/s4lLo3VPcAA/s1600-h/DSC06477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806468735907426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_rWIdNmI/AAAAAAAAC9k/s4lLo3VPcAA/s320/DSC06477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_rmIdNnI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Nau4fq7URGg/s1600-h/DSC06479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806473030874738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_rmIdNnI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Nau4fq7URGg/s320/DSC06479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin, who are you looking at? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_r2IdNoI/AAAAAAAAC90/5xAyh5_i204/s1600-h/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806477325842050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_r2IdNoI/AAAAAAAAC90/5xAyh5_i204/s320/DSC06487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_sGIdNpI/AAAAAAAAC98/ycz2wNDvqF0/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806481620809362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_sGIdNpI/AAAAAAAAC98/ycz2wNDvqF0/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feydric was carrying my bag, LOL, I felt so bimbotic then. He and Wilbert were trying to act gay. Oh and I have this feeling that Syafiq and Faaiz will hate their Sec3 life because they are the butt of jokes in F&amp;amp;N and POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to S11 today by myself, Andrew did guide me via phone, but I still ended up hopelessly lost at first, then when I did reach S11, I couldn't find the shop. Then at the end I retreated back to the Interchange, I'll go back again this Saturday with someone who KNOWS the way. Haha, Andrew says next time he bring me go tour for free, haa, I feel so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eleanor on the bus today:DD I'm taller than her now, YAY. The whole bus now knows my name cause she pratically &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shouted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; my name. "ZOIE TAN!" The guys at the back of the bus, unknown to me, were laughing away. So crap. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from arm cramp because I spent 20minutes writing, NEATLY and NICELY, 318words. So pro right, Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-3885571292826701711?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/3885571292826701711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=3885571292826701711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3885571292826701711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/3885571292826701711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-laughed-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4X_rWIdNmI/AAAAAAAAC9k/s4lLo3VPcAA/s72-c/DSC06477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-1699616481804899158</id><published>2008-01-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:25:58.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Temasek Poly</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my school is bringing us to Temasek Poly Open House. I just remembered Jeremy studies there. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JEREMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;studies there. Gah. I wonder what will happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-1699616481804899158?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/1699616481804899158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=1699616481804899158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1699616481804899158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/1699616481804899158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/temasek-poly.html' title='Temasek Poly'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-7457851291090422197</id><published>2008-01-09T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:44.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour.'/><title type='text'>Blahh</title><content type='html'>Rained today. Had to assemble in the Hall, harder to out reach)): Anyway, I haven't comfirm if WeiMing and Joel can come, too busy to go kajiao them:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaS2IdNiI/AAAAAAAAC9E/b_dVBrB5xU0/s1600-h/DSC06449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153413522177996322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaS2IdNiI/AAAAAAAAC9E/b_dVBrB5xU0/s320/DSC06449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodled this in Chinese lesson. Okay, so not doodled. Sketched. And for those pesky people, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; drawing me with another guy, my crush, or even boyfriend. The girl is not me at all! Took the entire lesson to complete, I'm such a hardworking artist! Kidding:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTGIdNjI/AAAAAAAAC9M/nyON3doslnQ/s1600-h/DSC06452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153413526472963634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTGIdNjI/AAAAAAAAC9M/nyON3doslnQ/s320/DSC06452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTWIdNkI/AAAAAAAAC9U/hHyPj8EFG4M/s1600-h/DSC06456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153413530767930946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTWIdNkI/AAAAAAAAC9U/hHyPj8EFG4M/s320/DSC06456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem so dumb. My friend shot this of me while I was being, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-whatever-ish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. During Recess, Charlotte go shout the new teacher's name, he was an ex-changkat student, "JERALD!" Then the teacher blur blur turn around, very funny:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funnier thing is that, when Mark and Charlotte were eating, the Auntie who was supposed to keep the plates, came up to Mark from behind, took his fork and spoon, shook the chicken off, said something in some weird language which was not chinese or english and went on to snatch Charlotte's fork and spoon too. We were all going, "Huh?" And the Auntie continued rambling and pointing to Sharmane's utensils. Turns out, Mark and Charlotte wasn't using the Muslim utensils cause they were eating from the Muslim stall. Super funny. Mark kept insisting he got Spooned. And he said he thought the Auntie was going to rape him. Really stupid but it sent me and the rest laughing like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In POA, Wilbert kept annoying Syafiq and Renny annoying Faaiz. I forgot what I said but Joshua thought I said I wanted to stead Faaiz and I was like,&lt;br /&gt;"NO WAY, HE SO FAT AND UGLY, MY TASTE NOT SO BAD SIA!"&lt;br /&gt;And I said it so freaking loud, he heard it and like, Thiam Seng, Renny and Joshua was laughing cause Faaiz kept staring at Feydric, like as if he said it. So funny! I know I'm not good looking and what so ever but I was telling the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTmIdNlI/AAAAAAAAC9c/VNfMdzUiO4I/s1600-h/DSC06458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153413535062898258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaTmIdNlI/AAAAAAAAC9c/VNfMdzUiO4I/s320/DSC06458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot photo:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-7457851291090422197?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/7457851291090422197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=7457851291090422197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7457851291090422197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/7457851291090422197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/blahh.html' title='Blahh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4SaS2IdNiI/AAAAAAAAC9E/b_dVBrB5xU0/s72-c/DSC06449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-8394269985210514563</id><published>2008-01-08T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:44.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4NM52IdNgI/AAAAAAAAC80/tMmBXNKKuxg/s1600-h/DSC06448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153046955309217282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4NM52IdNgI/AAAAAAAAC80/tMmBXNKKuxg/s320/DSC06448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this guy's feet on the way home today, he had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spongebob &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tattooed on one leg, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;patrick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; tattooed on the other foot. Very cute! Anyway, I asked Joel and Wei Ming to come church. I couldn't find Li Lin after school, )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing after recess immediately when Renny stepped into class, his first word was, " SEX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same old Renny&lt;/span&gt;, uh. After school went with SuTieng, YingLing and the rest to BK to eat, study and slack. Just nice Gen1.3 were there too, first time see Valerie in her school uniform, so mina! Hahaa, then Andrew came, I think he went to collect his pay. Su Tieng didn't eat, I wonder if she's hungry:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to TP for their Open House on Thursday. ARGH, can't meet up Dionne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. So frustrating. Maybe after I come back from TP Open House then meet her up if it's not too late. I'm tired of open houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies are doing better:DD I'm still can catch up with my homework, not fall asleep in class, balance Ministry and Prefect Duties, understand what teacher is saying and most of all, getting along with the people of Changkat((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new room is completed. It's used as a laundry room. How pathetic. We have a new room yet it's getting wasted like that. I wish I lived in Simei, or Tampines. How many times have I said that in my blog? Haha! I gotta go weep over forgetting to bring my Physics Textbook home now, Au Revior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-8394269985210514563?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/8394269985210514563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=8394269985210514563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8394269985210514563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/8394269985210514563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/saw-this-guys-feet-on-way-home-today-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4NM52IdNgI/AAAAAAAAC80/tMmBXNKKuxg/s72-c/DSC06448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29158103.post-6373541631159959215</id><published>2008-01-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:46:27.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems.'/><title type='text'>Stop the addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Stop my addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;I think I'm addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Somehow, I think I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;but I just want to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;what's really on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Just slap me awake please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Cause I really want to concenrate on other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;My addiction is slowly killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29158103-6373541631159959215?l=definezoiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/feeds/6373541631159959215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29158103&amp;postID=6373541631159959215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6373541631159959215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29158103/posts/default/6373541631159959215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://definezoiee.blogspot.com/2008/01/stop-addiction.html' title='Stop the addiction'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</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-29158103.post-634822486315231214</id><published>2008-01-07T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:47.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>Pictures of Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HySWIdNcI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Pg8sDtzYM_A/s1600-h/DSC06423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152665845681173954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HySWIdNcI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Pg8sDtzYM_A/s320/DSC06423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HySmIdNdI/AAAAAAAAC8c/gLAOc3k-KQE/s1600-h/DSC06424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152665849976141266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HySmIdNdI/AAAAAAAAC8c/gLAOc3k-KQE/s320/DSC06424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon's new hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HyS2IdNeI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JQXjEpOxtFI/s1600-h/DSC06428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152665854271108578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HyS2IdNeI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JQXjEpOxtFI/s320/DSC06428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HyTGIdNfI/AAAAAAAAC8s/0yS1bCwBugo/s1600-h/DSC06429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152665858566075890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HyTGIdNfI/AAAAAAAAC8s/0yS1bCwBugo/s320/DSC06429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw7WIdNWI/AAAAAAAAC7k/JuOc-gPYFfk/s1600-h/DSC06431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152664351032554850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw7WIdNWI/AAAAAAAAC7k/JuOc-gPYFfk/s320/DSC06431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw7mIdNXI/AAAAAAAAC7s/EuYn80D7unQ/s1600-h/DSC06432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152664355327522162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw7mIdNXI/AAAAAAAAC7s/EuYn80D7unQ/s320/DSC06432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring with Nerissa in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so I didn't give up. I couldn't. I'm like that, each time I say I want to give up, God tells me not to, something is just insisting for me not to. I won't give up, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, partnered Feydric during Home Econs. Made Claypot Chicken Rice which we threw away cause it was freaking disgusting. Then we made cheezy cupcakes that we both fought over.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Thiam Seng's cupcakes went inside instead of rising:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8GIdNYI/AAAAAAAAC70/LYbjNcmJM0M/s1600-h/DSC06435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152664363917456770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8GIdNYI/AAAAAAAAC70/LYbjNcmJM0M/s320/DSC06435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks weirrrdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8WIdNZI/AAAAAAAAC78/k13U1A3eM9I/s1600-h/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152664368212424082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8WIdNZI/AAAAAAAAC78/k13U1A3eM9I/s320/DSC06436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours, and that's Dric's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8WIdNaI/AAAAAAAAC8E/3zYo9cuCl1o/s1600-h/DSC06438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152664368212424098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hw8WIdNaI/AAAAAAAAC8E/3zYo9cuCl1o/s320/DSC06438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feydric. I couldn't get a shot of him with the cupcakes which he so badly wanted:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwaGIdNRI/AAAAAAAAC68/KTqvJ3XcF6U/s1600-h/DSC06439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152663779801904402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwaGIdNRI/AAAAAAAAC68/KTqvJ3XcF6U/s320/DSC06439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwaWIdNSI/AAAAAAAAC7E/j3LoABzuVL0/s1600-h/DSC06441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152663784096871714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwaWIdNSI/AAAAAAAAC7E/j3LoABzuVL0/s320/DSC06441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one looks more edible? The one we cooked, the top one, or Joshua and Thiam Seng's one? Haa, our rice is like, hard. And looks like plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I did cry in school. For a good and/or stupid cause. I shall not state what. Went to BK with the rest and surprisingly WenYang and Pohuat did their homework, the rest just slacked.&lt;br /&gt;And JinnSong camwhored with SuTieng's brilliant phone! I wannnttt Japan phone like hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwamIdNTI/AAAAAAAAC7M/P8YJyRvUwPo/s1600-h/DSC06443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152663788391839026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwamIdNTI/AAAAAAAAC7M/P8YJyRvUwPo/s320/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WenYang and Pohuat, Solomon at the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hwa2IdNUI/AAAAAAAAC7U/fccWd5P6bdY/s1600-h/DSC06444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152663792686806338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4Hwa2IdNUI/AAAAAAAAC7U/fccWd5P6bdY/s320/DSC06444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YokFong was also studying:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwbGIdNVI/AAAAAAAAC7c/5mlqi802p9A/s1600-h/DSC06445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152663796981773650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/R4HwbGIdNVI/AAAAAAAAC7c/5mlqi802p9A/s320/DSC06445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackers, haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now 3 people know my secret:DD The person guessed it. And the person is starting a Plan Z. Wow. 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