<?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-17329305</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:22:34.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Disabled.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17329305.post-115095273666671213</id><published>2006-06-22T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:07:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ms Kwan's Open House yesterday! &lt;/strong&gt;It was quite fun. The very first thing we did was to head off to Pasir Ris Park, which was meant to be &lt;em&gt;pretty near&lt;/em&gt;, but it turned out to be quite a long walk. It took us a whole forty-five minutes just to rent bicycles, and we were already soaked in perspiration even before cycling. &lt;em&gt;Man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to rent bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyJuliet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyJuliet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyRomeo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the long wait for the rental of bicycles, the ride was quite meaningful. We stopped by the beach to catch a few shots, and Romeo had a line cutting through her. If you watched THE OMEN, you'd know that the line cutting through her predicts &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt;. But we shan't scare her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/RomeoJulietJoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others returned, Mathea, Joy, Romeo and I decided to get lost in the bushy maze. We made it to the center after so many dead ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JulietJoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ROMEO CRASHED INTO THE BUSH!&lt;/strong&gt; She couldn't control her bike while turning. Hahaha. And I had to be influenced by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyRomeo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy seriously wanted to be romantic with MY ROMEO, but the photo just turned out as if Joy had a neckache. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JULIET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joy wanted me to do an &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; shot. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/ROMEO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;sweeeeeet&lt;/em&gt; Romeo. The day wouldn't be fun without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JulietJoy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Juliet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we stopped by the playground to catch some shots. They say I'm deprived of my childhood. Nah, I'm not. In fact, &lt;u&gt;I'm still in my childhood.&lt;/u&gt; We lost our way on the way back, because we couldn't recognise Ms Kwan's house from the back. It was completely Romeo's fault! Haha. We later found out we overshot by twenty houses. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/RomeoJuliet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREDIT TO ROMEO FOR THESE PICTURES, TAKEN WITH HER OH-SO-GREAT CAMERA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yep, not leaving out Ms Kwan's dogs. Her beagle stole a chicken thing from the dustbin, while old Candy just melted my heart. She's fifteen, blind, and she limps. She walks in circles non-stop and bumps her head into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/CandyPhotobucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Candy2Photobucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWW.&lt;/em&gt; Damn, I feel so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-115095273666671213?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115095273666671213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=115095273666671213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/115095273666671213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/115095273666671213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ms-kwans-open-house-yesterday-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114562490323759382</id><published>2006-04-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:19:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you so.</title><content type='html'>RE lesson got too boring, so Ruoen decided to make Pei Yi a crown. Well, an &lt;em&gt;obsession crown,&lt;/em&gt; to begin with. &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This crown had a main motive. To promote the message of Pei Yi's first three crushes. (The fourth is JJ Lin, and he's the &lt;u&gt;only guy&lt;/u&gt; in the list of her crushes. HAH.) It's written in THE SMALL PRINT. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't read, I shan't recite it out to you because Pei Yi is shy about it. Ha ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruoen, trying the crown she made. (But it still looks better on Pei Yi!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PEIYI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;OBSESSION QUEEN&lt;/em&gt; herself. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pei Yi was forced to put on the crown, but she felt it was important to her. Once it was off her head, she felt something was missing. Hahha. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't ask for a better teacher than Ms Kwan. Look how she personalised Anti-Stress Kits for every single one of us! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Picture6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how much time she spent compiling everything for each student, how much ink she wasted on printing cards and how much money she spent on buying stuff like Milo packets. Haha. But there's one thing for sure, &lt;strong&gt;WE ALL &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; MS KWAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114562490323759382?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114562490323759382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114562490323759382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114562490323759382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114562490323759382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-you-so.html' title='I miss you so.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114544366285890979</id><published>2006-04-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:50:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone try too hard?</title><content type='html'>It's PFA and that's it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LOVELY HUGGABLE DI POLAR BEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; on getting through the first round of CDC interviews! :) I knew you could do it. Ha ha. &lt;p&gt;Spent some quality time as JAMPER (Janna, Amanda, Mathea, Patricia, Emilia and Ruoen) at Manda's house, filming with Patti's precious antique video-camera. It turned out well done, I must say, though we only filmed two scenes in one and a half hours. &lt;p&gt;Thank goodness the deadline is extended or we would never be able to complete it on time. &lt;p&gt;Well, there was one really unfortunate thing that happened at Amanda's. To me. I got stuck in the toilet because nobody told me the lock was spoilt and was not supposed to be locked. I should have saw that coming! But Mathea and Manda's maid came to my rescue though. Hahha. Man, that was &lt;em&gt;embarrassing.&lt;/em&gt; Mathea exaggerates though. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, check out Amanda's April 19th &lt;a href="http://flamelements.blogspot.com/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; that explains why JANNA IS SMART. Hah, for one incident only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114544366285890979?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114544366285890979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114544366285890979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114544366285890979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114544366285890979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-anyone-try-too-hard.html' title='Did anyone try too hard?'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114544423808312398</id><published>2006-04-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:57:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana pancakes.</title><content type='html'>AC wants me too. Big joke, especially to see council heads fighting over me. &lt;em&gt;BIG JOKE.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, Di, Mad is ugly. Especially the picture of him in your April 18th post. Bahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114544423808312398?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114544423808312398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114544423808312398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114544423808312398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114544423808312398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana pancakes.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114528703295522351</id><published>2006-04-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:18:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones have to grow.</title><content type='html'>I'm qualified for PFA and PC Council!&lt;p&gt;Yes, we all knew before the results were even posted up. Links, just &lt;i&gt;links&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;p&gt;I was so sure I would pick PFA over PC if I ever got into both councils, but now I'm having second thoughts about &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt;. Simply everything.&lt;p&gt;I'm being discouraged from joining PFA Council right now, because I'm only qualified to be in the sub-council, which is not very good. It shows I might never be able to get into the main council. As for PC, getting in means standing a good chance to hold a good role. Well, sort of. Because the people taken into the council don't seem to be as competitive as PFA. PFA people are &lt;i&gt;BIG-TIME&lt;/i&gt; people. Hah.&lt;p&gt;Di, I really hope you'll get into CDC. Show Louisa you can do it, and show her you're not that useless at pinning uniforms after all! You're good at other things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114528703295522351?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114528703295522351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114528703295522351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114528703295522351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114528703295522351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/bones-have-to-grow.html' title='Bones have to grow.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114517799093117436</id><published>2006-04-16T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:10:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So carry on, your &lt;a href="http://lyricsbox.com/teddy-geiger-lyrics-gentleman-dz3qm53.html/"&gt;gentleman&lt;/a&gt;. I have done all that I can. I have done all that I stand for.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;One nice one from the vampire. Ha ha, Randi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114517799093117436?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114517799093117436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114517799093117436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114517799093117436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114517799093117436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-all-you-know.html' title='For all you know.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114501229738735716</id><published>2006-04-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:36:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;DISNEY CHANNEL CIRCLE OF STARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZrr2r67bwo" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114501229738735716?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114501229738735716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114501229738735716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114501229738735716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114501229738735716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes_15.html' title='A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114500069179868781</id><published>2006-04-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:13:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Dreamz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/americandreamz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;In cinemas soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114500069179868781?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114500069179868781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114500069179868781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114500069179868781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114500069179868781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-dreamz.html' title='American Dreamz.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114499826511135736</id><published>2006-04-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:38:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-er-rama.</title><content type='html'>I might not stand a chance of getting into the PFA Council, but I think my interview went alright. &lt;p&gt;For PC Council, I can't say much. I'm not exactly sure of how they thought about my interview. &lt;p&gt;Well, I just hope I'll be able to get into a council. &lt;p&gt;---------- &lt;p&gt;After being stressed up over interviews, I went straight to Fran's house for the Drama Pot-Luck cum Bonding Session. I admit I didn't talk much because I was really tired and well, there wasn't much to say. &lt;p&gt;Fran had this really cute cat I thought looked pink under the light. The cat was &lt;em&gt;very moody.&lt;/em&gt; It scratched Dineesha till she bled. It hid in the corner on Fran's bedside table for a few moments before jumping up and leaving the room. But it actually knew how to open the door! Shocking, but I must say it's a &lt;em&gt;smart cat.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;p&gt;Fran's brother Raphael was really cute too. Adorable, in fact. (And of course more adorable than the cat!) He was really shy, but somehow tried to get all the attention he could. And Fran bullies him. AHH, bad sister! &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I agreed to finish up Maxine's banana before she exclaimed 'SHE SPOKE!'. Okay, I guess I was a little too quiet then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114499826511135736?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114499826511135736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114499826511135736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114499826511135736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114499826511135736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/d-er-rama.html' title='D-er-rama.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114499972483696803</id><published>2006-04-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:28:44.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the world sees.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently viewing the world at &lt;strong&gt;1.55m&lt;/strong&gt;, and that means a growth of 0.7cm since the start of the year!&lt;p&gt;I really don't want to be a late bloomer like Randi, but I don't seem to actually be growing.&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1.1kg&lt;/strong&gt; though, but I'm still heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114499972483696803?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114499972483696803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114499972483696803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114499972483696803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114499972483696803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-world-sees.html' title='What the world sees.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114476342362122719</id><published>2006-04-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:50:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then you can start.</title><content type='html'>Elisebeth Frippiat calls me One-sided Bandung because she thinks I have a one-sided smile. HAH, really.&lt;p&gt;I have a permanent hard bubble blister on my fourth finger of my right hand she teased me about. She thinks my engagement ring won't be able to fit when I grow up. SO MEAN.&lt;p&gt;It formed when I was in Primary Two, due to excessive writing and the hard pressing of my pen. Haha.&lt;p&gt;My mum thinks I have to go for an operation to remove it because it's too late to deflate it. We'll see how it's like when I grow up. For now, I'll just wear plasters everyday to keep it cushioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114476342362122719?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114476342362122719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114476342362122719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114476342362122719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114476342362122719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/then-you-can-start_11.html' title='Then you can start.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114448965708502221</id><published>2006-04-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:47:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TEDDY GEIGER LOOKS LIKE A VAMPIRE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randi, note. Haha.&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/TheBandungRecipe.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;p&gt;"I'll try to find a melody as beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;Find the words to say your eyes are bluer than blue.&lt;br /&gt;Fill my voice with the emotion I'm feeling for you.&lt;br /&gt;And now, when the beat is so strong, I'll give my heart in a song."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114448965708502221?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114448965708502221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114448965708502221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114448965708502221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114448965708502221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/painter.html' title='The Painter.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114441111878899951</id><published>2006-04-07T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:07:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMBER 0827.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE ANNUAL TWO POINT FOUR.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;According to Chin who used Mr Poh's "doggy-cum-wheel" distance measurer, the entire distance was TWO POINT FIVE. &lt;p&gt;But I improved anyway. Was running with Patricia the whole way, sometimes moving in front or falling back. It was her who kept me going all the way. I love Crabby Patty! (: &lt;p&gt;Part way to the ending point, I was sprinting and hearing blur calls, though I wasn't sure they were actually directed to me. I mean, how many people have names ending with &lt;em&gt;'NA'&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;p&gt;I finished in a good fifteen minutes or so, somewhat read on Patricia's stopwatch. That's a fantastic improvement, &lt;em&gt;it's like a miracle&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Most of the Sec Fours had iPods or MP3s stuck in their pockets and earpieces plastered in their ears, and &lt;u&gt;I was a fool singing in my head&lt;/u&gt;, looking at the ground and bobbing my head to Geek In The Pink. Didn't help me much, but if I were to listen to music while running, I'd be breathless because I'd want to sing. Trust me. &lt;p&gt;There were lovely people that actually cheered me on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiling&lt;/strong&gt;, who did a thumbs-up and a big smile even though she was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;, who shouted &lt;em&gt;GO JANNA!&lt;/em&gt; while we were running in opposite directions. (Yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;opposite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; directions. And that shows she was way faster than me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Anne&lt;/strong&gt;, who slapped me a high five also when we were running in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Low&lt;/strong&gt;, who beat me on the shoulder, probably out of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;REBECCA!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Rebecca who didn't forget about me. Hahha. Standing there faithfully, shouting something that sounded like &lt;em&gt;GO JANNA!&lt;/em&gt; and making me laugh everytime I pass by her. And if you count that, that's only twice. Haha. &lt;p&gt;I found it easier not to breathe after the run, rather than trying to breathe because I really couldn't. But Joy and I still found the strength to cheer some Sec Fours on. Mainly YILING!, Fran, Denise, Shirleen! (who lied to me that she was late only twice yet the truth was FIVE times and the one who refused to treat me to ice-cream. HAHAH.) and Nicole Shaan, but we couldn't find her. It turned out she had already completed her run. Haha. &lt;p&gt;Ice-cream right after runs! And deposited a mobile to teachers who found it interesting to receive free stuff. We didn't know who it belonged to anyway. Plus, Mr Tan couldn't stop his good luck thing. It turned really funny after a while, with him saying good luck REALLY sincerely. But well, if that's sincere, I don't know what sincere is anymore. &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDI ran &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;-glamorously!&lt;/u&gt; With her green bottle dangling at her side and running with that "I'M GONNA DIE" look on her face. You wouldn't even believe she was there, running. The first time I've ever seen her run properly, because all the other times, she'll be waddling like a duck. Yes, Randi? &lt;p&gt;I feel that running gives me so much satisfaction. Agree with me, Yiling? &lt;p&gt;Anyway, to come home with the computer awaiting me feels totally good. Because Jillian's at camp! Yes, at camp! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114441111878899951?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114441111878899951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114441111878899951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114441111878899951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114441111878899951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/number-0827.html' title='NUMBER 0827.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114422406239286121</id><published>2006-04-05T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:01:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeing me down.</title><content type='html'>I practically broke down immediately after the Geography Standard Test. By leaving out the last section, it already shows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWELVE MARKS GONE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, &lt;em&gt;twelve freaking marks thrown away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I learned, NEVER arrive in class late because no extra time is given when the test has already started. And and, don't expect little. So much for thinking the test was gonna be &lt;em&gt;easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, it will be the first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in 2006. The nation's gonna fall, I know it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;, if you're reading this, sorry for the bad mood in school!&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;p&gt;I hope tomorrow will be pretty much better. After all, there's so much to look forward to!&lt;p&gt;First, there's some Drama announcement at 145PM and Committee Training at 330PM! Yes, training to be a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; Second Vice. HAHA.&lt;p&gt;Mathematical Olympiad has ended! Yep, &lt;em&gt;finished! Gone! NO MORE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that means I'll be roaming around aimlessly from the time the Drama announcement ends till Committee Training starts. GRR.&lt;p&gt;Anyway. See, Jillian, my life is more exciting than yours anyhoo. I've got so much going on! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114422406239286121?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114422406239286121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114422406239286121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114422406239286121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114422406239286121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyeing-me-down.html' title='Eyeing me down.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114396697496381166</id><published>2006-04-03T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:02:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers - MANDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Rebeccasblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this really funny. This is what shows on the web bar in &lt;a href="http://onceagain-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca's blog&lt;/a&gt; when you scroll over the &lt;i&gt;Janna&lt;/i&gt; link! &lt;p&gt;I love her! Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're reading this, Rebecca, thanks for everything! I've linked.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;----- &lt;p&gt;I figured that almost every Prefect's blog talked about Parents' Night and mine didn't. I found it really fun. &lt;p&gt;I allocated the duties, so I got to work with really fun people. &lt;em&gt;Four-fifth&lt;/em&gt; of the whole time, I hung around outside my given venue, chatting or playing or working. &lt;p&gt;Chatting and playing ran on hundred per cent adrenaline and fun factor. And I sprained my back while working with chairs (Haha, &lt;strong&gt;Maxine&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't lift chairs up the stage). I continued hurting as if I was four months pregnant, and applied &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOKOYOKO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I reached home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeanette &lt;/strong&gt;was a GREAT senior for once! She treated me to Kickapoo, cared for me when my stomach hurt, exchanged my chicken Mac's burger to a fish one for me &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; she abandoned me soon after for her friends. &lt;p&gt;Anyway. For once, Prefects were allowed to use handphones openly and so I did. All this, I heard from Abu (I love Abu!) who thought I was a genius just by knowing the classes of the Sec Three Prefects. Haha. &lt;p&gt;We congratulated each other at the end of the day, and she showed me her &lt;em&gt;cosmetic bag&lt;/em&gt;. It actually seemed like a fashion show going on in school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114396697496381166?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114396697496381166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114396697496381166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114396697496381166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114396697496381166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/jonas-brothers-mandy.html' title='Jonas Brothers - MANDY!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114390442747975864</id><published>2006-04-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:37:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for me to fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/jonasbrothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonasbrothers.com/"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;a href="http://jonasbrothers.com/lyrics-day.html"&gt;Time for me to fly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to soar.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to open up my heart and knock on heaven's door." &lt;p&gt;Little Nicholas sings like a girl, but Randi likes him because he's a late bloomer like HER. Haha. &lt;p&gt;Thanks for introducing them anyway, Randi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114390442747975864?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114390442747975864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114390442747975864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114390442747975864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114390442747975864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-me-to-fly.html' title='Time for me to fly.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114387977058809162</id><published>2006-04-01T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:23:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck with sprain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;I'm offically second-vice of Drama!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, the new committee was announced yesterday.&lt;p&gt;Both Vanjill and Dineesha became Presidents.&lt;br&gt;Abu, the Secretary.&lt;br&gt;Amanda Phoa, the Stage Manager.&lt;br&gt;Rachel, the Event Planner (new role).&lt;br&gt;Abigail, the Treasurer.&lt;br&gt;Jacqueline, the Cleanliness Monitor (new role).&lt;br&gt;And, Nicole, the Wardrobe and Props Mistress.&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, and we can't forget our precious &lt;i&gt;Little Sec Four&lt;/i&gt;, SARAH LOW. She's the Senior Advisor of the new committee.&lt;p&gt;Well, congrats to Joy for becoming the Level Rep of Sec twos.&lt;p&gt;Fran continuously called me &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;the little one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, though I wasn't the only Sec Two in the committee. Hehh. But I've got lots to learn!&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ANNURSHAH!&lt;br&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RANDI!&lt;br&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave Randi a perfume labelled &lt;b&gt;RANDI&lt;/b&gt;, and she got really freaked out about it. She said everytime her eye caught sight of it, she'd have goosebumps. All because the present was named after her.&lt;p&gt;That was the best thing I could ever give her. (: A Randi for Randi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114387977058809162?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114387977058809162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114387977058809162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114387977058809162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114387977058809162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/stuck-with-sprain.html' title='Stuck with sprain.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114354592854373359</id><published>2006-03-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:43:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch break.</title><content type='html'>I practically ripped the pictures off &lt;a href="http://randishly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ran's blog&lt;/a&gt;, so I deeply apologise. (:&lt;p&gt;FM Ninety-Eight did a school invasion yesterday, and the DJs present were &lt;b&gt;Rosalyn&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Jeremy Ratnam&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/DJs.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rosalyn, as I'll try to get a solo shot of her from Randi, is an ex-SACian. She looks surprisingly different in real life. Amanda must be maddened by her favourite DJ.&lt;p&gt;So anyway, the DJs gave away FREE goodie bags if you answered ultra-simple questions. And inside contained BSB's &lt;i&gt;Never Gone&lt;/i&gt;. If I really knew what was inside, I would have gone up to get a goodie bag. I mean, who wouldn't want free albums?&lt;p&gt;But the goodie bags were gone before we knew it. They were throwing out BSB's posters too. And everyone seated in front were in a treat. And Drama girls were supposed to be seated in front. Yet I was right at the back because I arrived late. Yes, DRAMA GIRLS. IN FRONT. If so, I could really have gotten at least a poster.&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ronin&lt;/u&gt; were in after the DJs, and it was satisfying enough. Randi could not resist the urge to snap away pictures of the guys she claims jump topless on MTV. Hah. The lead singer was an albino with quite a nice voice except when he screeches or seems to scream out the highest pitch he could ever go. The songs they sang were pretty familiar. Well, they're played on radio that's why.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Ronin.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh. And you know SAC girls. How they yell over rock boys.&lt;p&gt;Though the whole thing turned out really boring, I wanted to get &lt;u&gt;Rosalyn's autograph&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA.&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;p&gt;Went shopping for shoes today! Ended up with Trail ones like Ruoen's, but it was &lt;i&gt;really cheap&lt;/i&gt;. So why not get them? After all, North Stars get mixed up ALL THE TIME. Like Gladys (a size 7) who wore my shoes and made a hole in them. Because hello? I'm a size 5.&lt;p&gt;Well, I ended up with much more things then I expected to get, like stationery and &lt;b&gt;Joy's birthday present!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of birthdays, Randi's birthday is in a few hours time!&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wouldn't guess what I'm giving her. Because it's unique, and it's rare.&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Till then, LOVES ya'll!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114354592854373359?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114354592854373359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114354592854373359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114354592854373359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114354592854373359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/pitch-break.html' title='Pitch break.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114346247839921697</id><published>2006-03-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:31:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse it for another.</title><content type='html'>Of all occupations avaiblable, I wouldn't choose to be an &lt;em&gt;AEROPLANE&lt;/em&gt;, like the Sec One Drama girls did. Because if I was offered to be a pilot, I wouldn't mind. But not literally an aeroplane!&lt;p&gt;To add to the surprise, Chin joined in the 'aeroplane crowd'. Hah. How serious can this get? They should really attend a career talk. You know, to choose an ambition like being a pilot, rather than well, an aeroplane.&lt;p&gt;Okay, things are looking up on the &lt;font color="white"&gt;brightest of bright&lt;/font&gt; today. I've finally pulled away from props. Because I'm handling a camera with Randi and Joy!&lt;p&gt;This camera is way cooler than the digital camera cum video camcorder cum MP3 of Justin's, even though that was already &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;. The camera we're using is an antique one. Well, one that costs above a thousand bucks (according to Justin) and we're gonna be able to carry it round on our shoulders like real cameramen.&lt;p&gt;The playback couldn't work, and the camera was in black and white, but we're told the colour comes later. It got so cool, everyone was attracted to it. Hah. We filmed dirty scenes, PG scenes and hilarious scenes. &lt;s&gt;PARENTAL GUIDANCE ADVISED.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldn't mind a camera like that! We're not filming all the scenes in our production. Ours is more of a behind-the-scenes camera - what happens after the "CUT".&lt;p&gt;Producer life is much the cooler for me.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Yi Ling did my Math again! But I firmly repeat, I'm &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; blindly copying them. They work as a great reference.&lt;p&gt;Oh and, the last part of the day made me really happy. Blessings come after misfortune, don't they just?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114346247839921697?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114346247839921697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114346247839921697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114346247839921697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114346247839921697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/confuse-it-for-another.html' title='Confuse it for another.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114337725540458934</id><published>2006-03-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:47:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordplay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do pictures speak the truth, or do they lie?&lt;p&gt;"Don't judge it by the colour, confuse it for another.&lt;br /&gt;You might regret what you let slip away.&lt;br /&gt;Like the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyricsbox.com/jason-mraz-lyrics-geek-in-the-pink-kvv2m29.html/"&gt;geek in the pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114337725540458934?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114337725540458934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114337725540458934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114337725540458934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114337725540458934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/wordplay.html' title='Wordplay.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114327077977349583</id><published>2006-03-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:13:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell the world I love.</title><content type='html'>Now it's getting unbelievable. The whole thing's scaring me. It was something I wished for and was sure of it, yet now it seems far away. &lt;p&gt;"We could be more than just &lt;a href="http://lyricsbox.com/westlife-lyrics-amazing-zftp7kc.html/"&gt;amazing&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114327077977349583?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114327077977349583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114327077977349583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114327077977349583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114327077977349583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/tell-world-i-love.html' title='Tell the world I love.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114320212441848121</id><published>2006-03-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:08:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding the world.</title><content type='html'>Finally, the WOWs of the first weekend of the second term.&lt;p&gt;Well, Drama wasn't all that bad today. Us three producers just had to handle Justin's digital camera without even recording. And for once, I got away from props. The rest of the time was dedicated to rest and talk. And walk.&lt;p&gt;Speaking of walking, Yi Ling cannot walk! HAH. She blocked the entire spiral staircase just by walking down it because she's got unwell legs. (: Feeling guilty for blocking people behind us, she had to jump right down the last few steps. Haha.&lt;p&gt;And thanks much to Yi Ling too, for she actually did all my 28 Math questions for me. But rest assured I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; blindly copying them. I'm looking through them and doing them on my own, but her answers will work as a very good reference. I definitely can't claim her work as mine, especially with such &lt;em&gt;beautiful handwriting&lt;/em&gt;. Hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114320212441848121?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114320212441848121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114320212441848121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114320212441848121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114320212441848121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/holding-world.html' title='Holding the world.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114311668264156321</id><published>2006-03-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:28:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Rain or Come Shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I FORGOT TO CATCH RANDI ON TV!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reminded myself to set a reminder which I kind of forgot to, so there goes my BIG chance on seeing my &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; friend become a &lt;strong&gt;star&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;---------- &lt;p&gt;I'm suffering. I have so much stuff I'm trying to get off my back. And I try to stay awake during lessons everyday. I find it really hard to sleep right in front of the teacher. And I'm boring Amanda with my growing silence day by day. HAH. &lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I'm interested in three-six. Hahs. Well, if I had a choice. &lt;p&gt;---------- &lt;p&gt;Katharine McPhee made it again! Her songs are getting better by the week, and Randi just finds her "quite a good singer". Ahhh. &lt;p&gt;For now, I'm trying to get as many songs as I can; mostly from resourceful people. And Randi, &lt;s&gt;YOU'RE STRIKED OFF MY RESOURCEFUL LIST.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey girl, I wanna&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://lyricsbox.com/click-five-the-lyrics-catch-your-wave-mhrzcqg.html/"&gt;catch your wave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, I wanna drift away with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114311668264156321?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114311668264156321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114311668264156321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114311668264156321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114311668264156321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-rain-or-come-shine.html' title='Come Rain or Come Shine.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114300931433861831</id><published>2006-03-22T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:35:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were You.</title><content type='html'>I've just been offered something I never expected would happen and I'm &lt;u&gt;taking it up.&lt;/u&gt; Yeh, you know what. &lt;p&gt;I'm having my first-week syndromes, I seem to be having constant urges to use my toilet bowl every single day. Well, it's the third day and I'll try to kill this syndrome before Friday. &lt;p&gt;But it's good to be back! Well, sort of. At least I came across &lt;em&gt;happy incidents&lt;/em&gt; like my offer, and umm, just happy stuff. But I still don't enjoy the fact that I've returned to my usual seat in front of the teacher's table. &lt;p&gt;My eyes fall out to the corridor every now and then, usually to find Fran outside blowing me kisses. HAH. I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; get distracted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;a href="http://lyricsbox.com/hoobastank-lyrics-if-i-were-you-3lrqpvl.html/"&gt;If I were you&lt;/a&gt;, holding the world right in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;the first thing I'd do is thank the stars for all that I have."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114300931433861831?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114300931433861831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114300931433861831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114300931433861831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114300931433861831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-were-you.html' title='If I Were You.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114266212554671278</id><published>2006-03-18T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:13:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the black.</title><content type='html'>I stole this really cute comic strip from my sister, and found it really matches the situation of Randi's. Yes, Randi's officially moving today and she says she'll be staying opposite a &lt;strong&gt;DOG&lt;/strong&gt;. So I figured this would happen.  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/comicstripone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/comicstriptwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/comicstripthree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/comicstripfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, good luck to her little Madrid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114266212554671278?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114266212554671278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114266212554671278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114266212554671278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114266212554671278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/cut-black.html' title='Cut the black.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114257022077518114</id><published>2006-03-17T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:45:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Believe.</title><content type='html'>Weezer's &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbox.com/weezer-lyrics-perfect-situation-1sfh355.html/"&gt;Perfect Situation&lt;/a&gt; is stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has it, do send it over.&lt;p&gt;------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;* SPOILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found some &lt;strong&gt;episode synopsis&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411008/episodes#year-2006/"&gt;Lost Season 2&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(To read, scroll down and start from the first synopsis given in Season 2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, this isn't for Lost fans like Randi because it tells more than you should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114257022077518114?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114257022077518114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114257022077518114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114257022077518114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114257022077518114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/make-believe.html' title='Make Believe.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114251532203050918</id><published>2006-03-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:22:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text.</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to go on the holiday trip I go for every holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I guess movies can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114251532203050918?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114251532203050918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114251532203050918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114251532203050918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114251532203050918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/text.html' title='Text.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114242836774297574</id><published>2006-03-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:12:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/razrv32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT THIS PHONE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owing to the fact that my contract specifies a trade-in for a new phone only after two years, I can't get my Motorola Razr V3. And if you were wondering when my contract hits two years, it's way in September. &lt;p&gt;By that time, the value of the Razr would probably be zero and the phone will be really outdated. &lt;p&gt;But how badly I want this phone, you never know. I think it's really cool because it's really slim. But after all, I've stuck to Nokia for many years. I might have a problem in using another model. &lt;p&gt;I did use Siemens and Motorola before, if you track back to when I first got a handphone in P3, before I actually stabilised myself with Nokia. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So to get or not to get a Razr in September&lt;/em&gt;, that is the question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114242836774297574?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114242836774297574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114242836774297574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114242836774297574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114242836774297574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/razr.html' title='Razr.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114224482954404745</id><published>2006-03-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:06:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered yellow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Randi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has established an acting career!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She'll be &lt;em&gt;on screen&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday, &lt;em&gt;23rd March,&lt;/em&gt; at 730PM on CNA channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NATIONAL TV. Note that, because it's too great a thing to achieve. Hahha. I'm proud of her anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;----------------- &lt;p&gt;Call it falteration of loyalty, and I take no effort in hiding it. I'm taken to being backstage in Drama, but I'm made to do all physical work yet it goes unappreciated. Well, not really. &lt;p&gt;Drama's been getting soooo over-boring, I just can't stand the thought of even being there. But after all, it's my CCA and I can't just skip whenever I want to because I'm bent on achieving a &lt;em&gt;hundred per cent &lt;/em&gt;attendance. &lt;p&gt;But still, I don't look forward to any Drama sessions at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114224482954404745?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114224482954404745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114224482954404745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114224482954404745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114224482954404745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/scattered-yellow.html' title='Scattered yellow.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114209556601825673</id><published>2006-03-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:42:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's mystery seems so faded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've secured the seventh Harry Potter book as my birthday present for this year! But come to think of it, it might not even be released by the time my birthday comes.&lt;p&gt;Out of boredom, I stayed up till &lt;em&gt;ONEFORTY&lt;/em&gt; in the morning and decided to edit this pre-made template to use. I'm thankful for whoever made this, because I'm really satisfied with it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/DeadMansChest3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean,&lt;/em&gt; and Amanda's fave - Keira Knightley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114209556601825673?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114209556601825673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114209556601825673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114209556601825673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114209556601825673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-mystery-seems-so-faded.html' title='Life&apos;s mystery seems so faded.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114209460075337576</id><published>2006-03-11T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:30:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McPhee.</title><content type='html'>Watched Nanny McPhee today. I found it predictable and boring. Heh!&lt;p&gt;It was, of course, much thanks to Amanda. Love you!&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;McPheever. - Katharine, American Idol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114209460075337576?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114209460075337576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114209460075337576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114209460075337576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114209460075337576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/mcphee.html' title='McPhee.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114190328936690939</id><published>2006-03-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:53:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lash out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been more embarrassed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;I spoilt the whole Olympiad class earlier this afternoon. I got angry at Mathea, threw my bottle (which had been mostly the subject) at her, screamed - "JANNA!" - and started crying all of a sudden. Don't even ask me why I cried, I have completely no idea. &lt;p&gt;Mathea started crying too. The coach offered me tissue which I then offered to Mathea and he wanted to cry too. Said it was &lt;em&gt;touching&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;So there. Everything was wrecked. And I feel sorry. &lt;p&gt;Haha. But we ended up in laughs and a really tight hug, so now I think back, the whole thing was really funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114190328936690939?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114190328936690939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114190328936690939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114190328936690939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114190328936690939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/lash-out.html' title='Lash out.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114181954190702951</id><published>2006-03-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:05:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've heard enough of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114181954190702951?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114181954190702951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114181954190702951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114181954190702951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114181954190702951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-girl.html' title='The story of a girl.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114174463841498358</id><published>2006-03-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:17:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced on the wrong track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt; loves &lt;em&gt;Runaway Train&lt;/em&gt;! It's such a sweet song. Hahah. Thanks much for sending it to me, bestie! (:&lt;p&gt;I've been getting so busy, I really haven't the time to actually blog. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114174463841498358?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114174463841498358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114174463841498358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114174463841498358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114174463841498358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/forced-on-wrong-track.html' title='Forced on the wrong track.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114174449196902196</id><published>2006-03-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:14:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better let love depart.</title><content type='html'>My treasure is destroyed.&lt;p&gt;I repeat, my treasure is &lt;em&gt;destroyed&lt;/em&gt;. Don't ask why.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos&lt;/strong&gt; to my stupid computer that never fails to irriate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos&lt;/strong&gt; to my stupid printer that can't print properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos&lt;/strong&gt; to homework, I don't need the extra knowledge, no thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114174449196902196?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114174449196902196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114174449196902196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114174449196902196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114174449196902196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/better-let-love-depart.html' title='Better let love depart.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114146395288662555</id><published>2006-03-04T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:19:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen.</title><content type='html'>I never knew that when you take the cover of a Harry Potter book off, it reveals a solid coloured book with nothing on it. It almost looked like a bible, except for the spine which merely states the title of the book. Surely I never noticed that before? &lt;p&gt;I've already started on my sixth book, which gives me alot of a headstart if Amanda wants to challenge me. &lt;p&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;AMANDA,&lt;/strong&gt; I deeply extend my apologies to you. I couldn't resist the temptation to read it once I peeled the plastic off the book! SORRY.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114146395288662555?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114146395288662555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114146395288662555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114146395288662555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114146395288662555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/unseen.html' title='Unseen.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114139245557887023</id><published>2006-03-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:11:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way beyond cute.</title><content type='html'>We've switched places! Amanda and I are now sitting &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT UNDER THE TEACHER'S NOSE&lt;/strong&gt;. And that means a great difficulty just talking or whispering to each other. &lt;p&gt;Amanda already had a not-good-to-sit-in-front-of-the-teacher experience today, when one of the teachers accidentally showered her with sputter. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Drama went alright&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;today. As I believe, I think I'm going to have alot of hard work. Because of all things, I'm made to shift props. And that's probably the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the three jobs - including makeup and costumes (which Joy and Randi took respectively). Makeup and costumes, to me, are definitely not what I'd call &lt;em&gt;my forte.&lt;/em&gt; So I'm in no position to give my complaints. Well, I did feel happy for &lt;strong&gt;some things &lt;/strong&gt;yet sad for &lt;strong&gt;some things &lt;/strong&gt;today. You'll never guess. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and, Annurshah wants me to get her a fighting fish for her birthday. Seriously.&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/17329305-114139245557887023?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114139245557887023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114139245557887023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114139245557887023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114139245557887023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/way-beyond-cute.html' title='Way beyond cute.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114078638082780762</id><published>2006-02-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:12:22.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant in the little.</title><content type='html'>We chatted about siblings today! And the subject of it was stuck in my mind the &lt;em&gt;whole day&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;So when I got home, I unconciously said, &lt;b&gt;"I want an older sister. Maybe.. maybe the age of seventeen".&lt;/b&gt; And then something just hurled at me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HAVE A SISTER OF SEVENTEEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Am I an idiot or what? I swear, it totally slipped my mind... &lt;p&gt;Okay. Then there was &lt;u&gt;Drama.&lt;/u&gt; We were made to clear out the hidden Props' Room we never knew existed. We kind of did nothing - us trio. But, we found something so clearly interesting to us, we gave up everything we were supposed to do and started to get excited. &lt;p&gt;We found &lt;strong&gt;PHOTOGRAPHS!&lt;/strong&gt; Of Drama girls before. And who's that we saw? &lt;em&gt;Little Yiling with two ponytails. Little Nicole with two ponytails. Little Sarah with two ponytails.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CUTE, TO THE FURTHEST EXTENT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;We tried to deliver the photographs to them as soon as possible, but ended up with road blocks at every staircase we went. (Why must they shut the damn shutters?) I had a stitch before even getting to the Drama Room where people started snatching the photographs. &lt;p&gt;I was so sure I wanted to get hold of the photographs to post them up on my blog, especially those of the ponytailed Yiling, Nicole and Sarah, but they took the photographs away to paste it up on the Drama board. Ah well. &lt;p&gt;Quotes, I learnt today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114078638082780762?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114078638082780762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114078638082780762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114078638082780762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114078638082780762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/rant-in-little.html' title='Rant in the little.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114069909025438622</id><published>2006-02-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:51:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond reach.</title><content type='html'>Anyone been catching American Idol lately? &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;KATHERINE MCPHEE&lt;/b&gt; can so sing.&lt;br /&gt;She was noted &lt;u&gt;the best&lt;/u&gt; (by Simon Cowell) and I totally agree! I loved her voice since her first auditions, and her performances are so good. &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Envy is the only thing it could be" - &lt;b&gt;Ugly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114069909025438622?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114069909025438622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114069909025438622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114069909025438622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114069909025438622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/beyond-reach.html' title='Beyond reach.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114035497074631311</id><published>2006-02-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:18:25.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Randi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Randi-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you, I'll miss you more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- &lt;b&gt;RANDI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would never have believed that came out of her mouth. Especially when it was directed &lt;b&gt;to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114035497074631311?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114035497074631311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114035497074631311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114035497074631311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114035497074631311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicated-to-randi.html' title='Dedicated to Randi.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114033000915262699</id><published>2006-02-19T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:49:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable with my style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"People are all the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we only get judged by what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I'm &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt; then so are you."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's a wonder how my MP3 battery goes completely flat, yet it can still replay my song over and over again. And I don't know why I don't get bored of the song I keep replaying, which is currently forced-stuck in my head now. Yes, you know which song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114033000915262699?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114033000915262699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114033000915262699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114033000915262699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114033000915262699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/comfortable-with-my-style.html' title='Comfortable with my style.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114018955137739755</id><published>2006-02-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:58:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm missing Valentine's already. &lt;p&gt;It's been four days now and I'm still giving and waiting to receive presents. (Just received a muffin from Sarah yesterday!) &lt;p&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;I'M NOT WELL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, that is. But poor girl, been sick for almost a week now. Just give her another 24 hours to make it &lt;em&gt;a week.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess the computer does good for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114018955137739755?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114018955137739755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114018955137739755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114018955137739755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114018955137739755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/chalk.html' title='Chalk.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-114018991301118066</id><published>2006-02-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:58:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty.</title><content type='html'>Remind me why I still attend Drama when we're always un-needed there. But come to think of it, we'll be needed real soon. We're so &lt;em&gt;important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Joy and I came up with this song to describe US. And here's it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;My name is Janna, her name is Joy.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Joy, her name is Janna.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Randi, my name is Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Randi, my name is Janna.&lt;br /&gt;We are The Trio.&lt;br /&gt;The Trio, The Trio.&lt;br /&gt;We are The Drama Trio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it was really nice. Hah hah. Oh and, we're having a &lt;strong&gt;Drama Idol&lt;/strong&gt; this Monday. It was kind of inspired by the whole SAC Idol thing going on. And I definitely doubt the wantings of singing... &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This thing's really getting out of hand.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-114018991301118066?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114018991301118066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=114018991301118066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114018991301118066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/114018991301118066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/dusty.html' title='Dusty.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113999137358506690</id><published>2006-02-15T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:11:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Gifts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From &lt;b&gt;Xiaoqi, &lt;em&gt;my only loved one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/copycopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amanda &lt;em&gt;"The-Girl-Next-Door"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/copytriple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Francesca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"MY CHOCOLATE!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/copydouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/starry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicole-Marie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/heary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other gifts included:&lt;br /&gt;Party packs, sweets and lollipops from &lt;em&gt;Shirleen, Pei Rong, Joy, Angela, Angela's sister Christina and Tricia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart phone chain from &lt;em&gt;Rachelle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real rose from &lt;em&gt;Xiaoqi.&lt;/em&gt; Aw, how sweet. But she got it free from the metoyou people. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Pot pourri, however you spell it, from &lt;em&gt;Randi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, an unknown brown edible thing from &lt;em&gt;Lizzac&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS FOR ALL THE GIFTS!&lt;/strong&gt; Lovelies, you all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if I didn't mention your name, kindly remind me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113999137358506690?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113999137358506690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113999137358506690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113999137358506690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113999137358506690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-gifts.html' title='Valentine Gifts.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113981832812188879</id><published>2006-02-13T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:12:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY.</title><content type='html'>My new template's up! Took it off &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt; because I was tired of my Brittany Brower one and Jillian wouldn't make me a new one. Heh heh.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thanks to the ex-girls we got a half-day today. I was busy sorting out my Valentine's gifts for tomorrow. I haven't completed writing the cards yet. There's gonna be alot to lag around tomorrow. You just wait and see.&lt;p&gt;Amanda didn't come today because she fell ill. But she's kind of recovered, so the same old noisy bum will &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;revive!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S, FELLAS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113981832812188879?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113981832812188879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113981832812188879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113981832812188879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113981832812188879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ugly.html' title='UGLY.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113972329057995554</id><published>2006-02-12T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:49:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWAHS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY SHAWN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;I Not Stupid Too&lt;/em&gt; today! Really nice movie. Better than the first, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh, the whole time, I was admiring Shawn's good looks. And his height. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm glad Amanda hasn't caught the show yet. At least I got to watch it before her. &lt;strong&gt;And keep your hands off, Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;. He's mine. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH! I'm collecting pictures of him. Like from my popcorn box. So see you, fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113972329057995554?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113972329057995554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113972329057995554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113972329057995554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113972329057995554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/nwahs.html' title='NWAHS.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113931809097439658</id><published>2006-02-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:14:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight presents, maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GETTING BUSY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get me something, Valentine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113931809097439658?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113931809097439658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113931809097439658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113931809097439658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113931809097439658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/eight-presents-maybe.html' title='Eight presents, maybe.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113903760613703038</id><published>2006-02-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:20:06.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Ba-La-Boom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sec One newbies were welcomed into Drama yesterday. But I liked none of them in particular. Some cracked my nerves, but I shan't say who.&lt;p&gt;Rehearsals went on as usual, and us &lt;em&gt;producers&lt;/em&gt; weren't needed in the rehearsal room. We were given our copy of the musical script. And there was a HUGE MISTAKE. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yi Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was spelt as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yi Leng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA!&lt;p&gt;Randi, Joy and I were left roaming around as usual until Randi strayed away to some Peer Support Leader thing.&lt;p&gt;In desperate hope of finding the eight zombie dancers because Drama turned boring and practically &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was left in the Drama room, I combed all four storeys but couldn't find them. Only til the music led us to where Joy suggested we'd find them, we found them. Our presence disturbed Yiling so much she couldn't dance much, and ended up hopping her dance steps. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; It was really funny.&lt;p&gt;At the end of Drama, we were each to pick a name to write a little note to. This game is the &lt;u&gt;Angel and Mortal&lt;/u&gt; game, and I picked... Anyway, almost all of us cheated to get the person we wanted. Haha. I shall go write a sweet note to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; now. Til then, all the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113903760613703038?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113903760613703038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113903760613703038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113903760613703038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113903760613703038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/double-ba-la-boom.html' title='Double Ba-La-Boom.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113868138658932501</id><published>2006-01-31T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:23:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;All my life I've been sorry for something.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;XIAOQI LOVES ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Don't ask me why, I have completely no idea. It's probably because I love her too. &lt;em&gt;(Hahah! Ruoen should be jealous.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda's &lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt; with Order of Phoenix! And I'm &lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt; with Prisoner of Azkaban! I have completely given up trying to catch up with her because it's a task of impossibility. I shall stick to Lightning God which apparently bores me, but I don't want to challenge Amanda anymore.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, my tagboard is a happy one. Amanda and Xiaoqi have been faithfully flooding it with umm, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;crap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Haha!&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BACK TO SCHOOL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WTH. I haven't even done my work yet. I want a longer CNY, more red packets to collect and &lt;em&gt;no homework!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH! I've collected alot of red packets already. I'm happy enough.&lt;p&gt;Okays, guess I'd better end here. I'm not a faithful blogger anymore. That's because I've got no time to blog! Sorry, little peeps.&lt;p&gt;Another thing to face, another consequence to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113868138658932501?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113868138658932501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113868138658932501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113868138658932501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113868138658932501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry.html' title='SORRY.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113844227647100042</id><published>2006-01-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:57:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running round on empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up with an early start today to my &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/em&gt; book and I simply read &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a challenge to keep up with Amanda who's already at &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;From her update, she's at Page 489 of the &lt;u&gt;fifth book&lt;/u&gt;. And I'm only at 231 of my silly &lt;u&gt;third book&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Reunion dinner at grandma's later on, but I'm not really in the CNY mood. I shall wear nice clothes. Yeh, and I suppose Yiling doesn't have her CNY clothes yet?&lt;p&gt;Woosh, Happy Chinese New Year people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113844227647100042?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113844227647100042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113844227647100042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113844227647100042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113844227647100042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/running-round-on-empty.html' title='Running round on empty.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113835608874682663</id><published>2006-01-27T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:42:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty of frustration.</title><content type='html'>Apologies for not blogging and replying tags for the past few days! Been &lt;em&gt;really busy&lt;/em&gt;. And no, not because of CNY but because of school. And I outed with Ruoen today so I'm sore and tired right now. &lt;p&gt;This post won't be much of a post. My damn posts in the cbox webpage can't load, and I need to delete &lt;u&gt;my comments&lt;/u&gt;. Don't worry, yours won't be deleted if you've commented. I'm just making adjustments. &lt;p&gt;So from what I can remember, here's the replies to people who tagged: &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GLORIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't you dare &lt;em&gt;pui go away&lt;/em&gt; me, because THIS IS MY BLOG. I shall &lt;em&gt;pui go away&lt;/em&gt; you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YILING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry I didn't come online the past few days so I didn't manage to send the camp pictures. Shall do it soon! &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JOY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shall put it simply. Thanks for flooding, but see what it's caused? &lt;u&gt;Damage to my precious blog.&lt;/u&gt; Haha, no lah. But it's hard because now my posts in the official webpage can't load. You flooded it till I can't read anyone's previous posts. You shall pay, Joy. Just don't do it again okay? And I know Loopy loves your legs. And you love her. Right, Drama's obviously gonna be busy for us. But we're &lt;em&gt;backstage people&lt;/em&gt;. We can't help it. We might just have to remain like that the whole Secondary life. Live with it, girl. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AMANDA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey buddy! I love love love sitting with you. You make me laugh so much and I never pay attention in class. Because of you! I seriously never thought you were so talkative. We &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;click alot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; huh? Yes, Brittany's kind of funnny. Haha. And Kahlen. Our favourite last season. PLUS, your favourite this season, Jayla. I suddenly like Kyle. Hahaha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RAQUEL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Chinese New Year! Better not come back during CNY celebrations. Maybe after school, that is 145PM. Try that, darling. I haven't written your letter yet. &lt;strong&gt;OOPSIE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YEUNG WING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey Yeung Wing, what's up with Ms Chia?&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TRICIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's really okay, Trish! You made the photo really funny. Hahas.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are f&lt;/span&gt;or those tags and comments I haven't replied on my tagboard. &lt;p&gt;Okay, keep updated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113835608874682663?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113835608874682663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113835608874682663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113835608874682663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113835608874682663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/guilty-of-frustration.html' title='Guilty of frustration.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113810246526604920</id><published>2006-01-24T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:15:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp shakes.</title><content type='html'>Photo entry of CORRI. Thanks much to &lt;strong&gt;Ms Kwan&lt;/strong&gt;, who just posted the album online. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Teachers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Kwan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lina&lt;/strong&gt;, who were in charge of our class. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Dorm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in an open ventilated dormitory right next to the dustbin. I slept beside the middle pillar with Yiling and Joy beside me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activity4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we assembled most times under the scorching sun. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activity6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt; on the High Ropes. It was damn brave of her to go first. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we needed alot of sand for the building of our sandcastle. So Emilia started to do this. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activity8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame her, she's as good at doing this as an animal. Haha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Class.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while different groups worked on different parts of the major kingdom, we formed this magnificent thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Class3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was exactly what soared us to victory. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE BEST SANDCASTLE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: Though you really can't see the full kingdom. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activityfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As first class to serve food, we were rather enthusiastic. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activity5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for them, as first class to serve food was the worst thing that could happen. They're expressions show that they're &lt;em&gt;really hungry&lt;/em&gt;, and Tricia's going &lt;em&gt;"Aiyoh, take that camera away."&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kayaking!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;My most memorable experience, what with all the wrong-side steering buddy Patty kept doing, and that &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRASH! BAM! SMACK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that we had on shore. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kayaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach did not look nice. Or feel nice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kayaking4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kayaking2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructors. And &lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;, probably trying to twist 360 degrees, only to realise she can't. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kayaking3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture is a &lt;u&gt;really great shot&lt;/u&gt;. Except I looked like I was posing. &lt;em&gt;Maybe I was?&lt;/em&gt; But anyway, it was buddy-pair &lt;strong&gt;Emila&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;in green. And my buddy &lt;strong&gt;Patricia&lt;/strong&gt;, both of us in blue. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Class6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was drenched after kayaking. And Ms Kwan looks so dry. But a wet class photo will look nice. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Orienteering.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orienteering made me feel so hot and icky. I even wonder how everybody managed to get up and do the activity. The sun really pulls us all down. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Orienteering2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLORIA!&lt;/strong&gt; And she had to use my name for the instructions. Ohh, and everytime I made a mistake, she'd go &lt;em&gt;"I TELL JILLIAN YOUR ORIENTEERING VERY BAD AH."&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Pants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got too HOT that everyone started stripping. And this really makes me wonder, doesn't Ms Kwan have anything better to take pictures of? I mean of all things, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pants?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Twins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kwan kept repeating that &lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mathea&lt;/strong&gt; seriously look alike. Maybe it's the way their eyes just disappear when they smile. And that's really cute. So there, their lookalike portrait.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Activity9.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look older than Ms Kwan. Seriously.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Campfire3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire wasn't exactly the way we wanted it to be. But it was okay. And I stuck out like a sore thumb because I was in &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. Damn my CORRI shirt again. Damn it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Campfire2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our banner, as I've always said, was and still is freaking nice. And yet we didn't win Best Banner. That is so disheartening. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Campfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be when we won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Class Champion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Because I definitely don't remember our facils raising their armpits to cheer with such &lt;em&gt;jolly golly smiles&lt;/em&gt; on their faces. HAHA. &lt;p&gt;Oh yes, of course. We couldn't have done all these without the help and support from our &lt;em&gt;lovely facils&lt;/em&gt;. They helped us alot through the whole camp. And they did make us laugh alot too. We were so lucky to have them around. I wouldn't have wished for any other facils, but just these four. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Facils.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yiling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cassandra&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Victoria&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Facils5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WET FACILS! They look so funny. And Yiling's hair. Hahaha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Facils4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatics. &lt;em&gt;IT'S A TURTLE!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Facils3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Facils2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiling&lt;/strong&gt;'s solo shot.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That's all the photos I'm gonna post. If you'd really like to view all the 151 pictures Ms Kwan posted online, contact Olivia or any other 2/8s. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113810246526604920?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113810246526604920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113810246526604920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113810246526604920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113810246526604920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/sharp-shakes.html' title='Sharp shakes.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113802576458943384</id><published>2006-01-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:04:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT.</title><content type='html'>It's back to school. CORRI's made everyone &lt;strong&gt;so dead.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm glad Randi finally found her little black furball Madrid. But it was expected because &lt;u&gt;spoilt cats can't live without home&lt;/u&gt;. Randi, note that.&lt;p&gt;Lunched with &lt;strong&gt;Randi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; today, with &lt;strong&gt;Yiling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shirleen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jane&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;addition!&lt;/em&gt;). But the seniors were sitting at the next table because one table could only hold six, and there were seven of us.&lt;p&gt;And we weren't needed at Drama, and Yiling and Shirleen sneaked off. HAH. Charisse kept disturbing me the whole day, blocking the whole toilet door or wherever I walked. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's with her with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. And we annoyed Denise till she was SPEECHLESS. &lt;em&gt;Barbecue hands.&lt;/em&gt; Cheers to the only Drama Trio who know. (Randi, Joy and I) &lt;p&gt;Damn work. Till then, loves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113802576458943384?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113802576458943384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113802576458943384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113802576458943384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113802576458943384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/fat.html' title='FAT.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113790553801560936</id><published>2006-01-22T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:34:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;After surviving through camp, I suppose I'm still better off at home.&lt;i&gt; Like who doesn't?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think CORRI was really fun. But still, there were &lt;u&gt;seriously boring moments&lt;/u&gt; where we had to stone under the hot sun, trying to listen to the teachers' scoldings. But we did alot of activities, let me tell you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;High Ropes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Amanda Moey braved to try it out first. The shaky log was damn terrifying just by looking at it from the ground. It was only one person left til my turn but the freaking lightning had to come so I couldn't do the High Ropes. &lt;i&gt;BLEH.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Challenge Pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I did the Challenge Pole! I don't know why teachers like Ms Lina and Ms Kwan always go &lt;i&gt;"Janna, why don't you go next?"&lt;/i&gt;. But I was really interested in this pole thing I've seen in Villa Wellness and other TV shows. I was actually kind of freaked out at the top of the pole. And grabbing the trapeze seemed to be the most impossible thing that could ever happen in this world. I must say, the trapeze was really high. &lt;u&gt;I'M SHORT.&lt;/u&gt; So nobody even managed to grab it. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really can't remember exactly what I did at camp on the first day. But I remember spending about &lt;b&gt;four freaking long hours&lt;/b&gt; in school before being able to check into the campsite. Well, &lt;i&gt;check-in&lt;/i&gt; yah. I guess I have STML (but not a serious case like Shirleen's.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;At first, I thought the whole dorm would be &lt;i&gt;really squeezy&lt;/i&gt;. But after laying out all the sleeping bags, there was actually adequate space. On my left was Joy, whose hand somehow moved over to me at night. And on my right was where Yiling slept. Obviously, it was the first night and I couldn't adjust to the sleeping conditions there. I took a whole night to try to get to sleep. Plus the roaring aeroplanes that just deafen you, it felt almost impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Yiling lent Joy and I her MP3 to listen to though it died everytime we even touched it. The songs were quite nice, almost similar to what I listen to at home. I fell asleep hugging Yiling's inflatable cushion while she and Nicole (Shaan) disappeared and returned only at 1AM. Their voices were &lt;b&gt;SO LOUD&lt;/b&gt;, they woke me up. I guess, first nights are always worst nights. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYTWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Early morning, rise and shine!&lt;/i&gt; My phone alarm went off at 530AM to wake Mathea and Pei Yi up for their badminton training runs, but instead, almost the whole dorm woke up. It was an advantage, of course. We got to use the toilets early. Yes, speaking of toilets. I've got so much to say. &lt;p&gt;Day two was much more fun. We did more activities, and we were really satisfied. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rock Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If I'm not wrong, the Rock Wall was the first activity that we did. I've never been on a real rock wall before, except for the baby try-out one at the new Safra. I've always wanted to try this out. I guess it was really &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt;. All you had to do was just keep moving on. How many times I slipped? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twice, at the exact same spot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; But somehow, I was using the easy side which had a little platform for resting. But that doesn't make alot of difference. I still had to keep moving. YES! Move on, just move on. Until I reached the top. I felt like I accomplished something I've always wanted to. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abseiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Done it before, wouldn't mind doing it again. How can walking down an empty wall be any fun? Haha. But it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kind of fun la. &lt;b&gt;The only thing I disliked about the whole Abseiling thing is about the tight harnesses that made my fats spill out so that my butt looks bigger than it already looks big.&lt;/b&gt; AHEM, JOY. Anyway, not everybody got to do Abseiling. Instead, some were picked to do Flying Fox. Those lucky peeps. &lt;u&gt;I've never done Flying Fox in my entire life.&lt;/u&gt; Must be really fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAYAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The first time for most of us, I think. I partnered Patricia, and we were both kookoo-heads at kayaking. At the start, all of us had to put on PFDs, hold each others shoulders and just float out to sea. It was scary at first, all the waves pushing at us and all. But it grew fun. Really fun. Seriously, I pity people who had their mense. &lt;i&gt;And no Jillian, I believe it doesn't feel good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made Patricia do most of the pedalling during kayaking because I was super lazy. HAHA. Sorry la. We could never synchronise, so we kept going in the wrong direction until we were too far out at sea. But we managed to turn back, and we were the last to &lt;strong&gt;HIT SHORE&lt;/strong&gt;. Talking about &lt;i&gt;hitting shore&lt;/i&gt;. I mean it literally. We couldn't navigate our kayak to the proper place, and the waves just slammed us into the sand. Half-screaming, half-laughing, half-trying-to-get-out-of-the-boat. (Half + Half + Half doesn't make a whole right? Math error.) The waves actually carried us out to sea again la. Then slammed us onto shore a second time. WTH. &lt;u&gt;I cannot kayak.&lt;/u&gt; And cannot land safely. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sandcastle Building &lt;p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/8 WON SANDCASTLE BUILDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was very expected because we built this really great kingdom. Sandcastle with steps and roofs, a turtle island with a seriously huge hole and a volcano with a river. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Campfire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planned to be damned for campfire. My idiot CORRI shirt had to drop into the choked toilet where it was flooded and muddy. I couldn't wear it for campfire, so I was the only stupid fool wearing &lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt; among the whole sea of green. Some of the class skits were not bad. Ours was improvisation and I could tell we were really soft. We just got up there and do whatever we could. We had only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;one cheer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, while other classes had so many. Our banner could be considered the NICEST and the BEST. But we didn't win the best banner. We didn't win the best cheer although it was on every single person's lips and ringing in everybody's ears even after the campfire. We didn't win the best skit. We didn't win the noisiest class, because we're not good screamers. But we actually won something. Something great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2/8 WON CLASS CHAMPION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were all really shocked. And Ruoen and I really needed the toilet &lt;em&gt;really badly&lt;/em&gt;. But that's a &lt;u&gt;freaking good accomplishment&lt;/u&gt;. I LOVE IT! &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chased to sleep after campfire, and I didn't hesitate. The second night was really much better. I fell asleep within minutes. Of course, without Yiling's MP3 or pillow this time. The roaring aeroplanes disturbed me no more! &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYTHREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p&gt;All we did was &lt;em&gt;Orienteering&lt;/em&gt;, because we didn't have time for Low Elements. We cheated quite abit. We exchanged answers with other groups so we could finish faster. HAH! &lt;p&gt;And then it was back home, where we shared the bus with two cranko ex-girls Gloria and Claire. Gloria acted mushy on the bus to me, which actually made others feel &lt;strong&gt;YUCKKK&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, seriously. &lt;p&gt;My longest post, ever. Oh yes, &lt;u&gt;the toilets!&lt;/u&gt; The toilets were disgusting, flooded and choked. There was sand and mud all over. When I removed my slippers, my slippers actually floated away. I was freaking angry when my shirt dropped inside. SO YAH. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall end here for now, since it's getting really long. There may be additions!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113790553801560936?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113790553801560936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113790553801560936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113790553801560936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113790553801560936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-that.html' title='That&apos;s that.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113750394341166818</id><published>2006-01-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:31:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore in it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CORRI IN LESS THAN A DAY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I won't be blogging for the next three days or so. MISS ME. (: &lt;p&gt;There's so much stuff to pack. Really, my bag is &lt;em&gt;obese&lt;/em&gt;. And we need to wear our swimsuits for water activities, which is &lt;em&gt;BLEH&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;I'm going to look obese too.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH!&lt;/strong&gt; I probably didn't mention. My mother let me bring my old Filas for water activities cause I refused to wear the flat blue shoes. Hehhe.&lt;p&gt;Things are already getting better with my classmates. Class bonding might actually be fun. And yes, I've already bonded with Mathea really greatly. My camp buddy's Patricia, which is a very good match. &lt;s&gt;Because we're loners.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;But of course, with each other, we're loners no more.&lt;/u&gt; I think camp's gonna be fun.&lt;p&gt;Class banner! Hau En drew a grafiti like font that reads &lt;em&gt;twoeight&lt;/em&gt;, and it's freaking nice. Plus designs, which adds to the terrific-ness of the whole thing. Damn, she's so artistic. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hau En never uses an eraser, all she does is draw."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;TECHNOTIC IS CHAOTIC.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113750394341166818?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113750394341166818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113750394341166818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113750394341166818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113750394341166818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/sore-in-it.html' title='Sore in it.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113739681027143676</id><published>2006-01-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:42:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your hands off of my trigger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I watched&lt;/em&gt; In Her Shoes&lt;em&gt;! It's so nice!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Amanda says that everyday. I'm tempted, maybe? I might go watch it. &lt;p&gt;It's so lovely to be sitting with Amanda. She never fails to make me laugh at least once during one lesson. And Patricia and Mathea behind me, always calling &lt;em&gt;Janna!&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; Amanda!&lt;/em&gt;. Hahha, really. &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;CORRI's in two days!&lt;/u&gt; I'm not exactly excited - just happy to be away from school, living in shelters with &lt;s&gt;air-con&lt;/s&gt;. NO, no air-con. Damn, how am I gonna live like that for three days? And I definitely won't want to wear those old sampan-like shoes with flat bases that my mother's forcing me to wear. &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT! &lt;/strong&gt;Seriously. &lt;p&gt;But looking on the bright side, I think this camp's gonna be fun, fun, fun. At least more fun then last year's.&lt;p&gt;PE today and as usual, my great partner (ahem) Ruoen. Our badminton playing was &lt;s&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/s&gt;. The shuttle kept travelling in slanted orbits, which made it really difficult for us to play.&lt;p&gt;Oh yes! Math was &lt;em&gt;FUN. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know, partly. Amanda, Ruoen, Mathea and Patricia were in my group and we painted the baby-version of Mona Lisa that Amanda so happily drew out. We never managed to keep our paintbrushes out of the way, so we had paint all over our hands.&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND LAUGHTER COMES IN GOOD PACKAGES.&lt;/u&gt;  Laughter comes with good friends. It was the funniest thing ever, just to sit and crack up with them crankos.&lt;p&gt;Of course it comes good, when you fail your &lt;em&gt;very first test&lt;/em&gt; really badly. Shall shut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113739681027143676?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113739681027143676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113739681027143676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113739681027143676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113739681027143676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/get-your-hands-off-of-my-trigger.html' title='Get your hands off of my trigger.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113724625058294721</id><published>2006-01-15T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:24:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more that I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And this is the price that we pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For being smart in a stupid way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand there staring while your lover walks away&lt;br /&gt;Being smart, in a stupid way"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm definitely gonna watch Undiscovered a second time, when Nic returns me the movie. &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyway, I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;FOUR FREE TIX&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Wallace and Gromit! But after inviting Joy and Randi, it's down to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one free ticket.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, the &lt;em&gt;last ticket is totally up for grabs!&lt;/em&gt; (Haha) It was really meant for Amanda Moey who's dying to go. But she's got tournament training. And Randi, please say you can come along - though you already watched it. Your company does so well as to make my day. HAH!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113724625058294721?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113724625058294721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113724625058294721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113724625058294721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113724625058294721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-that-i-know.html' title='The more that I know.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113722236206288827</id><published>2006-01-14T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:53:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the excuses I made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;There's a million reasons why I cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randi wants to live in California. She wants to visit Hollywood to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL THE GUYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there. Yes, greedy isn't it? &lt;p&gt;She's willing to bring me along, but not really in a normal way. She's either gonna pack me up in her baggage and send me through the scan that will detect a skeleton inside, or she's gonna stuff me in a big pet carrier with pet cat Madrid to be sent over. &lt;p&gt;Oh yeh, I met Victoria online, where she told me she migrated to California on New Year's Day. Sad I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye to the Ex Top Girl of our level.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, someone beckoned for a 1/8 chatroom. And now, it's really flooded with 6 people cursing and swearing in this muddy conversation. Ahem, excluding me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE FOURTEENTH. Don't make me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113722236206288827?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113722236206288827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113722236206288827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113722236206288827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113722236206288827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-excuses-i-made.html' title='All the excuses I made.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113706351438581198</id><published>2006-01-12T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:13:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the reasons I gave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M SHIFTED!&lt;/strong&gt; For the thousandth time, yes. &lt;p&gt;Add me at &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:undiscovered12@hotmail.com"&gt;undiscovered12@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;u&gt;DELETE MY OLD EMAIL&lt;/u&gt; from your contacts cause I'm not using it anymore! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YILING AND NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; ARE MY CLASS' CORRI FACILITATORS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha, hard to imagine but it isn't coincidental. According to Yiling, they requested to take our class. &lt;em&gt;It makes me so happy to just think of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I shall see if they snore when they sleep in camp. (Hehs, that's if I can sleep beside them) I heard we're sleeping in huts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;I heard the class may be dividing in two. So if I don't get Yiling, I'm getting Nicole. And if I don't get Nicole, I'm getting Yiling. HAH! What's the difference? &lt;p&gt;Anyway! Today was almost made Hello-Day for me. I could count more than ten people who said Hello to me this morning. And then there was Rosemary who yelled my name seriously loudly, and Charisse who tucked my shirt to say Hello. (: Sometimes, people just make my day! &lt;p&gt;So yes, &lt;em&gt;I must have done something good cause it's too good to be true. Everything.&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/17329305-113706351438581198?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113706351438581198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113706351438581198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113706351438581198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113706351438581198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-reasons-i-gave_12.html' title='All the reasons I gave.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113689676869098635</id><published>2006-01-11T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:14:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me empty, left to wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU RANDI!&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't find Undiscovered anywhere, when you reminded me that it was in the first Ashlee album. So there, you've got me stuck to listening to it now. &lt;p&gt;And Randi, I'm not an Ashlee fan. &lt;em&gt;Realise that&lt;/em&gt;. But like you mentioned - it passes. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Randi likes Undiscovered (&lt;a href="http://undiscoveredfilm.com/"&gt;link!&lt;/a&gt;)! And I do, too. &lt;u&gt;Randi owes it to me she got to watch the show.&lt;/u&gt; HAH! Kidding. (&lt;strong&gt;OH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sorry for stealing your link, Ran. I just like the website. But you're credited.&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehh, nobody actually realised Ashlee Simpson was in The Hot Chick! Only me and apart from me, the people I told. (In the show: Bianca's clique, register?) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Undiscovered2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Undiscovered2photobucket.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the things left undiscovered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave me empty, left to wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://undiscoveredfilm.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113689676869098635?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113689676869098635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113689676869098635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113689676869098635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113689676869098635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/leave-me-empty-left-to-wonder.html' title='Leave me empty, left to wonder.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113687773300862299</id><published>2006-01-10T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:25:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All this is a mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Randi loves to watch dirty scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She claims she'll watch Memoirs of a Geisha alone. Not mentioning the fact that she'll enjoy it alone too. &lt;i&gt;Yes, I'll never be like Randi.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Geisha show is definitely not for me. The word &lt;em&gt;Geisha&lt;/em&gt; says it all. And my mother says I wouldn't understand a thing about the show. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;OH YES! Yesterday, Shirleen and Yiling unfortunately failed trying to &lt;em&gt;Tango&lt;/em&gt;. They did the swishing head movement and it was... beyond words. &lt;p&gt;Anyway. I had an awkward chat with Yiling over the phone earlier on. She's rather bad at multi-tasking. HAH. &lt;p&gt;We fell silent most times, making me crack my brain to speak. How come silent games come in view over the phone? &lt;p&gt;Hokay, I'm losing my sense of words as always. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need my Randi as inspiration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113687773300862299?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113687773300862299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113687773300862299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113687773300862299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113687773300862299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-this-is-mystery_10.html' title='All this is a mystery.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113680547717467957</id><published>2006-01-09T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:17:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In another life, maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunched with Nicole, Charisse, Shirleen, Joy and Yiling this afternoon. Finally, &lt;u&gt;one simple decent lunch&lt;/u&gt; without the trio taxi-ing off again.&lt;p&gt;There were two umbrellas and six of us. Which made it really difficult cause three people had to share one small umbrella. I shared with Nicole and Yiling. Yiling kept using the umbrella handle to knock my head and Nicole kept kicking my leg. Haha!&lt;p&gt;We were worried about leaving Randi out. But we came to know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randi left us out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yes, if you didn't know. Charisse is back to Drama! Or maybe not. At least she can still remember me and my name. But she returns as a Sec 5 now, so we won't be seeing her for long.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec 1 Drama Auditions&lt;/strong&gt; today. I must say some of them were hopeless and some of them were &lt;em&gt;really good&lt;/em&gt;. (I must have been one of the hopeless ones last year too) I really hope some people &lt;u&gt;DON'T JOIN&lt;/u&gt;. Especially those I really dislike.&lt;p&gt;The Sec 2s to Sec 5s were really &lt;em&gt;un-needed&lt;/em&gt; there cause of the Sec 1 auditions. So the whole Drama left really early. Including me, except cause Shirleen insisted on accompanying Steph who halfway came, I was really late in meeting my mother.&lt;p&gt;But anyway. I kind of lost my shoes after Drama. Which really sucked. I couldn't just grab any shoes and walk off with them. So I managed to search for one pair that really seemed like mine. Wait, I think they're actually mine.&lt;p&gt;I guess, the whole Drama mood's back again. For a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113680547717467957?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113680547717467957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113680547717467957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113680547717467957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113680547717467957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-another-life-maybe.html' title='In another life, maybe.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113671120398903580</id><published>2006-01-08T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:44:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdly Labelled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised I forgot to mention that I received my &lt;strong&gt;very own Ashlee Simpson album&lt;/strong&gt; about five days back. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been blasting it since then. And yes, Jillian. I don't understand Ashlee Simpson's songs and you know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, it was to the Community Centre today. It was where I actually received my Scholarship, something I've been waiting for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole place was flooded with &lt;strong&gt;NERDS&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, you heard me. &lt;em&gt;NERDS&lt;/em&gt;. Except for some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For one, the boy sitting beside me was one and one-half head taller than me. I felt awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I went up stage, Nicole-Marie actually cheered for me. And the usher scolded her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahem, excuse me. Nobody (and I mean NOBODY) should get ticked off for supporting their friends. Hello Mr Usher, &lt;em&gt;don't you have any friends?&lt;/em&gt; Imagine someone shutting them up just because they cheered for you. But thinking back, maybe you don't have any friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I must go grab some food now. Til' my next post, see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113671120398903580?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113671120398903580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113671120398903580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113671120398903580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113671120398903580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/nerdly-labelled.html' title='Nerdly Labelled.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113661027851928956</id><published>2006-01-07T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:06:49.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA Orientation&lt;/strong&gt; was held yesterday. The Secondary Ones were kind of scared, what with the loudly-spoken group of Drama performers tugging at them to sign up for auditions and fake paper pizzas shoved in their faces.&lt;p&gt;Overall, we managed to get &lt;u&gt;61 Secondary Ones&lt;/u&gt; to sign up. And that's much more than other CCAs.&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was almost labelled &lt;em&gt;Chair-Shifting Day&lt;/em&gt; for me. There was &lt;strong&gt;Parents' Night&lt;/strong&gt; straight after CCA Orientation. The whole thing almost killed me. At least I made some fun out of these two hectic situations.&lt;p&gt;I finally watched &lt;strong&gt;Undiscovered&lt;/strong&gt;, a music show which stars Ashlee Simpson. Somehow it turned all sour and boring. But I especially liked the song &lt;em&gt;Undiscovered&lt;/em&gt; performed by who else, but Ashlee Simpson. As for Steven Strait, the lead actor of the show - I leave him all to Randi. As she wants it.&lt;p&gt;Oh, Brittany Brower's out of the BotNRS show! &lt;s&gt;I shall never watch it again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113661027851928956?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113661027851928956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113661027851928956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113661027851928956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113661027851928956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/undiscovered.html' title='Undiscovered.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113645917231251201</id><published>2006-01-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:06:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth it out.</title><content type='html'>Ruoen's the class chairperson! If not for the rule imposed that &lt;u&gt;no prefects should be allowed to hold a major role in the class comittee&lt;/u&gt;, I would really think that Amanda Moey would make a good chairperson. (AGAIN!)&lt;p&gt;The whole &lt;em&gt;school thing&lt;/em&gt; is finally settling in. Mr Lim is really NOT BAD as a History teacher! That was something extremely unexpectable. He's really funny. And lame, at some point of time. And lameness makes people smile. Well, sometimes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama Orientation&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow! I can't believe we're actually &lt;u&gt;part of it&lt;/u&gt;. It's gonna be &lt;em&gt;a mess or a flop&lt;/em&gt;, but we don't really care.&lt;p&gt;So the whole fuss is about having to stayback even after the CCA Orientations. There's Sec 1 Parents' Nite and we've got duty to do. NO, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not happy&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm gonna miss my 10PM TV show. HAHA.&lt;p&gt;My duty's only to set up chairs and pack them after everything's done. &lt;em&gt;That's simple, but crazy.&lt;/em&gt; But I've got to get used to this whole thing. &lt;em&gt;GOTTA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Okay, so anyway. It's great to be back in school again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I can't smile. Cause if I do, you'll freak out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113645917231251201?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113645917231251201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113645917231251201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113645917231251201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113645917231251201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/smooth-it-out.html' title='Smooth it out.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113637666667730310</id><published>2006-01-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:11:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't really care.</title><content type='html'>My new life is fun, fun, fun!&lt;p&gt;Actually I don't mean it. Being in 2/8 is a &lt;u&gt;complete mess&lt;/u&gt;. I say, teachers are not gonna be very lenient with us anymore.&lt;p&gt;Hollahey, my form teacher is Ms Kwan. It was totally unexpected. But I'm okay with her.&lt;p&gt;Oh and, yesterday was the official start of my being a prefect-in-training. And I actually found my job FUN. I somehow was put into doing registers with Tsin Ning. It's so easy, I kind of gotten used to it already. There was Elizabeth (which wasn't a very good choice of a buddy) to guide us along on the first day, so I guess everything worked out fine. &lt;strong&gt;PLUS!&lt;/strong&gt; This job needs a rather good memory, so yah.&lt;p&gt;Anyway. What's up with having the red badge huh? People make it out to be so detestable. Yeh, go on. HATE ME. I don't even dare to book people la.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 days passed and a year more to go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113637666667730310?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113637666667730310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113637666667730310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113637666667730310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113637666667730310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/couldnt-really-care.html' title='Couldn&apos;t really care.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113618560377081710</id><published>2006-01-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:06:43.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frown down.</title><content type='html'>The new term is starting &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me, my homework is still &lt;u&gt;undone&lt;/u&gt;. And I mean it, folks! For all I know, the teachers may not even collect it.&lt;p&gt;So yes, anyway. Holiday Movie Marathon &lt;em&gt;#2&lt;/em&gt;! With all the movies I have, why not?&lt;p&gt;Currently, we're playing King Kong. Kong only appears in the movie like 1hr and 15mins from the start, so what for sit there and enjoy nothing? So right now, I'll just blog.&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;TV AIRS RUBBISH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113618560377081710?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113618560377081710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113618560377081710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113618560377081710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113618560377081710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/frown-down.html' title='Frown down.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113593927159375330</id><published>2006-01-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:38:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, anyway. We drove into Malaysia for a shopping trip again, yesterday. I've got really nice wallets and shirts now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I've again gotten movies I like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Family Stone &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Stars Rachel McAdams!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Stars Keira Knightley!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper By The Dozen 2 &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Just released. WATCHED!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Kong &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Stars &lt;u&gt;KONG&lt;/u&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanglish&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Love&lt;br /&gt;The Promise&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Two&lt;br /&gt;The Amityville Horror&lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;Dark Water&lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Stars Ashlee Simpson!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sound of Thunder&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;br /&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;br /&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A History of Violence&lt;br /&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there. But I'm not lending anyone til I finish watching all. Hahha. Oh and, I didn't get Narnia cause Joy's lending me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113593927159375330?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113593927159375330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113593927159375330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113593927159375330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113593927159375330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113585550844303935</id><published>2005-12-30T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:25:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT A BRITTANY-BASED BLOG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't ask for it. But I don't mind actually having it. Jillian made me this template (actually, 99% of my templates are made by her) cause she somehow has something for Brittany since Brittany starred in Battle of the Network Reality Stars.&lt;p&gt;But anyhow, &lt;em&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;p&gt;Okay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMPORTANT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot to mention this yesterday. Or rather, I meant to mention it today since I left it out.&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the third death anniversary of Flurry, my little baby guineapig that passed away on 29th December 2002 at 1015PM. I pray that she is happy wherever she is now, and that she is safe. I LOVE YOU, BABY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I still cry whenever I think about it. How she shut her eyes and left when she was in Jillian's hands. Flurry is Fluffy's second youngest triplet. (The youngest triplet died at birth)&lt;p&gt;And don't worry, Fluffy's still living healthily and happily. (: With of course, Flubby, her fat cousin.&lt;p&gt;So yes, I've got not much left to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113585550844303935?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113585550844303935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113585550844303935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113585550844303935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113585550844303935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-girl.html' title='Just a girl.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113584216027067937</id><published>2005-12-29T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:47:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's who I want to be.</title><content type='html'>I realise I'm sucked into reality shows. Like ANTM, Project Runway and Battle of the Network Reality Stars. &lt;p&gt;Oh anyway, my whole computer is messed up. It hangs on me after I type every word in this post. And the crazed printer takes 20 minutes to actually &lt;em&gt;print&lt;/em&gt; a page. How the hell am I going to do my Chinese assignment if I can't even print? &lt;p&gt;Seriously, I'm pissed and whacked. &lt;p&gt;So anyway. My mother bought 2 TV-video games from Metro today. I get rather bored with it after few minutes of playing, but still, it's great enough to have something to &lt;u&gt;entertain&lt;/u&gt; me. Homework? It's really at the back of my mind right now. &lt;p&gt;I'm going roller-blading tonight! If you believe me. I haven't roller-bladed &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; before. Well, that's cause I don't know how to. I only &lt;u&gt;walk&lt;/u&gt; with the roller-blades. Hah! I kind of just dug out the blades from the topmost shelf of the shoe cupboard, so there. It's old and dusty. &lt;p&gt;I have this crazy thought about keeping a diary and calling my diary &lt;em&gt;Keeper&lt;/em&gt;. (Why Keeper? Cause it &lt;strong&gt;keeps&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;) But I probably won't be able to update it everyday. Forget it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;My imagination just flows.&lt;br /&gt;It's someone else I really am, but in reality, who's me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113584216027067937?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113584216027067937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113584216027067937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113584216027067937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113584216027067937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-who-i-want-to-be.html' title='That&apos;s who I want to be.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113569665485264650</id><published>2005-12-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:26:25.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Cat, Dead Dog "Bear".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWEET HOME ALABAMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113569665485264650?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113569665485264650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113569665485264650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113569665485264650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113569665485264650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/burnt-cat-dead-dog-bear.html' title='Burnt Cat, Dead Dog &quot;Bear&quot;.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113569697399661104</id><published>2005-12-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:26:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my type.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RECEIVED MY LETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can finally go collect my 500 bucks. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I've been staying at home the past few days, lazing around. The best shows on TV aired during Christmas, and that's all I enjoyed. &lt;em&gt;Sweet Home Alabama! My Dog Skip! 2005 MTV Movie Awards!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just days before 2006 arrives and I haven't even started on my holiday assignments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess holidays aren't the best after all.&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/17329305-113569697399661104?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113569697399661104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113569697399661104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113569697399661104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113569697399661104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-my-type.html' title='Not my type.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113543229729275595</id><published>2005-12-25T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:39:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YULETIDE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S &lt;u&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Adult cover)!&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood's album (Some Hearts)!&lt;br /&gt;Dog pencil case and wallet!&lt;br /&gt;Hugo Boss Woman Perfume!&lt;br /&gt;Fila Pencil Case!&lt;br /&gt;Kapo Monkey Tissue Holder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Soap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. At least I've got some stuff I actually &lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides some shows airing on TV, I think the rest of the Christmas season is simply &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, anyway. Here's a Brittany Brower picture from the next episode of &lt;em&gt;Battle of the Network Reality Stars&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Brittany2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her stomach! It's seriously huge now. What happened to the model 2 years back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ehh. I like Jayla from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;America's Next Top Model Cycle 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I heard Nicole's the winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS!&lt;/strong&gt; We were supporting Austin in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project Runway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and HE WON! Hahh. It's not confirmed. You know, those people who watch earlier on cable then spoil it for people who don't have cable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113543229729275595?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113543229729275595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113543229729275595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113543229729275595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113543229729275595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yuletide.html' title='YULETIDE.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113541578316966179</id><published>2005-12-24T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:17:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Network Reality Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Brittany.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brittany Brower&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;America's Next Top Model Cycle 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113541578316966179?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113541578316966179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113541578316966179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113541578316966179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113541578316966179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-of-network-reality-stars.html' title='Battle of the Network Reality Stars.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113524773609302897</id><published>2005-12-23T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:09:03.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I'm Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's everything, everything I'm not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sec 1 Registration today. &lt;p&gt;Why was I assigned to do fund raising? It's more like HAIR RAISING. There were only 19 SAC Keychain bears to sell. Angelyn and I sold it out &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fast. We didn't have anything to do after that, cause we left the job of selling white t-shirts (old school attire) to the other 3 group members.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Sec 1 form teachers are out! Here's the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.1 -&lt;/strong&gt; Ms Leong Sue-ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.2 - &lt;/strong&gt;Ms Julie Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.3 -&lt;/strong&gt; Mr John Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.4 - &lt;/strong&gt;Mr Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.5 - &lt;/strong&gt;Mrs Jancy Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.6 - &lt;/strong&gt;Mdm Chen Wei Hong (Co-form: Ms Amalina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.7 -&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs Tan (Chinese teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.8 - MR NG CHEE KEONG &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm seriously &lt;em&gt;DYING&lt;/em&gt; to know who's gonna be my form teacher.&lt;p&gt;Gosh! The jobs during the Sec 1 Registration were simply &lt;u&gt;fun, fun, fun!&lt;/u&gt; I tried ushering with Nicole - it was a complete mess. I tried doing crowd controlling - I don't think I even &lt;em&gt;did anything there&lt;/em&gt;. And I tried working in the uniform room where parents were shouting cause the uniforms were kind of out-of-stock. But still? I think uniform was great!&lt;p&gt;So back to fund-raising, it was really an easy job.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm happy to be a Prefect! &lt;/strong&gt;Well, in some ways.&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is my fate, I &lt;strong&gt;accept&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113524773609302897?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113524773609302897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113524773609302897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113524773609302897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113524773609302897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/everything-im-not.html' title='Everything I&apos;m Not.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113523722190163839</id><published>2005-12-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:41:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm talking 'bout LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt; is coming!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I await my presents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I await my luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY HAPPY HAPPY 500 BUCKS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I yelled and burst into tears for nothing. I must be mentally unsound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jillian must have thought I was nuts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so getting used to this whole &lt;em&gt;Prefect&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113523722190163839?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113523722190163839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113523722190163839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113523722190163839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113523722190163839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-talking-bout-love.html' title='I&apos;m talking &apos;bout LOVE!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113523646319986883</id><published>2005-12-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:13:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schnappi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried posting this earlier but this skunk machine shut down on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway. Joy, Qing Hua, Jamin and Randi came over for my belated birthday gathering. I'm only posting a portion of what photos collected in Qing Hua's and Jamin's cams.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Crowded.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;123456! Private joke between Jamin and I.&lt;p&gt;While over, there were &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; of obsessions in the process.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Randi3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randi was obsessed with the full-length mirrors I had in the entrance way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/QH4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Qing Hua, who was obsessed with my whale float.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/QH3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She somehow found time to be obsessed with the boys in the pool. HAH!&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Randi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Randi? Obsessed with spoiling photos.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyCam3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go live your life, Joy! Stop being obsessed with the Qing Hua's camera!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyCam2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/JoyCam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/QH2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Qing Hua had Zapping Powers. See the light?&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Pose.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kids.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot butts. Sitting in the fountain to cool off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Dark.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary? More like &lt;em&gt;Scary Big Butt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/QH.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry at this girl. She hardly finished any food. Just threw it all away like it was free. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Randi2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell you? Randi LOVES spoiling photos.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Water.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haven't drank water in decades, friend? Let's all do it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Distance2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamin's carrying me!&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Distance.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying Qing Hua!&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Jamin2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Jamin.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Still wish I was a kid. (Ehh. I miss my hoola-hoop.)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that's almost all. Besides the ones I took away cause I don't have time to post all.&lt;p&gt;Did I mention the party was a wreck? (: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned up late, Jamin and Qing Hua made huge-unable-to-mend bumps in my bedroom floor (and now it's spoilt) and we kind of did &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113523646319986883?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113523646319986883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113523646319986883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113523646319986883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113523646319986883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/schnappi.html' title='Schnappi!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113505184171872482</id><published>2005-12-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:11:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXHAUSTED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bowling yesterday. I specially woke up extra early. My cousins drove me there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The adults didn't let us play without the guiders, especially when there were little kids like my nephews who always THREW the ball into the air. But &lt;strong&gt;I AM THE CHAMPION, MY FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt; I scored 94 twice, even beating the adults. (: I striked &lt;em&gt;not only&lt;/em&gt; once, but over and over. (Hahh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We couldn't get enough fun after the morning douse, so we planned another game for the night. Same stuff happened. My cousins taught me alot about bowling, and everybody said I was a &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt;. I am &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; a natural. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But in the second round of bowling, my nephew scored 98 pointers (beating the adults too). He, for once, was a champion. And I, for once, was defeated. Hehh. (EHH. There were guiders!) Oh anyways, he was so cute. He ran with the Weight6 ball which even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; use, and always fling it into the air. The best part was he scored 2 spares and strike in a row. And his ball was in SLOW MOTION. Cause he didn't have &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; strength. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We rented bicycles and Uncle Jeremy made us ride half of East Coast. And back. He wanted to ride on - the whole path. But I've never tried it before, and I definitely can't. So they had to turn back. &lt;strong&gt;For me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;So paiseh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Funzone Arcade was not bad. I won Kim in the motorcycle race but she kept winning me in car races and gun shooting. HEH. We had to run away from the little kids to sneak up to the arcade. Cause we definitely didn't want them to come along! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh. I came home all sore and dizzy. I couldn't even fall asleep. At night, my heart kinda stopped. Too much exhaustion, maybe? Tears just started &lt;em&gt;flowing&lt;/em&gt; out of my eyes. I choked, I whined. I THOUGHT I DIED. I think I died. Well, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, okay. Sorry I didn't get any pictures. Jillian didn't go along - so there was no camera there. If there was, there would be seriously cute and funny pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. It's past the meetingtime for my small little gathering and &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY'S HERE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;What!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113505184171872482?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113505184171872482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113505184171872482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113505184171872482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113505184171872482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/exhausted.html' title='EXHAUSTED.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113488645478086821</id><published>2005-12-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:14:44.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble's looking for ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to my aunt's office to help clear out few days back, and here's some of the photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PhotobucketPacking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; hardworking, but I ended up eating Macs and playing most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PhotobucketShredder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS ALERT!&lt;/strong&gt; The Giams use a shredder for the very &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt;. It was great fun - stuffing all the papers in and getting it jammed. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PhotobucketWalk.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PhotobucketPicture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; didn't know we had a model child in the family; my nephew. No lah, it was just on display, but it looked like it was cut out from a magazine. It was SO adorable! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/PhotobucketHamster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At grandma's, we stumbled upon a hamster. The adorable furball kept digging in the sawdust and flicking it all out - we had to sweep up the floor. Jillian kept going &lt;em&gt;"VIOLENT HAMSTER! VIOLENT HAMSTER!"&lt;/em&gt;. You know how I hate cleaning up. We carried the hamster a little while later, and apparently, &lt;strong&gt;no hamster likes me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I was told my computer was corrupted, and it was &lt;strong&gt;JUST A LIE&lt;/strong&gt;. But if the computer really &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; corrupted, it wouldn't entirely be my fault. TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113488645478086821?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113488645478086821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113488645478086821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113488645478086821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113488645478086821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/troubles-looking-for-me.html' title='Trouble&apos;s looking for ME!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113472360090499898</id><published>2005-12-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:34:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON'T NEED TO READ BILLY SHAKESPERE.&lt;br /&gt;MEET JULIET OR NAPOLEO.&lt;br /&gt;FEEL FOR ONCE WHAT IT'S LIKE TO REBEL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BREAK OUT, LET'S GO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt; by Skye Sweetnam's song, I can't stop singing it. It's rather stupid, but I like stupid stuff. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I made this for my &lt;strong&gt;huge black love&lt;/strong&gt;. Rest in peace, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Kong-SelfmadeGoodbye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money, money, WOO! Lots of money, money, WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113472360090499898?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113472360090499898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113472360090499898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113472360090499898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113472360090499898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory Of.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113472200410156356</id><published>2005-12-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:59:30.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kong, King of the jungle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE KING KONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched King Kong yesterday at Shaw Lido, and I must say it was great. &lt;p&gt;I've learnt that the 7.6M-3600KG giant gorilla's name is Kong. He's totally cute. &lt;p&gt;My favourite part? When Ann Darrow danced (she's a dancer) and he started laughing. He totally reminded me of babies. &lt;p&gt;What kind of gorilla will give up everything, even his life, to save a girl? Partly because of his obsession with Ann, he fought to save her over and over again. He got bitten by dinosaurs, let the human species harm him and still, he never gives up trying to find Ann and be with her. Anyway, he loved bringing her to somewhere high up to watch the sunset or sunrise together. THAT IS CUTE. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPOILER:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KONG DIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty killed the beast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;He died for Ann. What a nice gorilla. He gave up everything, even his life, to drop from the highest point of the Empire State building of New York. &lt;p&gt;I can't say how many times I cried during the show, but I kept forcing my tears back in. This 3hour 8minute show really touched me. I wasn't the only one who cried! And hey, I'm an animal-lover. Kong's eyes really urged me to cry - they were just so weak, so sweet. &lt;p&gt;But after all, it's just a show. Kong's just an animation. But he's touched me so much, &lt;i&gt;I'M GOING TO PASTE HIS PICTURES IN MY BEDROOM!&lt;/i&gt; When you guys come over, you're going to see my collection of such a wonderful gorilla. &lt;p&gt;Okay, before I go, I just don't want you to forget that &lt;b&gt;KONG DIED FOR LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/kingkong2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's watch the sunset together on the Empire State building.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113472200410156356?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113472200410156356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113472200410156356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113472200410156356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113472200410156356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/kong-king-of-jungle_16.html' title='Kong, King of the jungle.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113461737630056948</id><published>2005-12-15T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:44:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxurious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HAIR IS &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLDEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Actually, I bought a tube of Last-One-Day hair colour. The colour makes me look really old. My sister picked it. Of all the colours, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Although it makes me look Lianish, I think it's still nice. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M WATCHING KING KONG TODAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The King Kong movie is rated 4 out of 5 stars. I've been waiting so long to watch it! I'm King Kong's fan, he's my idol. Hah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/kingkong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He looks quite cute, right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/kingkong3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But maybe scary too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113461737630056948?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113461737630056948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113461737630056948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113461737630056948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113461737630056948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/luxurious.html' title='Luxurious.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113461607375777476</id><published>2005-12-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:07:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In The Amazing Race...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was SOOO close!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really wanted the Bransens to win, but the Linzs were faster.&lt;p&gt;The last challenge was fixing up a coloured map of states, and the Linz brother could actually &lt;em&gt;memorise&lt;/em&gt; the states. It was such a close finish - only the Bransens were running rather slowly.&lt;p&gt;But still, all smiles. Everyone wanted the Linzs to win eh? Ohh man, 2nd place &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; gets anything.&lt;p&gt;I better not commit myself to watching anymore reality shows. All I support turns up runner-up and never the champion. Shooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113461607375777476?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113461607375777476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113461607375777476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113461607375777476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113461607375777476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race!'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113438368229115181</id><published>2005-12-13T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:36:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;STEPH WON SURVIVOR GUATEMALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;STEPH WON RUNNER-UP IN SURVIVOR GUATEMALA. &lt;p&gt;I can't believe she lost to Danni with votes from the jury resulting in 6 to 1! Actually, I checked the results earlier.&lt;p&gt;Altogether in Survivor, Stephenie LaGrossa has been through so much as &lt;strong&gt;2 seasons&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;36 losses and only 10 wins&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I had dinner at Breeks yesterday. It was kind of impromptu, but really great. (: I forgot what I ate before, so I ordered Pasta with Creamy Mushroom Sauce. It was simply delicious. I paid 57 bucks for the whole dinner!&lt;p&gt;Jillian posted a really ugly picture of me in her latest entry. It's when I obviously &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; want my picture to be taken. Ohh well.&lt;p&gt;Next up, the season finale of The Amazing Race - results and my comments! (Quick update: I want the Bransens to win!)&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every little thing that you say or do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;Baby, night and day&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113438368229115181?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113438368229115181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113438368229115181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113438368229115181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113438368229115181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-my-dreams.html' title='Take my dreams.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113435700160214734</id><published>2005-12-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:41:44.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gone Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANNA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or maybe not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Only&lt;/u&gt; sweet &lt;strong&gt;Geraldine &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Yiling&lt;/strong&gt; cared to stay up til midnight to send me birthday wishes! (Geraldine was fighting to be the first, but she was seconds too late. Hahha!) (: I'm not asking for more since midnight's already over but thank you Geraldine! Thank you Yiling! &lt;p&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; how the sweettums remember my birthday and the people I'm closer to don't. &lt;p&gt;Today, my aunt, my dad, Randi, Desiree, Joan, Angelyn, Olivia, Joy, Tricia, Raquel and Amy sent me birthday wishes. (I'll keep updating the wonderful list!) &lt;strong&gt;Thank you all!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ohh, did I mention? Shee Ming called 3 days ago to wish me Happy Birthday before she went to Malaysia. &lt;em&gt;So sweeeet of her!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;The best thing so far is the card my sister made me. It's kind of similar to the one she made for my dad, but still terrific! She wrote a letter to me on one of my favourite postcards too. (: &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Survivor Guatemala's airing today! I'll be a couch potato for 3 hours. Hah. &lt;p&gt;The results and my comments up next! (Quick update: Danni won)&lt;/p&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/17329305-113435700160214734?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113435700160214734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113435700160214734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113435700160214734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113435700160214734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-gone-birthday.html' title='Happy Gone Birthday.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113430291755422748</id><published>2005-12-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:14:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My aunt brings us for Christmas shopping at the end of every year, and yesterday was not unlike. Cruising down Orchard Road, struggling through human floods and mall-hopping in the strangest manner was not what I was hoping for. But hey, we got everything we wanted. (: &lt;p&gt;We were allowed to buy anything, shirts or underwears. I hardly shop at Orchard - or never, matter-of-factly. We shop-hopped too, namely these shops: Esprit, Guess, Zara, Fila and the Takashimaya Departmental Store. I couldn't find anything I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; liked. &lt;p&gt;We took painsaking time trying to find Zara. My sister insisted on finding it just because I mentioned it. Besides, she was wearing a Zara shirt. Everywhere was crowded. I couldn't decide on getting any shirt, but my mother picked up something I really liked. It was the last piece of a dog shirt. It's rather cute, and it was only $19.90, so I immediately paid for it. &lt;p&gt;Fila was still great. The shirts there were really nice. And I accidentally picked one which cost $49.90 without knowing it. But whatever the price, I still got it. (: Hehh. The sleeveless shirt I bought is a shocking pink colour. Really surprising since I don't usually wear pink. &lt;p&gt;I kept looking at the Nike bottles. It's cheaper now than it was before. I've been longing for the common one everybody carries, but the price &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; dropped. In the end, my sister bought another one for me as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;birthday present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my mum paid for it anyway). It was a nicer, newer type. &lt;p&gt;I guess real shopping did me no good. I mean, I did get stuff that made me happy. But my feet ached. Dinner was a headache. We couldn't get seats at the food centre where my dad kept reminding us there were 800 seats inside. It was damn crowded. I wouldn't ever want to eat there again. Queueing up for food was another problem. I bought Japanese food (Unagi!) and everyone was knocking into me. I waited for what seemed like hours. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was offered to spend the day in Pan Pacific tomorrow, and have a scrumptous dinner. I'd even be able to drop by in Suntec and maybe I could get something I'm longing for. But I turned it down because the last episode of Survivor will be aired in the afternoon, and I find it extremely important. Me, missing a &lt;strong&gt;huge &lt;/strong&gt;birthday treat, for a TV show? Hah. I'm still cheering for my fave contestant (Steph) though! &lt;p&gt;Oh yes, tomorrow's my birthday, isn't it? I almost forgot. (Hahh) I don't expect any celebration or presents because nobody's coming. Yes, I postponed the gathering. For my own reasons. I can't wait til I &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; get all my birthday presents, if anybody does give it to me. &lt;p&gt;Gosh, sorry for the long story. Just couldn't wait to spill it all out! Woopsee, &lt;strong&gt;here I end&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113430291755422748?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113430291755422748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113430291755422748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113430291755422748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113430291755422748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/splendid.html' title='Splendid.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113402290485713231</id><published>2005-12-10T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:53:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Big Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not the kind of person that likes Channel8 stars, but here's one that really caught my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Jesseca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesseca Liu, model-turned-actress. (Starred in The Champion and Portrait of Home) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She won the Most Popular Newcomer at the Star Awards 2005 nights ago and from what I know, Ger, Olio and I were supporting her. She's not Singaporean, but who cares when she's so tall and pretty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;OLIVIA SAW HER IN REAL LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really coincidental since we talked about this actress days ago, and then she saw her at Paragon yesterday. According to Olivia (who missed the chance of snapping a picture of Jesseca Liu), she was really pretty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;just for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113402290485713231?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113402290485713231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113402290485713231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113402290485713231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113402290485713231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/next-big-thing.html' title='The Next Big Thing.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113403608149768374</id><published>2005-12-09T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:07:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-early Post:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Posts that are posted earlier than the above date.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not like he'll read this anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEADLINES: WOMAN SAVES KITTEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The story plainly goes like this. The new kitten that stays on the ground floor was stuck up on the aircon ledge on the 9th storey of my block, coincidentally where I stay. (How the hell did it get up there in the first place?) It didn't know how to come back to the side that holds safety, and my mum had to climb over the wall onto the aircon ledge to save the shivering little furball. Why would anyone in the right state of mind, go all out to save an ungrateful fella, and even be willing to risk his or her own life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine what could have happened if my mum didn't do that? The kitten could have anyhow fallen since it was walking &lt;u&gt;on the edge&lt;/u&gt; of the ledge. It was quite stupid to do that, actually. But imagine what could have happened to my mother if she wasn't careful! Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister loves this kitten, though she wasn't present at the scene. It followed her before, and my sister thinks it's &lt;em&gt;really cute&lt;/em&gt;. But cute isn't everything. Cute can mean stupid. As stupid as to be on the aircon ledge of the 9th storey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm angry at this furball. It was the one that chased Teddy away. Teddy used to live in the same house, but now that a new kitten's taken over her territory, Teddy refuses to come back. Oh my sweet little fat milky Teddy, come back to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, enough about all these cat-talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's my 66th post of this quite-new blog! My previous blog ended with exactly 66 posts. So the 66th post calls for a celebration. Isn't this the 66th post? Hahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next up, Jesseca Liu! &lt;/em&gt;(I finally got her picture and stuff ready)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113403608149768374?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113403608149768374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113403608149768374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113403608149768374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113403608149768374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/wonders.html' title='Wonders.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113401842046910226</id><published>2005-12-08T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:56:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STREAK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so into my birthday, I totally forgot my dad's birthday was tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't prepared anything or whatsoever. &lt;em&gt;Gasp&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and by the way, my little gathering on my birthday has to be postponed. I'll update you girls on the date later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ehh! My hair is &lt;strong&gt;CUT&lt;/strong&gt;! Hah, no big deal. The only thing I like about this new hairstyle is the baby fringe which I particularly wanted. I don't like the other parts of the hairstyle. Moreover, the hairdresser took &lt;u&gt;3 hours&lt;/u&gt; to cut my hair, my mother's and my sister's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jillian&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;reddened&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her hair. Apart from the fact that her hair was already red, though I couldn't see clearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother wanted to cover up her white hair, and the hairdresser was bent on giving her something like an orange colour to highlight her hair with. In the end, she ended up with a slightly more brown colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was clearly interested in what my mother and sister were doing to their hair. But I'm not allowed to colour my hair. Imagine I had blue hair. (Haha!) It was in the list of hair colours okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched America's Next Top Model: Return to the Runway last night. The girls changed alot, I must say. But Kahlen (my favourite, the runner-up) still looked fairly pretty. When they showed Naima's twin sister who looked &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like her, my sister made this statement: &lt;em&gt;Everyone has doubles in this world.&lt;/em&gt; Or something like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/KingKong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, my double? My mother says so. King Kong and I have &lt;strong&gt;very great similarities&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, there's gonna be a worldwide release on December 14th, and I'm gonna catch it somewhere then. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yahh, &lt;strong&gt;I'm ambitious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113401842046910226?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113401842046910226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113401842046910226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113401842046910226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113401842046910226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/streak.html' title='STREAK.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113387602163886449</id><published>2005-12-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:39:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday BASH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-early post:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only 5 more days to my birthday, so I thought, why not do&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what to get me for my birthday. These are my &lt;em&gt;general&lt;/em&gt; gifts of last year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Radio.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, my mother got me an Enzer Hi-Fi set because it was on sale.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/MP3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then she got me an MP3 player, because it was on sale too. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Whale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later, I bugged her for a whale to swim with in the swimming pool. So we got it from Toys 'R' Us. I realised, after &lt;strong&gt;just one swim&lt;/strong&gt;, it was too huge for me. I had trouble just getting up on this taller-than-me floater and apart from that, it's really childish. But I'm still a kid la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Star.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy &lt;u&gt;made&lt;/u&gt; this for me with her very own hands. She painted it for me. &lt;em&gt;How sweet&lt;/em&gt;. She did this just because she remembered a simple remark I made when I saw something like that in an art room. Where can you find friends like that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Spray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy gave this to me! A really expensive-looking body spray with a smell of magnolia. (Indirectly suggesting I stink)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from these, I've got other gifts too. Valerie Tan gave me an expensive Phone Detector Dog. Haha! It's just a doggy that barks when any incoming or outgoing call or message is made or sent. My mother got me badminton rackets too, but I didn't take a photograph of them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Wants for 12th December 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inky pens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toy guitar! (&lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt; working ones where I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; get to play tunes on. &lt;u&gt;Not&lt;/u&gt; the kinds where you touch the string and it plays by itself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday wishes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presents. (Joy's not giving me any! Hehh.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Don't-Wants for 12th December 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolates. (It's totally not my type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cakes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I still can't figure out &lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt; exactly I do want! I want to be specific. Ohh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113387602163886449?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113387602163886449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113387602163886449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113387602163886449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113387602163886449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday BASH.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113383925389304353</id><published>2005-12-06T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:20:53.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is right is right, even if no one is doing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesseca Liu won the Most Popular Newcomer at the Star Awards 2 nights ago. That definitely puts smiles on both my mother's and my own face, cos we think she's very sweet and pretty. Nothing to do with acting though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have almost the same taste. We both like the waterpolo player. But I'm the only one who exclaims "&lt;em&gt;EH! The waterpolo player!&lt;/em&gt;" everytime I see him on TV. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been clearing out my tornado-wrecked room and it's barely unmessy now. It's still unfinished. I gotta have it packed by my birthday, in case anyone comes over and feels giddy at the atrocious sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comedy Continuity:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My mother drinks her water in the middle of the night, then drops the bottle on my father's head. Hahh. (Once only, actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113383925389304353?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113383925389304353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113383925389304353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113383925389304353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113383925389304353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-right-is-right-even-if-no-one.html' title='What is right is right, even if no one is doing it.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113383888005234195</id><published>2005-12-05T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:14:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days to my death-quiet birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am &lt;s&gt;perfect&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a good actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113383888005234195?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113383888005234195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113383888005234195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113383888005234195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113383888005234195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/7-more-days-to-my-death-quiet-birthday.html' title='7 more days to my death-quiet birthday.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113368908774190196</id><published>2005-12-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:50:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will always find a way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found my love through the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Picture4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Flubby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcus Ng!&lt;/strong&gt; My water polo favourite. I &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; find any nice pictures of him, so too bad. He's a part-time model; the one in a red-white jacket in the Team Singapore theme song video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aye! Randi Tan, you should check this out. &lt;u&gt;Eddie Cibrian&lt;/u&gt;. He acted in The Cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, The Chronicles of Narnia is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I can't find it anywhere, at any cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh. &lt;strong&gt;8 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/strong&gt;I want birthday presents. Little gathering! (: SHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, this little self-unaware boy stepped out of the lift singing the cockroach song by the Singapore singer. I know it attracts little kids la, but it was.. &lt;u&gt;hilarious&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"KAN JIAN ZANG LANG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WO BU PA BU PA LA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WO SHEN JING BI JIAO DA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BU PA BU PA BU PA LA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this, I must say you're totally off. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Room packed?&lt;/em&gt; NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homework touched? &lt;/em&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studying 2006 syllabus? &lt;/em&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113368908774190196?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113368908774190196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113368908774190196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113368908774190196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113368908774190196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-will-always-find-way.html' title='Time will always find a way.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113360531859105472</id><published>2005-12-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:22:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jillian brought home gifts from Prague for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Present.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a polar bear! But Jillian assumed it was a dog, that's why she bought it. It has choc inside, almost like M&amp;amp;M, but rather hard. At first we didn't know how to open it, and so the polar bear had to have his head plucked off. Now the head's rather loose and the real opening's at the bottom. Ohh, it's also a coin box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Present2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Jillian got me everything related to dogs. This is soap in the shape of a dog! Rather cute and it smells really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Present3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing cards with doggy pictures all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/Presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like putting all my gifts together. They look nice, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the most gifts, by the way. All these are way better than the Chicken Little I got for my sister! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it all? Yes, it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113360531859105472?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113360531859105472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113360531859105472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113360531859105472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113360531859105472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113350745251564139</id><published>2005-12-02T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:11:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my resistance will never be distance enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Wreck of the Day, Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't been online for so many days! I have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Jillian's coming back tonight! Hah. I'm gonna look like a retarded kid waving Chicken Little in the air at the Arrival Hall in the airport. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I watched Just Like Heaven already. Frankly, it's rather boring 'cos the movie goes slow. But it was quite nice, I guess. The Skeleton Key really freaked me out. I mean, I couldn't even sleep last night after I watched the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I caught Chicken Little days ago. It's not very interesting but rather cute! (: After all, the comic book revealed all already. At least part of the story. &lt;strong&gt;When it comes to saving the world&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; it pays to be a little chicken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I forgot to add in two more movies I've got. Scary Movie 2, which I haven't watched, and Quill! Little Quill, a Japanese movie about a dog who leads the blind. I cried so many times while watching the movie. You know, the dog hit his head and had a stroke? Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, just for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113350745251564139?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113350745251564139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113350745251564139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113350745251564139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113350745251564139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-run.html' title='Long Run.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113350805044901458</id><published>2005-12-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:23:15.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it comes to saving the world,&lt;br /&gt;it pays to be a little chicken.&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken Little movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Chicken Little plushie I bought as a Welcome Back gift for my sister! Cost me 14 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/sparklesbubbles/ChickenLittle5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&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/17329305-113350805044901458?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113350805044901458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113350805044901458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113350805044901458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113350805044901458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet-gift.html' title='Sweet Gift.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113318275809998909</id><published>2005-11-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:03:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a miracle, waiting for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Beautiful Disaster, Kelly Clarkson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Holiday Movie Marathon for me! (: I can't believe I actually &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; something to do during the hols. After all, I've got so many movies to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Un-watched movies I have:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just Like Heaven (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Skeleton Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Red Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Legend of Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Watched movies I have:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Herbie Fully Loaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I Do I Do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113318275809998909?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318275809998909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113318275809998909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318275809998909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318275809998909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/searching-for-miracle-waiting-for-you.html' title='Searching for a miracle, waiting for you.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113318156468873211</id><published>2005-11-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:43:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He drowns in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;An exquisite extreme. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a drive-in to Malaysia today! Went to 3 places. Oh man, I bought alot of stuff. I finally had a shopping spree after a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a department store, I spotted a &lt;strong&gt;Jan's Design&lt;/strong&gt; shirt that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan's J Sports.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really catchy, but it had 'JAN' there. That was enough for me to go all crazy and whacked up, cos I loved it alot but couldn't fit in. I mean, I really could. Just that the armholes were a little too small since the shirt was for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Movies! I spotted so many movies at all 3 malls I went to. (: Of course, I got what I wanted. I shall post the list the next time I blog.&lt;br /&gt;The guy at Carrefour mall was so cool! I mean, I bought some from him and left out one. When I went back for Chicken Little, he winked and gave me a discount of 2RM! Hah. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I've got too much to say. OHH. I've been contemplating on what I should get for my sister as a Welcome Back gift, and I found what I was looking for. I bought a Chicken Little stuff toy! Rather big, but cute la. I'm so lovely, yeh. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ehh, I can't remember when but I had a GREAT CHAT about underwears with Yiling. You should check her post out &lt;a href="http://sticky-tape.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little, little.&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/17329305-113318156468873211?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318156468873211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113318156468873211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318156468873211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318156468873211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/chicken-little.html' title='Chicken Little.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113318063371112840</id><published>2005-11-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:40:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watered Candle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried over the ocean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's your turn to find my tear. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Choir concert! My aunt gave me 3 tickets, and I gave 1 to Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids there didn't sing really well. There was still that kiddy voice in them that kind of twisted the song a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was at the Singapore Sports School, which was pretty big. We weren't allowed much exploration since it was way into the night. The concert was held in the indoor hall, which had really freezing aircon. We peeked at the swimming pool too. The Sports School's just like Boarding School where you can't go home, but you have dorms and stuff. If me, I would never stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, had a good supper at Macs at Elias Mall and I ate alot more than Joy, and much faster. I spotted the love of my life downstairs. The little grey kitten that slept through our strokes and talking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17329305-113318063371112840?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318063371112840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113318063371112840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318063371112840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113318063371112840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/watered-candle.html' title='Watered Candle.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</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-17329305.post-113293232974970497</id><published>2005-11-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:25:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the tears and the laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I broke away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it just covered me all over again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefect Training today! Sec 1s were rather lonely and scared when we were first there, but I guessed we warmed up a little bit after the whole 9 hours.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where do I start with? The games weren't exactly my kind of fun because I injured myself. Sprained this and that. There were talks by the Head Prefect, Ex-Head Prefect Adlin and Ex-ex-Head Girl.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After those talks by the Heads and all, I think I really got scared a little bit. Being a Prefect is so tough. The teachers talked to us too. Mrs Linda Teo and Mrs Joseph. Ohh man. I'm gonna have to wear a long skirt for the rest of the year and I'm not allowed to alter it. Like, what? It's gonna be such a BIG sacrifice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Adlin was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; funny. She's so fun to talk to. And she insisited on playing the Banga game. Some dance thing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So many people were like, "&lt;em&gt;Jillian's sister?&lt;/em&gt;". My shell, back on me again? I'm JANNA. Not Jillian's sister. I mean, I am Jillian's sister but I have a name!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Altogether, it was okay la. I got to know some new Senior Prefects. Betilda! From Drama. She was in my group. Erin too. The only one from my class in my group is Xiaoqi, who suggested our group name should be &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;, since we couldn't come up with one good enough. Jolena, this really funny senior, said we should call ourselves Anonymous or Document1. Hahha. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, we got our Prefect-In-Training badge! Red badge, I call it. I know it fades away to white pretty fast. I just hope I won't get kicked out of THE Prefectorial Board, as Adlin called it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I'm rather tired after 9 hours of not-so-fun-but-strict training. So, see you.&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/17329305-113293232974970497?l=emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113293232974970497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17329305&amp;postID=113293232974970497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113293232974970497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17329305/posts/default/113293232974970497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallydisabled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/through-tears-and-laughter.html' title='Through the tears and the laughter.'/><author><name>Janna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880507392801501566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
