<?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-6775744</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:44:53.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Towkay</title><subtitle type='html'>All hail the greatest boss.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115872904933704631</id><published>2006-09-20T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:19.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOOKAY.</title><content type='html'>Today is the COOOKAY collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;40 more days to end of EYE &amp; 'O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crap. Why must have 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE MUST BUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so how do i live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do i live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do i live ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115872904933704631?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115872904933704631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115872904933704631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115872904933704631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115872904933704631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/coookay.html' title='COOOKAY.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115855958751936232</id><published>2006-09-18T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hahahaha</title><content type='html'>When you hahaha, you just can't resist hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When MINITOWKAY/TOWKAY &amp; I/MYTOWKAY is released with it's diving boards and lava pools and random qns, I SHALL DOMINATE THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's just the MONDAY ORANGES. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S MAPLE IN THIS COMP BUT THE PATCH IS FAULTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaail!!! Not that I'm addicted or what, but just... Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go help pack cookies later.&lt;br /&gt;The blogging times are short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;So sad. And then I'll go cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;Probrably'll just trim like so freaking little you won't notice any difference.&lt;br /&gt;Buawhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115855958751936232?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115855958751936232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115855958751936232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115855958751936232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115855958751936232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-hahahaha.html' title='oh hahahaha'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115812506091860038</id><published>2006-09-13T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ms. towkay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MS. TOWKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Samsui Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossy. Hail-able. Bestest.&lt;br /&gt;(XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9531/screenmk2.gif" border="1" bordercolor="white" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omygosh, LOOKS SO COOL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;ANGELA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omygosh, SOOOO COOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mallet incase anyone want to whack me. Muawha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115812506091860038?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115812506091860038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115812506091860038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115812506091860038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115812506091860038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/ms-towkay.html' title='ms. towkay'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115812453572303846</id><published>2006-09-13T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohshaddup.</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to blog yesterday so here I am today. Since school lets us off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL A SENSE OF ACCOMPLISMENT! I'm actually feeling the need to study. Hohohos. I studied like so much in the library yesterday. Aren't I AWESOME? xDD So crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after typing this post, surfing a little and writing my entry into an FIR CD contest I'm heading for the library to study again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass all for EYE. Hohohos. I don't think it'll be so bad until I pass only 3 (the amount needed so I need not "liu ban") right? That'll be kind of sad. They should put it at 5 or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS: RENAME OF BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I forget, this blog has been renamed as MS. TOWKAY!!! YAY! XDDD&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;All hail the mighty Angela! xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115812453572303846?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115812453572303846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115812453572303846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115812453572303846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115812453572303846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohshaddup.html' title='ohshaddup.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115795621901858397</id><published>2006-09-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>idon'tknowwhatto say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I've kind of lost touch with blogging. It's like that kind of feeling where you have so much to write, but since you are banned from the comp (refering to yours truly, thank you very much), by the time you get to the comp you don't have any idea what to write. But who cares, I shall just try. I'M GOING TO TYPE BACK THE LONG LONG PARAS I USED TO TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lalaladedum. Today was a/an _____ day. It was a/an _____ day because 1) Im being lame 2) I don't know how to describe it. I feel like I'm drifting further and further away from (UNREVEALED) and I don't know how to get nearer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Bla?&lt;br /&gt;No Bla.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's happening to the world and me. We're blaing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our progress report cards today. And despite all the disappointment I'm here typing instead of studying. (Shows that I'm really hopeless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy don't we ever treasure things and mourn over it only AFTER it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played softball today during PE. I completely sucked at kicking. I was like, mussing the bal 5 times in a row. So crap. I really wonder when on the earth will I ever excel in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pigs fly while saying "We support Airpork".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to say "I'm sorry"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115795621901858397?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115795621901858397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115795621901858397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115795621901858397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115795621901858397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/idontknowwhatto-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115780581486847075</id><published>2006-09-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm actually on the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to beg and beg to get here to post. 'Cos I'm banned from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, exams. Always exams. How brillliiiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag raising was pretty fun. I'm glad that this time I did much better than Sec 1, and I did try my best to gather donations at Bugis. Hohohos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish exams will end quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blogskin again. Hahaa. The previous one took too long to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心的每一天, 由阳光的你开始.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong was nice. Haha. I was mostly fastfowarding 'cos I have to return it to Connie by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can finish watching it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115780581486847075?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115780581486847075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115780581486847075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115780581486847075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115780581486847075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115691538478883349</id><published>2006-08-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohohos</title><content type='html'>The guy hasn't chased us out yet. So I'm still here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a leaders introduction thing. Frankly, I'm quite disappointed. I expected individual presentations at least, even if they don't itnroduce themselves individually. But the fact they even bothered to organize it was commendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they want to brand Cedar. It isn't really that bad, but Option 1 as a sports school was DEFINITELY out. I'm SO not supporting more jogging sessions. I was more drawn to the customized timetable in Option 2, even though it was pretty reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the world was with me, this afternoon they're all against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you. You don't know when you hurt do you?&lt;br /&gt;You idiotic piece of sharp glass.&lt;br /&gt;And those reading, please do not think it's you.&lt;br /&gt;If you're actually even reading.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you may be the you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh like who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to believe&lt;br /&gt;they push you down&lt;br /&gt;and then pick you up&lt;br /&gt;and turn you around&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy as you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't and never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115691538478883349?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115691538478883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115691538478883349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115691538478883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115691538478883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/hohohos.html' title='hohohos'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115691451608793682</id><published>2006-08-30T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wadde heck.</title><content type='html'>wadde heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I resolve to post a PROPER blog post, the comp lab just HAS to close at 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are, no blog post. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115691451608793682?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115691451608793682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115691451608793682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115691451608793682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115691451608793682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/wadde-heck.html' title='wadde heck.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115685075171063838</id><published>2006-08-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.</title><content type='html'>If the world is yelling at you, just yell back at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a pro Aunt Agony, whoever supplying my column shall go bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115685075171063838?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115685075171063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115685075171063838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115685075171063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115685075171063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/erm.html' title='erm.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115651043158176473</id><published>2006-08-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks man.</title><content type='html'>Two can play at this game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115651043158176473?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115651043158176473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115651043158176473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115651043158176473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115651043158176473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-man.html' title='Thanks man.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115633228196114726</id><published>2006-08-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoho, like whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pls Take Note: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not in Choir or Band and I apologise if there are any errors regarding music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pls Take Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not super uber good in English either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyhohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was drawn to the melodious sound coming from her neighbour’s house. It was unlike anything she had heard before – slow, yet soft, soothing yet powerful. It spoke no words but painted a thousand pictures. She felt as though the music surrounded her, blocking out the loud rock music blasting from some inconsiderate teenager’s radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enchanting, it was captivating – a masterpiece. A lively yet sorrowful piece of classical music, it stirred up mixed emotions in her. She could not resist getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her neighbours were away for two weeks, till the following Sunday. She tried her luck at the door and to her surprise it was not locked. Poor Aunt Lilac must have forgotten to turn the keyhole three times instead of twice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her steps coordinated with the beats of the music, she walked towards its source. She imagined herself as graceful ice-skater, twirling and spinning perfectly to the beats – fast, slow, then fast again. When the highest note on an octave was hit, she spun gracefully in the air before gliding back on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the object that had grabbed her attention – a musical box. Brushing away the dust on its lid, she found the words “Viva La Amistad” carved on it. She remember seeing her neighbour’s overjoyed face upon receiving the box as a birthday present, yet now it was thrown into a large box at a dark and damp corner of the living room, lost and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical box was playing its swan song, hoping that someone would hear it, just one someone, and remember having heard it. The last note was played and the lid closed by itself, contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made attempts to start the music again but did not succeed. Reluctantly, she left the house and stepped back into reality, a bustling world full of different sorts of noise, all incomparable to what she had just heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later, her neighbours returned. Looking out of the window, she saw the garbage collectors collect the box of forgotten memories from the doorstep and pile it onto a truck. Tears fell from her eyes as she caught the last glimpse of the musical box before the truck turned round the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115633228196114726?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115633228196114726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115633228196114726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115633228196114726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115633228196114726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoho-like-whatever.html' title='Hoho, like whatever.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115597420897877645</id><published>2006-08-19T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 154, 205);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Date of Birth 出生日期：7/11/1991&lt;br /&gt;Age 年龄：15&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope 星座：Scorpio 天蝎座&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type 血型：B+&lt;br /&gt;Height 身高：159 cm 公分&lt;br /&gt;Weight 体重：40 kg 公斤&lt;br /&gt;School 学校：Cedar Girls' Secondary School 四德女子中学&lt;br /&gt;Level 年级：Secondary 4 中四&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Singer 你最喜欢的歌手：Myself 自己&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies 嗜好：Singing, Web Designing 唱歌、制作网站&lt;br /&gt;Co-curricular activities 课外活动：Girl Guides 女童子军&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream On. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather have impractical dreams than have none at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115597420897877645?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115597420897877645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115597420897877645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115597420897877645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115597420897877645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/css.html' title='CSS'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115571222535130984</id><published>2006-08-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak stuff.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday there was a freak wind and freak downpour and I nearly thought I was going to die. Hahas. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the bees broke out of their bee hive and surrounded our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we getting too despo about the teach less learn more policy and want something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hands on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115571222535130984?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115571222535130984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115571222535130984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115571222535130984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115571222535130984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/freak-stuff.html' title='freak stuff.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115521521349472851</id><published>2006-08-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reachin' For Heaven - DIANA DEGARMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;There was just me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the days went tickin' by&lt;br /&gt;Like the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend my nights&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' how it would feel&lt;br /&gt;When the waiting would end&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow would start&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see the light&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness I'm comin' alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was so strong&lt;br /&gt;But you made me find the fire&lt;br /&gt;That was there all along&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see all I can be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I want it all&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone have shown me&lt;br /&gt;Shining new hope rises now for all&lt;br /&gt;I owe you&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Sing Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115521521349472851?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115521521349472851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115521521349472851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115521521349472851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115521521349472851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/reachin-for-heaven-diana-degarmo-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115517878948752714</id><published>2006-08-10T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pity you, the world's greatest idiot.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how to truly and correctly love and care for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115517878948752714?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115517878948752714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115517878948752714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115517878948752714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115517878948752714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-pity-you-worlds-greatest-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115493770153639437</id><published>2006-08-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>I'm ACTUALLY helping Uma to put up a HI-5 song on her CI website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO. Our group is called The Pirates of the Navybean (does it remind you of a certain movie with an *ahem* Orlando Bloom. Hohohos Michelle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave  it as *ahem* before some crazy OB fans run toward me with mallets. The SUPER &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt; kind. And Michelle will have the LARGEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! (squeaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO absolutely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday my CI group landed at my home from out hi-tech UFO. We enjoyed aircon in the com lab( even though it was raining it was HUUUMID.) We renamed ourselves Pirates of the Navybean. We digressed 80% of the time and got a few pages done (I was the culprit who delete the "Background Info" page).We further digressed and even watched the auditions of "Malaysian Superstar" on Youtube. Hohohohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Party. My Wallet. Lazy Cat. My Pencil Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak Preview: We are heading OUTSIIIDE tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that is so exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115493770153639437?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115493770153639437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115493770153639437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115493770153639437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115493770153639437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115355607869315426</id><published>2006-07-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to show that I'm crazy.</title><content type='html'>RHD was fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying a sari next year.&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohohohos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HIGH today!&lt;br /&gt;My MSN will prove it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been sending nonsensical messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Poke My Unicorn. I sent michie a pic that looked like a donkey instead of a unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it became POKE MY DONKCORN.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exactly to be high about, but I was so into self-highing.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: The conversation below has too much ego-ness for her (my split crazy ego personality) and your own good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time, you made me smile. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time, you made me smile. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time, you made me smile. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW NICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYO&lt;br /&gt;[some irrelevant and random details have been deleted to spare you of your boredom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA, YOU'RE SO SMART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....did you inhale alot of sugar today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST UNLIKE MOJO JOCHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh angela AREN'T YOU SMART, CLEVER AND PPPPPRRREEETTTTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LIKE A FLOWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THE ULTRA LLLLLLARRRGE KIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like tis: &lt;em&gt;[the MSN rose smiley]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and then michelle goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WHO ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN MY FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO WHERE, I REPLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(IN ULTRA SQUEAKY VOICE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I AM YOUR FFFFFRRRRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WANNA PLAY UFOBALL WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MICHELLE: SHOCK! GASP! HORROR! YOU'RE ....REEE AN ALIENNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think you seriously are high xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or self highing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HHHIGGGGGGGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP IN THE SKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A BAAAAALOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMMEEEWWWHERE OVER THE BAAAALOOON WAY UP HIGH&lt;br /&gt;[more deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna watch fma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAONDAEARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;=_= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullmetal alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on channel u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_= says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POKE MY DONKCORN. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURMAMMAL ULTRAMESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall stop copying it over before we all puke.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people just need a high moment, you know.&lt;br /&gt;BUAWHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really suffering from a serious nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really 15?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115355607869315426?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115355607869315426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115355607869315426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115355607869315426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115355607869315426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-to-show-that-im-crazy.html' title='Just to show that I&apos;m crazy.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115312397237255975</id><published>2006-07-17T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JPCA ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots. I can't wait till Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had Listening Compre today. It was pretty cool, broadcasted from an FM (after all, you don't expect them to produce 1 billion cds for all the schools). I think I got mostly correct, so shan't worry about it for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BIG THING IS THE ACTUAL TEST AT THE END OF THE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the Lake House. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It like, opens next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being the patrol second wasn't so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is learning to accept and forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115312397237255975?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115312397237255975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115312397237255975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115312397237255975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115312397237255975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/07/jpca.html' title='JPCA'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115199559693792192</id><published>2006-07-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S4FI, Walkathon and all that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the childish me, I never did want to get my butt off my lovely chair at 3S and head for the 1st level empty corridor. Becky had to push and pull and push (and we're like, learning about forces in Physics) before I was willing to enter (I mean, so many people had seen me, so what was I supposed to do)? I thank Becky for what she did, and actually, I was kind of looking forward to the module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Module was nice. Guides was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S4FI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I kept wondering why on the earth the seniors (Sec 3) were crying over their seniors (Sec 4). And now I know why...but I didn't cry (though I came close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, Sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;I really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coy 2 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Walkathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone was interested in our deco roses rather than the candy ones. I felt so extra, not knowing how to make the roses and just wrapping and refilling stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally rebought my World Badge and Enrolment Badge (uber shiny!!!) I wanted to buy a mini version of the Enrolment Badge but the queue was super long and the cashierers were super busy and they looked so pissed that I "FORGOT" ABOUT MY GREEN CORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Manito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MY ANGEL IS YURONG! WOOTS! I seriously didn't expect to get such a nice angel. Hohohos. She gave me a flying horse (super cute) and I spent the time after Walkathon shopping for her present. I couldn't decide even after shopping for so long, 'cos I thought that she looked like the type that liked cute stuff but Jiani reported that she wasn't, and she was more...erm...sporty? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Pick&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Spastic Mickey Mouse Doll with oversized ears. Okay, obviously I wouldn't have really bought that but I just kind of noticed it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Pick&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Visor&lt;br /&gt;It was black with white stripes or something, but I finally decided that it would look REALLY weird on Yurong, so I dropped the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Pick&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Birthstone Angel Bookmark&lt;br /&gt;Found it at Gift-a-name. Luckily Jiani was there or I would have fainted. (Jiani very resourceful, knew her b-day and everything). It's a metallic stick that looks like a hook and at the bottom of the shorter end there's a silver angel holding a purple birthstone. Hohohos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSOLUTE QM-NESS ALERT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Omygosh. After we left Gift-a-Name, Jiani ACTUALLY REMEMBERED TO RETRIVE THE BIG BOX OF GUMMY WE LEFT AT THE OTHER SIDE OF E DOOR! We were liked...shocked. I mean, we completely forgot about the box (esp me, cos all I thought of was passing the pressie to Yurong). THREE CHEERS FOR JIANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jiani called Sining and asked if they were at KFC. And then it was a "yes" so we all went down down down to KFC and I went in alone to pass e bookmark to Yurong and I didn't really explain much and I'm really super afraid that she can't tell that it's a bookmark. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disguise - 100% Senorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever felt some kind of emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;how you will never measure up, to those people&lt;br /&gt;you must be strong, can't show that you're weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone something that's far from truth&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that you're okay&lt;br /&gt;just to make them stop&lt;br /&gt;all the wondering, and questions they may have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm okay, I really am now&lt;br /&gt;Just needed some time, to figure things out&lt;br /&gt;Not telling lies, I'll be honest with you&lt;br /&gt;Still we don't know what's yet to come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your face, in a mirror there's a smile&lt;br /&gt;but inside you're just a mess, you feel far from good&lt;br /&gt;Need to hide, 'cos they'd never understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had this wish, of being somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;to let go of your disguise, all your worries too&lt;br /&gt;and from that moment, then you see things clear &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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115199559693792192?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115199559693792192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115199559693792192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115199559693792192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115199559693792192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/07/s4fi-walkathon-and-all-that.html' title='S4FI, Walkathon and all that.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115147556107735269</id><published>2006-06-28T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:17.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today was a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shine. Then very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1px;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fate really sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But I never did deserve that position anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115147556107735269?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115147556107735269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115147556107735269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115147556107735269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115147556107735269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-want-to-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Know'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-115086864428076969</id><published>2006-06-21T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohohos, it took me so long to post about my China trip because my mum was banning me from the comp. o_O I spent my precious holidays after China trip completing the stupid homework, but oh well... I feel quite relaxed now. If it weren't for the NCO camp I would have 5 days to party...and now it's reduced to 2 to watch 60 episodes of my VCDs. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINA TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I haven't been overseas in ages, so when i got to the airport I got kind of lost and it took me quite some time to find everyone (apart from the fact that I was late). And so we boarded the biggy plane and I didn't know how to secure my seatbelt for like... 15 minutes. I was trying to get it on the other way round, by opening up the flap and slotting it through the hole. I had to read the pamphlet in the seat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we flew for 5 hours. We had breakfast - Mee Fun - on the plane and then refreshment was the MOUTH-WATERING, SUPER DELICIOUS open face tuna sandwich. I watched Aquamarine for the second time (because I was so bored and the other movies either hadn't begun yet or I wasn't exactly interested) and played many rounds of the Mario Tetris. There was also a Kirby game where I could draw out my name with the joystick (or whatever the remote was called), which was super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down the bus, up the plane and to the 4-star Jin Bi Hui Huang Hotel. Fatmah and I were roomates in Room 606, with Louise and Weiting in 602, Joy and Jingting in 601 and Rasyiqah and Renuka in 608. We also befriended Deborah and Eileen from 610 (Sec 3/P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to rush to the Qinghuai River boat ride. The scenery was superb, but I was constantly blocked by a pillar, Mrs Lim and Ms Angelina Tan (who had the perfect spot to take all the nice pics) so many of my pics weren't that nice. But who cares about taking piccies when soon after was SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qinghuai River was near the Confucius Temple and the Confucius Temple was near WHOLE STREETS OF STORES! And everything was so cheap... Shopping Heaven. I bought mostly small stuff like keychains, pins and snowglobes while some of the other sec 3s got clothes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat dinner at a restaurant far, far away from the meeting place and consumed 2 x 2.5 litres bottles of Sprite and Pepsi (Fatmah stuck to Sprite as Pepsi was too sweet). The funny thing there was that they served like, 7 dishes or so before the whole big tub of rice. All of us were UBER FULL by then so we returned the rice. Hohos. Being the clumsy me, I also split water on Jingting (so sorry, JT) and for the next few days I was more careful but similiar incidents nearly occured. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then after more shopping, we went to the Suguo Supermarket near our hotel. They had like, FOUR SHELVES FULL OF THE SAME PRODUCT! o_O And there were many levels, but we didn't have time. We shopped for mainly snacks, and it was really super cheap (food is something easier to compare because the brands and type of product is similiar to Singapore's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a whole bag of stuff including 2 bars of Cadbury's Chocolate, 1 White Rabbit Sweet Packet, 1 Hi-Chew Candy, 2 large packets of Hershey's Kisses and 3 packets of Coffee and Milk Pocky for only S$10. The first day when I came back to Singapore, I found our stuff so ex! Hahas. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was rather tiring, but for all the nice scenery it was worth it. We went to the Sun Yat Sen memorial and climbed up 200+ steps all the way to the top. There wasn't really any nice scenery, but the sense of satisfaction was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then visited this garden-y thingy, at which we saw some Chinese little boys (with ____ed pants - it's better not for you to know) and girls (who looked and dressed fine, thank you) and some Sec 3s were busy taking pics of them. Hohohos, models at such a young age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, it was a visit to the local school, where we presented the principal with our very own Cedar bear. We then explored their school (which is like approx 4-5 times our size, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a junior college).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 wasn't really a happy day... we skipped shopping, but the teachers promised us a big reward on Day 4, so we just kept quiet and hoped it was good...and they announced A WHOLE FREE AND EASY SHOPPING DAY FOR DAY 4 INSTEAD OF THE TRIP TO SUZHOU AS PLANNED EARLIER! WOOTS! It was mainly because the bus trip itself will take 6 hours and it would be uber tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that we had to put up a performance for the old folks the following day and we spent Night 2 planning for the skit at Louise's and Weiting's room. We were digressing a lot, but we managed to come up with a script on how Singapore was born with Raffles and Sang Nila Utama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator - Louise&lt;br /&gt;Raffles - Joy&lt;br /&gt;Village Chief - Fatmah&lt;br /&gt;Lion cum Fisherman - Rasyiqah&lt;br /&gt;Sang Nila Utama - Moi&lt;br /&gt;Assistant cum Fisherman - Weiting&lt;br /&gt;Fishermen - Deborah, Eileen, Jingting, Renuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 3 morning, if I'm not mistaken, we had breakfast at a 5-star hotel! There was sushi and lots of other really nice food. It was complimentary from our Tour Guide (which we thanked him by buying tea leaves later on). Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- forgot about what happened after breakfast -&lt;br /&gt;I think we visited this island (oh yes, the island)! We went on this large ship that could store like, 10 cars and us together (which was really a big metal plank that could be steered around) to JiangXin Island. Then we went to the grape vineyard were other than looking at grapes there were obstacle courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rocking bridge (lots of people screaming) and a string attached to a plank (where you can put both feet on) followed by a string attached to a wooden cylinder (only enough for one feet) and another one where it was just the string itself (more screaming xD). Then we ate lunch on the island itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to the old folks home, which was waayyy inside the area (between it and the main door were lots of construction stuff that could have easily caused us to sprain our legs, but luckily we didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 - Singing "Lao Shu Ai Da Mi" a.k.a "Mice Like Rice"&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 - Founding of Singapore Skit&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 - Singing many songs (including "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin" a.k.a "The Moon Represents My Heart")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to the mainland (or maybe we didn't, short-term memory) and visited a car factory. It was both boring and cool to see how a car was pieced up and we went through a short presentation before leaving for... SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was at a pasam malam cum market sort of place, except it was indoors, with little stores selling jewellery, stationery, ornaments, etc. At first I didn't have the heart to bargain (the stuff were so cheap already) but then everyone nearly fainted when they heard about it and I tried to bargain. The most I went that day was - 6 yuan. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIFA WORLD CUP STARTED THAT NIGHT! We all gathered in Rasyiqah's room, watching the match between Germany and Costa Rica and playing Old Maid at the same time. This must be like, the first time I've actually sat down to watch a football match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4 - SHOPPING DAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the same market-y area as many had said they couldn't get what they wanted. I just bought more random, small stuff. Weiting and Fatmah discovered S$60+ BUCKS GAMEBOYS! *is envious* But then again, even if I bought it, I wouldn't play it that often...but still, WHAT A GREAT BARGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to another market-y area (but bigger) and I felt lucky I stayed on the third level (with all the small stuff and paintings and stuffed toys. My favourite purchase was a set of Korean Dolls at 50 yuan each (so Daejanggeum)! Then we went downstairs at 5:30 (meeting time) but Mrs Lim was still manicuring. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we watched the match of England and Paraguay in seperate rooms (I watched it alone as Fatmah went to Rasyiqah and Renuka's room) and I CANNOT BELIEVE THE ONLY GOAL WAS A "Wu Long Qiu" (meaning the team hit the ball into their own goal)! So sad for Paraguay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 wasn't much... we went back to the airport, where I bought a panda on free duty (50 yuan) and nearly wanted to buy a small box of chocolates for 76.50 yuan (I mistook it for 16.50). Then we boarded the plane back to Singapore, with Mrs Lim and Mrs Tan taking the RAFFLES CLASS. This time SIA scattered us all over the place, so many of us were made to sit with different levels and it was so chaotic it was hard to change seats. A poor Sec 2 had to sit with two STRANGERS (guys, at that) and it was the window seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Failure to Launch (really nice) and half of Ultraviolet, which wasn't as bad as the reviews stated. There was a storyline and feelings included, not only fighting throughout the entire show though that was what mainly happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Singapore -- Home Sweet Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-115086864428076969?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/115086864428076969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=115086864428076969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115086864428076969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/115086864428076969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/06/hohohos-it-took-me-so-long-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114957784786305750</id><published>2006-06-06T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oof.</title><content type='html'>You must be so glad that I've finally realised I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish it didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BP Quest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Charis asked me whether I wanted us to get into the finals, I said no. It may be a sickening answer to everyone out there, but I felt I wasn't fully prepared. I felt we weren't fully prepared. But still I was praying for us when the results were listed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those teams deserved to be up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too late anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that one always has to wait till you've reached the finishing line to sigh and wonder why you couldn't have gone faster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I stop giving stupid excuses to run away from the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I finally admit it's all my fault?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When will I ever learn to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what if I wanted Rosyth? So what if I didn't know I had to reconfirm to be one of the 10 facilitators?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what if I was forced to join BP Quest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The ultimate answer is: I should have put my best into it.&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/6775744-114957784786305750?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114957784786305750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114957784786305750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114957784786305750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114957784786305750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/06/oof.html' title='Oof.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114925614784029179</id><published>2006-06-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yohohohos.</title><content type='html'>只要相信, 就会看见幸福绿光.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy VCDs and watch till I drop! Hahas... when I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.chinatv.com.tw/event/2005/devil/"&gt;Devil Beside You&lt;/a&gt;, I was so tired I was practically half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VCD Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green Forest, My Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;绿光森林&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In Love With A Senorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;爱上千金美眉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;100% Senorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;千金百分百&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It Started With A Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;恶作剧之吻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohos. Can't wait to start on my VCD watching spree. MUAWHAHAHS! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114925614784029179?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114925614784029179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114925614784029179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114925614784029179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114925614784029179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/06/yohohohos.html' title='yohohohos.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114839601979300704</id><published>2006-05-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know what to do</title><content type='html'>June's going to be a busy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China trip. BP Quest.  NCO camp. NYAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a SUPER THICK stack of notes for BQ Quest. I wonder how much of it I can digest.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we at least get into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China trip, got so many things to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCO camp is going to be booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ON THE EARTH DID THEY TELL US TO FILL OUT THAT DARN FORM? HELLO, SELF-EVALUATION? I have low self-esteem, thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only one that I can give myself a 1-2 is the knowledge thing. And I haven't even gone through BP Quest yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with my nominations. Did they create the footdrills I/C or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 positions:&lt;br /&gt;CL&lt;br /&gt;ACL&lt;br /&gt;Secetary (Internal &amp; Webpage)&lt;br /&gt;Secetary (External &amp;amp; NYAA)&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer&lt;br /&gt;QM (Lounge)&lt;br /&gt;QM (Store + Reporter for Guides News)&lt;br /&gt;PT I/C (+ CIP)&lt;br /&gt;Footdrills I/C (+ hike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohos. They should create a first aid I/C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Coys x 9 Ex-Co = 18 Ex-co&lt;br /&gt;34 guidies - 18 Ex-co - 10 PL = 6 PS (provided they are scattered across different patrols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hohohos.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want to be, and I won't get it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Hohohos.&lt;br /&gt;Is Hohohos like my divider or something?&lt;br /&gt;Hohohos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114839601979300704?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114839601979300704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114839601979300704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114839601979300704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114839601979300704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to do'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114796239878833278</id><published>2006-05-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's presenting...</title><content type='html'>Here's presenting the results of me eating 5 LARGE chocolate balls and avoiding the strawberry flavour and gobbling down the chocolate (SO HEATY!) and milk ones instead. *sniff* *cough* How nice, let's un-welcome Mr. Sniff into the family. I hope he gets kicked out soon. One thing for sure, I won't have to run X Country tomorrow. Do I still have to go or something? Shall just go incase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEOMAN, EVEN IF YOU'VE DENIED MY ENTRY, I'M STILL NOT RUNNING! MUAWHAHAHA! Then again it's not that I really mind running, but I haven't been running for very long since Jogging ended. Oh what a lame excuse. Like I'm going to get an MC next year. Anyways I don't want one 'cos it's my last year and being sick really sucks. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I failed footdrills. I don't know how to comment pass that 4th word. I am disappointed, yes, I don't know of any human being on the earth who wouldn't be disappointed if he/she were in my shoes, and I almost burst out crying (for I don't know what reason, probrably because I kept harping on it and everyone was encouraging me and telling me to go to them to ask if I was unsure of anything - but it's not their fault, I don't blame them, and I appreciate their concern, but humans are plain weird I guess. Especially my kind.) and then I HUUUUSHED myself and told myself to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life and in my future I would meet up with so many other bigger setbacks as compared to this ikan billis of failing a foot drills badge. If I'm going to cry over a small fry, how to fish for the big whale? I'm probrably taking my first true step out of my own selfish, it's-everything-about-me world. Constant self-pity is going to get me nowhere. It is easier said than done, but I'm sure I'll be more used to it as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect the world to move with me. To move at my phase, to do everything in my command. It's not like I'm MP or President. And no, I won't bother to run for elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I let go. Time to take things in my stride. Time to think (hey-it's-not-so-bad-that-i-failed-i-can-perfect-my-foot-drills-and-pass-with-no-mistakes-next-time). Being sick is a lame excuse. I knew my heart wasn't half into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114796239878833278?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114796239878833278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114796239878833278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114796239878833278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114796239878833278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-presenting.html' title='Here&apos;s presenting...'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114734532878475954</id><published>2006-05-11T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating Sec 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;yperventilated &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ext &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;akes &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;anguage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you didn't know, I was typing crap.&lt;br /&gt;The world &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crap. I've never met a crappier world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are blogs for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new way to conceal my true feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEC 3 SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114734532878475954?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114734532878475954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114734532878475954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114734532878475954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114734532878475954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/05/hating-sec-3.html' title='Hating Sec 3.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114683935717456671</id><published>2006-05-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:16.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vending machines</title><content type='html'>I have a recent obsession with vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have already spent $20 bucks on them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it...they're addictive. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall refrain...&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 farewell's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need $$ for stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need time for stars.&lt;br /&gt;Need sincerity for stars.&lt;br /&gt;Need bottle for stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/money.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. *reaches out to grab money and walks off to nearest bookshop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;They shine, they glitter, they make you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114683935717456671?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114683935717456671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114683935717456671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114683935717456671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114683935717456671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/05/vending-machines.html' title='vending machines'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114673042844655484</id><published>2006-05-04T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being there always</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Being There Always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky may be dark&lt;br /&gt;but it's filled with stars&lt;br /&gt;The road may wind&lt;br /&gt;but we'll end up just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;to wipe your tears dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there always&lt;br /&gt;to put the smile back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone so depressed nowadays, and it's supposed to be the no-test peroid. *sigh* I guess all the reasons for daoing for the past few months is all bursting out of nowhere this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114673042844655484?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114673042844655484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114673042844655484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114673042844655484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114673042844655484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-there-always.html' title='being there always'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114622530974230278</id><published>2006-04-28T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>team leader?</title><content type='html'>I'm freaked out. Please tell me everyone doing BP quest has team leader circled or that Mdm F circled it by mistake. o_O I'll freak out being the team leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch me, I must be dreaming. It MUST be that everyone's the leader. Or if I AM the leader, they probrably just mahjong all our names and pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget it. Let's move on to my self-potrait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/coloured3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/coloured3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buawhaha, isn't she kawaii?? xD Okay, maybe I'm not that kawaii (indirectly complementing own drawing and living in self-denial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had foot drills, and some people were picked to command the squad. Okay, I shall emphasize that I'm speaking in a calm tone right now and everytime someone speaks in a calm tone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWASSOAFRAIDIWOULDGETPICKED!&lt;br /&gt;And then you hear her shout in exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;And then you hear her shout with Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FECCHI!&lt;br /&gt;And then you hear Zona shout Fechi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRACTICE FOOTDRILLS LIKE SIAO THIS WEEKEND. BY WATERMELON OR BY PAPAYA ALSO MUST KNOW ALL THE COMMANDS. BY GORENG PISANG OR BY ROTI PRATA MUST PASS AND GET BADGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/puccatoaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/puccatoaste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucca toaster! So kawaii-ne...though Pucca looks weird on the toaster. But it's pinkish and it's so small. Such a cuuute toaster. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the drawback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/theangelicme/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Map" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/theangelicme/mapsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge map that shows where Pucca products are sold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see? There's Greenland, Holland and even Puccaland but no Singaporean! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/theangelicme/mioyani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/theangelicme/mioyani2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/theangelicme/mioyani3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...so much for unrequited love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114622530974230278?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114622530974230278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114622530974230278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114622530974230278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114622530974230278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/team-leader.html' title='team leader?'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114580011248468960</id><published>2006-04-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R101 campfire</title><content type='html'>We went to R101 campfire yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good actually, despite the fact that they had an archery game with a hanger as a bow and a arrow only slightly longer than the bow's width. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...anyways, they invited Lee Yin Wei to sing (you know, the CSS contestant?) and after the campfire a couple of guides were swooning over him (mainly ours) but I obviously wasn't (I REFUSE to get entangled in these swooning idols stuff), though I admit his singing was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, 'cos I'm sick. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114580011248468960?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114580011248468960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114580011248468960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114580011248468960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114580011248468960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/r101-campfire.html' title='R101 campfire'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114569375044661077</id><published>2006-04-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast foward for dummies.</title><content type='html'>I feel compelled to post because sports day was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, as I was saying, why must we have the name Rose? It's SO super unfair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bougainvillea: 3 syllabus&lt;br /&gt;Ixora: 3 syllabus&lt;br /&gt;Gardenia: 3 syllabus&lt;br /&gt;Oleander: 4 SYLLABUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose: 1 pathetic syllabi?/syllabu?/syllabaa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the other things can be shortformed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bougainvillea: Bougae&lt;br /&gt;Ixora (need not shortform)&lt;br /&gt;Gardenia: garde&lt;br /&gt;Oleander: Ole (Olay)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rose=Rose=Rose=Rose. and no matter how we shortform it it's still...Rose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ro= 1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;Se (see)= 1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;Re= 1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;Ros = 1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;Eos (yours)= 1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;So=1 syllabi&lt;br /&gt;Os (the wizard of os???)=1 syllabi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheer #1&lt;br /&gt;Why Garde so pro?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* This is PURELY an example and I'm so not siding with other houses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheer #1 (converted to rose house)&lt;br /&gt;Why Rose- so pro?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT SOUNDS WEIRD, DOESN'T IT? 1 syllabi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1: Why Rosey so pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are we, primary school kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2: Why is Rose so pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It still sounds weird. The "is" is so extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THENN HOW?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------intervention from outside---------------------&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA! YOUR POST IS GETTING TOO LONG!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt; Fast Foward Starts Below&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp; but @!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp; she @!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp; hit @!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp; me @!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp; first @!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;@!#%$&amp;@!#%$&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt; Fast Foward Ends Above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, where was I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had foot drills in the morning and I COMPLETELY SUCKED. I seriously need to brush up on my skills...I got scolded or reminded half the time. My thumb was sticking out because...BECAUSE I'M USED TO IT STICKING OUT! I got yelled at because of that, but thankfully Ms Chong just yelled in my direction and didn't actually shout out my name. I think she was super pissed off. -_-'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sports Day was pretty cool, though I didn't get to enjoy it much because of my duty. Yeoman service! I went to visit friends from all houses 'cept Ole. (The visit to Garde wasn't exactly to visit Germaine. xDD) Ah, heck, what's the point of visiting Garde anyway? It only makes things worse.¹&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after Sports Day we went to HDB hub for random shopping...and I found this EXTRA UBER-LARGE HUGE BIG CONTAINER (for stars) AT POPULAR! BUAWHAHAA. I'm saving for it...and the stars, and I should be able to fold them within a certain time²...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it can actually store 10000 stars...I shall write something on them before I fold them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¹ Don't try to guess what I mean by that.&lt;br /&gt;² Take that literally. Don't read between any line.&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/6775744-114569375044661077?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114569375044661077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114569375044661077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114569375044661077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114569375044661077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/fast-foward-for-dummies.html' title='fast foward for dummies.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114552922258158704</id><published>2006-04-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna Lovegood</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/9130/luna040ur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Luna Lovegood (&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/%7Epotterpuffs"&gt;Potterpuffs&lt;/a&gt; version)! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this Harry Potter Phenomenon happening in 3S is regenerating my interest in Harry Potter. ^__^ I've been doing much research and is starting to discover how many characters I've forgotten from the series. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Quoted from Wikipedia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luna is a Ravenclaw one year behind Harry Potter (being in the same year as Ginny Weasley).&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ooo...a Ravenclaw, I like, I like! ^^ Blue is the colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She is called "Loony Lovegood" behind her back, although she is aware of this and doesn't seem to mind. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Loony Lovegood? o_O She doesn't mind what others think? That's kind of not very me. ^_^ I'm exactly the opposite, which is a rather bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Despite her eccentricity and somewhat bizarre beliefs, Luna seems to be perfectly sane, and the fact that she is in Ravenclaw house suggests that she is also quite intelligent.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thank you, thank you, I'm intelligent! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;During the same year, Professor McGonagall appoints Luna as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minor_characters_associated_with_Quidditch#Lee_Jordan" title="Minor characters associated with Quidditch"&gt;Lee Jordan&lt;/a&gt;'s temporary replacement as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quidditch" title="Quidditch"&gt;Quidditch&lt;/a&gt; announcer for the school. While on duty, however, she absent-mindedly gets distracted from the game and begins to discuss other topics with the crowd, such as the oddly shaped clouds above the pitch, and that she thinks Ginny Weasley is nice.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ooo, forgetful, like moi. Very alike, even though it's pretty interesting how she comments on Quidditch. xD I'll prefer her over Lee Jordan, so long she doesn't become annoying after some time...I mean, without binoculars, everyone's depending on her. Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114552922258158704?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114552922258158704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114552922258158704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114552922258158704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114552922258158704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/luna-lovegood.html' title='Luna Lovegood'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114493633013921146</id><published>2006-04-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad or happy?</title><content type='html'>---- VAGUE INFORMATION BELOW ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been horrible, though this week was a huge improvement from last week.  The week before last week was the best week ever, but apparently, it's not going to happen again unless I try harder. I still owe the teachers so much homework, and I know it has nothing to do with campfire and the staying back last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder if confessing was the right choice. If only I could turn back time, it would have been much easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dreams seem so near, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;Will the next round be in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;What's going to happen if it's in 2008? I don't want to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114493633013921146?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114493633013921146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114493633013921146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114493633013921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114493633013921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-or-happy.html' title='Sad or happy?'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114484157133471222</id><published>2006-04-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially today.</title><content type='html'>Today was kind of special...well, you can say it was more eventful than other days, hahas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after school me and szehong hopped (like RABBITS, BUNNIES, FROGS??) okay...forget it.  We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt; to Potong Pasir to buy letter pad for Manito. PP has 3 stationery shops, but none of them were selling nice letter pad (I did buy an ulber nice notebook though) and so we decided to head for PP Macs. Before that, I stopped by a vending machine (the $1 kind?). It contained Hello Kitty things that held your horoscope so I decided to try for Scorpio. To my LUCKY LUCK I got a pepper. An openable but empty pepper. Plastic pepper. Red colour. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to PP Mac, drank coke and eat fries with chilli and then went home. Are you Zzzzing yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Plan A backfired. You seemed interested in what I'm saying, because you're reading on. If you aren't interested, I suggest you stop here. But if you aren't interested, why read till here anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why people like to post in small small font.&lt;br /&gt;Is it very fun?&lt;br /&gt;Then you copy and paste and think I'm typing some uber big secret but it's just...crap? o_O&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, humans are naturally weird.&lt;br /&gt;Then who's normal? Aliens?&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114484157133471222?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114484157133471222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114484157133471222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114484157133471222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114484157133471222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/especially-today.html' title='Especially today.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114448621704966282</id><published>2006-04-08T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:14.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaya and peanut butter.</title><content type='html'>I guess it's back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's so much to catch up, and I see the pile, and I get sick of it. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh forget it. I shall concentrate on my studies and stop all the nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No more kaya or peanut butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OAC peanut better cookies are super nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever. I'm crapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114448621704966282?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114448621704966282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114448621704966282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114448621704966282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114448621704966282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/kaya-and-peanut-butter.html' title='Kaya and peanut butter.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114448551171027628</id><published>2006-04-08T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfire's over.</title><content type='html'>It's official - campfire's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel. A tinge of sadness, remorse and probrably I don't feel anything. Probrably this is how it's like when you organize stuff. You organize it, and it's such a big event, but because you're making it work you can't feel the glam and you end up feeling like there wasn't ever a campfire in the first place. o_O "Is it over already? So fast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yesterday I was mostly ushering at the foyer or doing gate duty (luckily I came back just in time to catch the Sec 4 dance). The Sec 4 dance was the super climax; it really rocked the campfire. I didn't manage to catch the opening dance (Sec 2), but I hope it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the foyer looked quite superb. Hahas, a school actually "chopped" our decorations for their school decoration. Shows our success. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the campfire, I don't think my life's ever going to be the same again. No staying back, nothing much to do...I guess I shall concentrate on my ------- and the Sec 4 farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;The Showdown of Superheroes&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Guides Campfire 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114448551171027628?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114448551171027628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114448551171027628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114448551171027628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114448551171027628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/campfires-over.html' title='Campfire&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114396762655960155</id><published>2006-04-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatively Happy</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I've been relatively happy, and for some strange and superbly weird reason I cannot post a normal post with me being happy. When I'm happy I tend to crap, as shown in the previous post, or not even post at all, because there's nothing much to rant about. xDD Then I realised my poor visitors can only read the sad news or the things I crap about. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've already replied to the tags at the respective tagger's blogs, I'm just going to give a more (or less) detailed reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JT - &lt;/span&gt; Aiyos, it's the thought that counts. ^^ You all rock equally, so my dear table partner, don't get too ego being at the top. xDD Any dearest ex-partner shouldn't be jealous too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weishan - &lt;/span&gt; Hahas, Weishan, NP. I already gave you the URL of the game at your blog comments (you might want to check it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charlene a.k.a Jean - &lt;/span&gt; Aiyo, I know I owe you KFC, but you also owe me letter leh. :P Must be efficent, like moi. Hahas. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 - The number of days left to Campus Superstar's Grand Finale. SUPER EXCITED! HYPERVENTILATE! As for who I hope will win...I have no preference, just want to see the whole process. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - The number of days left to "Monday Blues". Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - The number of History homework left to do. Boo Boo. And I'm supposed to love History. I love the subject in terms of reading, loathe the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - The number of days from Monday that I'm not going to write to my Manito...because...oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - The budget I'm giving Charlene for the KFC Meal I owe her (can bargain + $1) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - THE NUMBER OF DAYS LEFT TO GUIDES ANNUAL CAMPFIRE 2006 - SUPERHEROES! Ole ole ole ole...this year will be very different - the feeling of the campfire - cos we're organizing it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, despite Mdm F saying last year that Manito was never to occur again, obviously it happened this year again. O_O I mean, campfire's already off the list...if they were to remove Manito, I don't know what's going to happen. Anyways, I got a mortal that I didn't want to get. O_O *sigh* But my personal principle is that I have to write lots to my mortal because that's the way I am and as Charlene would put it, I'm highly efficent in writing letters. I wonder if I'm going to give her anything though. O_O I hope my angel's a senior, not that I have anything against the juniors, but the Sec 4s are leaving soon. *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114396762655960155?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114396762655960155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114396762655960155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114396762655960155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114396762655960155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/04/relatively-happy.html' title='Relatively Happy'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114372803329866414</id><published>2006-03-30T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr....</title><content type='html'>I've lost touch with blogging, so I shall just crap on. Buawhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;3S ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;ZONA ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;EUGENIA ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;JINGTING ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;WEISHAN ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;GERALDINE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;AIYO, THE WHOLE WORLD ROCKS....&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, those I never mention, doesn't mean you rock less, but it means my hands too tired liaos, cannot type...oops, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LACK AND AMIRA ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;MY ANGEL ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyways, all of 3s and guides rocks lar. xDD Okay, I seriously is crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Angela gone crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...I am half-ego.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probrably full-ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing this game and they allow you to create your own level, and guess what I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't on a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on...*drumroll*...ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/game1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/game1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buawhaha! The bad thing? I supposed to shoot the blocks. So sad. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have done it on my senior. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr...I refuse to crap any further. :P Ermm....till the next time, bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the cream puffs we made today ROCKS. buawhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Grammar error, ROCKED. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114372803329866414?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114372803329866414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114372803329866414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114372803329866414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114372803329866414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/03/errr.html' title='errr....'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-114078351162744090</id><published>2006-02-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:07.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>I shall assume most Sec 3s are really upset with the entire closure of the campfire. All I want to say is, it is an irreversible fact and the only thing we can do now is to make the campfire a success. What I hope is that guides shall be able to find another area in which it can specialize in. Cheer up, everyone! It's not the end of the world. We shall cross the bridge when we get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried inspecting cars? ^^ It's a really fun hobby. esp. The front of the cars. Like many other things, there is more than one way to look at each car. If you're happy, the car appears to be an adorably blissful face. If you're sad, the car seems to be frowning. Amazing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the car you see happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-114078351162744090?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/114078351162744090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=114078351162744090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114078351162744090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/114078351162744090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113914626646391738</id><published>2006-02-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:07.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS.</title><content type='html'>Parents are seriously irritating. They claim they're there for us, they claim they can listen. RUBBISH. They can watch a movie and then offer to buy me a bag. And they offered because it was on SALE. DISCOUNT. 8 BUCKS. It's not that I want an expensive bag, you know. Don't buy it for the sake of buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they FORCE me to go to pack my bag and everything first before I can touch the computer. Sure, it's the right thing to do, but HUMAN NATURE AND COMMON SENSE tells you that HUMAN NATURE doesn't allow a girl who WANTS TO FRIGGING use the STUPID COMP to willingly and effortlessly bring herself to do all these things. Can't you just set me a time limit on the comp and then wait for me to end on it (willingly), before I go do the things more willingly? Do you think I'm able to do it when I'm SO CRAPPISHLY ANGRY AND FEEL LIKE I WANT TO KICK THE ENTIRE PLANET? It won't do EITHER OF US GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to reflect after watching I Not Stupid Too. OH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO REFLECT. I'M THE ONE WHO NEEDS REFLECTING. YOU CAN JUST SIT THERE AND THINK YOUR WAY OF DOING THINGS IS ABSOULTELY PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS. YOU KNOW THAT YOURSELF. BRINGING ME TO SAKAE SUSHI YESTERDAY AND OFFERING TO BUY ME A BAG ON OFFER ISN'T GOING TO HELP. IT'S NOT ABOUT THE OFFERED BAG. IT'S ABOUT THE THOUGHT. IF YOU'RE GOING TO BUY IT FOR ME JUST BECAUSE IT'S ON OFFER OR BECAUSE YOU WATCHED SOME MOVIE, THEN I DON'T SEE THE REASON TO OFFER IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113914626646391738?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113914626646391738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113914626646391738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113914626646391738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113914626646391738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/02/parents.html' title='PARENTS.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113896895174595488</id><published>2006-02-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:07.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guides rawk.</title><content type='html'>Guides Rawked HARD today.  Keet Ying, Joy (who can draw VERY VERY well) and Mildred ROCKED to the max. I don't think I've really ever had such fun for any guides sessions. *blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank those who wrote nice nice comments on my paper. ^^ I shan't doubt anything (this shows my low self-esteem) but I sincerely hope whatever on the paper was written truthfully and not for the sake of writing. In fact, I questioned myself if I deserve sincerely positive comments, because I truly wonder if I was sincere about the things I wrote or just scribbled something positive down in a rush. Oh bothersome. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really need today's lesson to know more about myself. I'm getting too vain. o_O Now, I must insist that VANITY DOES NOT EQUAL BEAUTY. You can be absolutely VAAAIN but if you put lipstick twice as thick as peanut butter or throughout your entire face and you think that you're PRET-TY.......I don't know what to say. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it's always easier said than done. Except computerizing of course. That's easier done than said. But gossiping. I mean, I always tell myself that I'm not perfect either, but it seems it's human (or maybe my nature) not to practice what you preach. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enter the Cedar 50th Anniversary Logo Competition.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pay for the IT lessons in my Edusave form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113896895174595488?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113896895174595488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113896895174595488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113896895174595488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113896895174595488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/02/guides-rawk.html' title='guides rawk.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113790739087509158</id><published>2006-01-22T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down down up.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I actually exist on the planet. I don't know if what I did on Friday was right or wrong, making everyone unhappy. I don't want to argue whether the rest of Coy 2 were considering how I felt instead of the formation. That is, if the formation is like, singlish, not pairish or if we were doing like Coy 1, WOULD I STILL BE NEEDED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is highly (95%) no. It's all about the formation, isn't it? The pompoms suck, and I don't know what the heck. I just feel like a completely confused dummy who can't post sometehing happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to point out who's right or who's wrong. I can't see from your point of view. To you, the formation is everything. To me, I'm everything. The dance is everything. Not the formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I never really danced nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Kuo Chuan yesterday (NOW I MUST STATE IT WAS DUE TO PRESSURE AND NOT FOR MYSELF, WHICH REALLY WASN'T WHAT I INTENDED TO DO). Still, I had fun. I don't know, it's hard to explain, esp. since you went there because of a formation and some pressurising and probrably only 10% for yourself and 5% for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to say if I hope we get in or not. I'm FULLY STRESSED OUT. I hope Coy 1 gets in. (tee hee, evil mee) I mean, they only need to practice like, a few times and they can perform. And the script is really nice, with a lot of meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, J8 ROCKED. I was there window shopping, and I couldn't buy anything so I promised myself to SAVE UP. I'm going on a shopping spree someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sining.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks michelle, jingting and szehong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no matter who was right or wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Coy 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad I went, though not 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's J8.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't want to regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113790739087509158?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113790739087509158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113790739087509158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113790739087509158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113790739087509158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-down-up.html' title='Down down up.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113748395486620838</id><published>2006-01-17T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh poo.</title><content type='html'>Oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently (Coy 2) sitting in the Comp Lab watching Bring It On, making pompoms and typing all at the same time. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that by each day the teachers seem to hate me MORE AND MORE AND MORE. That I can understand. If I were a teacher I'll hate myself somewhat similiarly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, MY MOUTH IS FAR TOO BIG FOR MY OWN GOOD. I'M NEVER ever GOING FOR ANOTHER SEC 2 DANCE MEETING OR WHATEVER CRAP MEETINGS THAT WILL LAND ME IN HOT SOUP. I sure hope you actually rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, please do clap. Isn't it fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113748395486620838?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113748395486620838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113748395486620838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113748395486620838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113748395486620838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-poo.html' title='Oh poo.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113722197986823341</id><published>2006-01-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bibbity Bobbity &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAW-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGA-WASH. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I under stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGA-WASH. (0.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYCAR-WARSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's SO obvious that I'm crapping. Yeoman was nice. I wish I was a Sec 2 again so I can just slack and give food during Yeoman and I don't have to tell them what to do so that they think I am a bad senior. ga-wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you look back at your archives, you have that funny feeling. Like, why did I type this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Argh, didn't come online these days...no time lar@! Got a million assesments to do leh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O. lar plus @ plus leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grabs miches leg* UPDATE!!!! UPDATE YOUR BLOG PLUWHESSEE!!! I just can't help it - i'm seeing the same old layout, same old thing again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey I didn't plan not to post for like, two dys or something, just didn't have the time...you know *winks*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares whether you post or not? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich ^________^, Lydia (keeps the doctor away) &amp; Becky (Miss Singa Award Nominee) came to mi house on Monday :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhGAWASH. Lydia came to my house with Michelle and Becky? That was SO yesterday. ^^ But it's nice to look back and think of the happy times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, you all got to check this site out. It's mean girls, the movie now shown in the us but not in singapore. good movies just come sooooo slow. *sighes*http://meangirls.com/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I didn't even watch it. O_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh great. Someone hacked mi account. And now coz i lost my password I can't have any access to it. That's so great. And I failed my English. This whole day is so great. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o Shortest post ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO WRITE TO HER, BUT I CAN'T. LIKE...WHY IS THERE SOMETHING HOLDIN ME BACK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to write to her than write lar! Siao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now create the longest word in the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatcrapareyousayingyourenotmaking-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anysensereversethefactthatimapeanut-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;butter (n)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronounced as: wha-ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wafer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sensible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113722197986823341?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113722197986823341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113722197986823341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113722197986823341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113722197986823341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/01/bibbity-bobbity-poo-am-i-under-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-113721971757878618</id><published>2006-01-14T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I can analyze myself inside out without being biased. Then I can know what and why people think like that. Why they can see things I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like &lt;em&gt;washing my hands off everything.&lt;/em&gt; I hope everyone rejoices because of that. No matter how hard I try, people don't see that I'm trying. No matter how hard I try, I can't please anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm not the I-C. I shouldn't even be talking, much less projecting my voice to get my point across. It's my fault, really. I don't want to argue with anyone any further. I don't want to be more miserable by analyzing. I just wish I could look at things from other's point of view and that he or she can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world isn't like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend that I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WASHING&lt;/u&gt; her hands off &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-113721971757878618?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/113721971757878618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=113721971757878618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113721971757878618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/113721971757878618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-wish-i-can-analyze-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112572931963624066</id><published>2005-09-03T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am SO FREAKISHLY IRRITATED AT MY DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some professional &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADULTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are going to tell me that my dad is the greatest, and I shouldn't be angry at him, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They HAVE NOT even seen the full picture.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a FULL GOOD REASON to be pissed at him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who cares if they were once kids? They're now adults. ADULTS SIDE WITH ADULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I came back from open house he asked me if I wanted to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, Dude. You have been sitting here all morning, eating your breakfast slowly, watching your TV, while I have been at the open house, trying to sell things to our may-be-future Sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am TIRED, for goodness sake! USE YOUR FREAKING COMMON SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I tired, I haven't even enjoyed my day like, for an hour yet! I still need to rest for an hour, play comp for an hour, read for an hour, do my homework before I can think of going anywhere else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already enjoyed your FREAKING morning, so LET ME ENJOY MY AFTERNOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT even settled down yet, and he KEEPS BUGGING me to go out, to go out, to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE FREAKING HECK SO NICE ABOUT GOING OUT WHEN YOU'RE TIRED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you go out, I shall get a book for you.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT? Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events Book Twelve isn't out yet, I can't believe you're actually SO despo to get me to accompany you that you don't care whether you spend money on buying books for ME, which is so unlike your usual self, and a book costs more than $10 bucks and can even go up to $30 for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only Harry Potter books that are expensive. Gosh, can't believe you DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I am, a pre-school kid reading Powerpuff Girls? Yea, that will cost less than 10 bucks. Go buy it for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;A book does NOT equal my MISS CONGENIALITY CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT, repeat, DO NOT want to get this book I don't like just because you are despo today and you may never ever be despo enough to get me a book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT wish to get something someone bought me out of desponess. I want it as a reward. Something else other than D-E-S-P-E-R-A-T-I-O-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112572931963624066?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112572931963624066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112572931963624066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112572931963624066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112572931963624066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-so-freakishly-irritated-at-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112567381923483720</id><published>2005-09-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:06.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Latest Skin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=http://blogskins.com/info/59400 target=blank&gt;Friends Don't Quit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be warned&lt;/strong&gt;, I shall be analyzing the human race. If you are those people who are really REALLY toooooo proud of being humans and think you COMPLETELY understand the human race inside out, you don't really need to read the stuff below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are the most complicated species on the Earth and I don't think I'll ever understand them. Yes, that includes myself. I'm human too, and I don't understand myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give an example. Say this person purposely did this to test to see your response, HOW THE HECK DO YOU KNOW WHETHER YOUR RESPONSE IS RIGHT OR WRONG? Humans are different, and so are their opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Miss A wanted to test Mr. B to see how much he liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A: I want to get married to Mr. C liao.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. B (sounding disappointed): Since you have chose him, I wish you both all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Miss A gets angry, saying that Mr. B doesn't really like her or he would have stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, WHAT THE FREAK? YOU MEAN THAT SHORT AND STUPID TEST DETERMINES WHETHER SOMEONE LIKES YOU OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if that person gives you his blessings, HE LIKES YOU, THAT WHY HE'S LEAVING YOU ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, HOW THE HECK IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU'RE TESTING HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, he'll react differently if you said it was a test. Whatever that's coming out is real, so he REALLY is trying to congratulate you, he really likes you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;the results are POSITIVE. Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A is crazy and I watch too much TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112567381923483720?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112567381923483720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112567381923483720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112567381923483720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112567381923483720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/humans.html' title='Humans.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112567234606507668</id><published>2005-09-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Latest Skin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=http://blogskins.com/info/59400 target=blank&gt;Friends Don't Quit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Never Knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, stop it,&lt;br /&gt;stop making a fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You think you are the best,&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, you're so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the world is ugly,&lt;br /&gt;well, look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;You make everyone do your bidding,&lt;br /&gt;but you're not some princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you rule the universe.&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's about you.&lt;br /&gt;But you've never bothered to notice,&lt;br /&gt;you cut people deep, real deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, WAKE UP,&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST, GET LOST,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt people,&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, WAKE UP,&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST, GET LOST,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt people,&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew...&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's ok,&lt;br /&gt;to boss people around.&lt;br /&gt;To ask them to do you a favour,&lt;br /&gt;but never to do them one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at yourself,&lt;br /&gt;stop insisting that you're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;You think the Earth revolves around you,&lt;br /&gt;You're not even the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the world is ugly,&lt;br /&gt;well, look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;you're not any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, WAKE UP,&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST, GET LOST,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt people,&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, WAKE UP,&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST, GET LOST,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt people,&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew...&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112567234606507668?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112567234606507668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112567234606507668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, so many people tag me today. xD So happy =) Thanks to all who tagged! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to Open House tomorrow morning. REAL early in the morning. x.x 7 plus, to sell our err, "nice" artwork in the form of batik cushions and B.O.B (badge on bag). Trust me, if I were the customers, I won't buy it. xD Maybe a few of the cushions are still ok, but as for the B.O.B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words I can use to describe them. I could use the word "terrible" or "ugly", but that wouldn't sound very nice, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our B.O.B.s are &lt;em&gt;BEATIFUL&lt;/em&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the first shift ^^ EVERYONE SHALL COME BUY OR SUFFER THE REPERCUSSIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Miss Lavina just walked past, 'cos that seriously sounded like her. xD I hope we even like, earn $50 tomorrow. xD Our art teacher is really bad, pulling down our ego. I mean, our ego is really low, and she's just making us feel worse. Yea, yea, SHE'S JUST STATING FACTS...but still, she could say it in a nicer way, like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATIFUL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she doesn't know that word. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112567073828484223?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112567073828484223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112567073828484223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112567073828484223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112567073828484223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/p.html' title='^^ :P'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112556785832331770</id><published>2005-09-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>Latest Blogskin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIENDS DON'T QUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=scr5ik.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/8136/scr5ik.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/59400"&gt;Info&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=59400&amp;action=Preview"&gt;Preview&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=59400"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112556785832331770?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112556785832331770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112556785832331770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112556785832331770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112556785832331770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112555920430644476</id><published>2005-09-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shroomz</title><content type='html'>This is a lovely game ^^ The only flaw is that it's free to download the demo, but the demo lasts for only an hour. If you want the full version, bucks is needed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shroomz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fungus among us! Guide your heroine through a mystical underworld of mushrooms, bombs and potions to rescue her lost puppy in a game that's part puzzle, part arcade action, and all fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnsg.oberon-media.com/game.htm?code=110377757&amp;RefId=&amp;amp;Session=567556211&amp;amp;origin=pindex_ng_r"&gt;Clicky to Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/shroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/shroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite similiar to Neopet's Snowmucher, except the graphics are better and the rules are slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/5141/shroomzicon025yb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are &lt;strong&gt;magic potions&lt;/strong&gt;. The more you collect, the faster Bashful, the little girl you're controlling, goes. There's a bar at the side to show you how much Bashful needs the Magic Potion. If it reaches somewhere near red, get a potion IMMEDIATELY. When the entire bar is filled, it means Bashful can smash through things fast and easy. If your bar is empty, you will lose a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Potions are very common in Level 1, so make sure your bar is filled or somewhere near filled before you proceed to the next level, because in Level 2, there are probrably only 5 or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/6040/shroomzicon019ib.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are &lt;strong&gt;colour bombs.&lt;/strong&gt; It's one of the three bombs available in the game. ^^ You can move sideways towards the bomb to activate it, and if the bomb is yellow, it's destroys all the yellow shrooms. These bombs can be VERY useful, for reaching the bottom of the level real quick. However, be very careful, there may be an avalanche and a shroom might just fall on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: There's LOTS of these in Level 2, use them wisely ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest, the "How To Play" section in the game might help =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your hour of playing Shroomz! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112555920430644476?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112555920430644476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112555920430644476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112555920430644476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112555920430644476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/shroomz.html' title='Shroomz'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112554717512092770</id><published>2005-09-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I doing</title><content type='html'>What I've been doing this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games, games, games. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/slacking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/slacking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.miniclip.com/slackers.htm target=blank&gt;Slacking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/ninja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.miniclip.com/ninja2.htm target=blank&gt;3 Foot Ninja II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112554717512092770?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112554717512092770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112554717512092770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112554717512092770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112554717512092770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-doing.html' title='What I doing'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112549482971402402</id><published>2005-08-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, you all rock my life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;(REFERRING TO THOSE NOT BIASED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Miches told me of a little typo error I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEA[something missing here]TIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE ALL BEATIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY BEATIFUL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was too busy typing absolutely correctly that i forgot about my dear beatiful. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's easier to type without a "U".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this shall be a crap word in Angela's dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beatiful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spelling error.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beaten to the max.&lt;br /&gt;3. Absolutely NOT beautiful. xD&lt;br /&gt;4.  Beatiful= tired. ^^&lt;br /&gt;   Dead beat = tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112549482971402402?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112549482971402402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112549482971402402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112549482971402402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112549482971402402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-teachers-day-teachers-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112540777750016277</id><published>2005-08-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=</title><content type='html'>I contradict myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, at the beginning of the post I may say that I do not want to badmouth anyone. If you ever read a post something similiar to this, trust me, I am LYING. Before you know it, in the next few lines, I shall be badmouthing this particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was born with it. Maybe all this contradicting thing has built over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm utterly disappointed. In MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether it's because of my low self-esteem or something, but something about this layout is not quite right. It's too plain, that is. And it's supposed to be a layout based on my favourite movie. WHAT THE FREAK. HOW CAN I PRODUCE SUCH A SLOPPY PIECE OF WORK WHEN IT'S BASED ON MY FAVOURITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get my domain, I shall make another layout on Two Weeks Notice again. Nice, fanciful one. It can be simple too, just so long I make it look PRESENTABLE. And my presentable standards are very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know yes, I'm a FREAK DESPERADO. I must go out on half-days or I'll just die. THE POINT IS, IF I DON'T GO OUT ON HALF-DAYS, I MAY NEVER GET TO GO OUT FOR LIKE, TILL THE END OF THE EXAMINATIONS. THAT'S ANOTHER MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out less than 5 times in a year with my friends. My best friend is my dear computer. My best friend GIVES OUT RADIATION. Yet, my MSN is stored in this best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. I wonder if I have a life. I talk crap. All rubbish. Talk all about wanting to get A1s for everything at the beginning of the year. When they handed me the goal setting thingy, all my goals were Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA. A1. If it was so easy to get, I'd have my OWN computer, my OWN domain, my OWN Miss Congeniality CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I care too much about what others want, but no one cares about what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist is there for display. To rot after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for my teachers, but because I'm depressed tonight, they DO NOT get anything from me at all tomorrow. Too bad, but in the first place, I don't think they even care about my presents. I'm not a model student, a teacher's pet, a favourite student, anything. A cheap paper card less will make no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I become happier tomorrow, they might get a present on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you, you SICKENING FREAKISH Chinese teacher who REJECTED my present IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CLASS. You're lucky I didn't tell you to go and die. It's been 5 years, but let me tell you, wagaligong, I REMEMBER YOU! I remember your name till this day, and I may still remember it when I'm 90. If I see you on the streets I'm going to throw ROTTEN EGGS at you. Teachers like you DO NOT deserve my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the students you are teaching now. They must be SUFFERING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112540777750016277?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112540777750016277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112540777750016277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112540777750016277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112540777750016277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_30.html' title='='/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112515683251689818</id><published>2005-08-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/thing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like clicking the "TAG" button.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't tell her.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds out herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112515683251689818?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112515683251689818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112515683251689818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112515683251689818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112515683251689818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/ack_27.html' title='Ack.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112515257614925259</id><published>2005-08-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Someone posted this on &lt;a href=http://dodosmb.com&gt;DMB&lt;/a&gt; and I thought it was quite interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=parentsscan1zi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/5492/parentsscan1zi.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda half agree &amp; disagree. xD Yes, parents should get to know our friends so they can understand us better, but then we can't tell those little white lies 'cos they check with our friends...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we shouldn't lie, so FINE. This poster is completely right xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a lovely gift from &lt;a href=http://sara.asian-palace.net/&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/affi_gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/affi_gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sara! =) Lalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112515257614925259?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112515257614925259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112515257614925259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112515257614925259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112515257614925259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_27.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112506147406029505</id><published>2005-08-26T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's face it.&lt;br /&gt;The world hates me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;To them, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; opaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make them notice me.&lt;br /&gt;They heck care.&lt;br /&gt;I tell them I'm crying,&lt;br /&gt;they think I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;they think I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly am I to her?&lt;br /&gt;No one wrote to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to her.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, all I hear is "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;Please correct me if I've said it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but I've never heard a "Thank You" from her.&lt;br /&gt;My angel hates me.&lt;br /&gt;She wrote one letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;Very short one letter.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who gets me as their angel or mortal&lt;br /&gt;must think they're so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I resolve to do something&lt;br /&gt;It screws up,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end,&lt;br /&gt;the whole world laughs at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;So very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I tell them my blogskins got first on blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;They heck care.&lt;br /&gt;If I tell them I got first in my class,&lt;br /&gt;they'll buy the world for me.&lt;br /&gt;They take the moon down from the sky for me.&lt;br /&gt;They love me like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;To me, both things are equal.&lt;br /&gt;To them, both things are so different.&lt;br /&gt;I never get a chance to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's always those few who get picked.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll screw it up anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm invisible to the world.&lt;br /&gt;The world's invisible to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something bad must happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;before they can notice me&lt;br /&gt;before the world can look at me.&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it,&lt;br /&gt;dying for people who don't even care about you.&lt;br /&gt;They think you suck.&lt;br /&gt;They put you down.&lt;br /&gt;Now even I wonder if I suck.&lt;br /&gt;You might hate me for writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;After all, do you care about me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't interest you the least bit.&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;the world hates me,&lt;br /&gt;and you're part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112506147406029505?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112506147406029505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112506147406029505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112506147406029505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112506147406029505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-face-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112488095338178403</id><published>2005-08-24T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Today we (teh guides) went to do CIP @ Bukit Merah. xD The old folks were so interesting! They were surely more enthu then me. xD When we were doing the laughing therapy thingy (which was kinda weird), I glued myself to a corner while the old folks were trying to get us to be more enthu. Hahas. So malu. xD Then when they were singing Karaoke I dozed off. xD Was really tired. *sigh* xD And then Mdm Gao sang for us! ^^ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite difficult to get our point across to all of them (the old folks) because some only knew Malay, Cantonese (sp), Chinese or English. The seniors had to translate everything xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songs from Project Superstar Last Week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;sang by &lt;em&gt;Chew Sin Huey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Spoken]&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;br /&gt;From all the fame, I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all your friends, you're delirious&lt;br /&gt;So consumed in all your doom&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The piece is gone and the puzzle undone&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words won't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;(no matter what we do)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;(no matter what they say)&lt;br /&gt;We're the song inside the tune&lt;br /&gt;Full of beautiful mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;(everywhere we go)&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine&lt;br /&gt;(sun will always shine)&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we might wake on the other side&lt;br /&gt;All the other times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - five years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized quickly when I knew I should&lt;br /&gt;That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;For whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take a deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try, oh my god do I try&lt;br /&gt;I try all the time, in this institution&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, oh my god do I pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray every single day&lt;br /&gt;For a revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take a deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - five years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112488095338178403?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112488095338178403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112488095338178403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112488095338178403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112488095338178403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112480473176686236</id><published>2005-08-23T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:04.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWIE.We</title><content type='html'>WOWIE. I was trying out a tutorial from&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://aethereality.net"&gt;Aethereality&lt;/a&gt; on making images look sketchy and I got some amazing results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/before.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/after1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/after2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. Still, it's better if it was drawn by human hands...xD We must support the human race! xD The computer was created by humans anyway. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112480473176686236?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112480473176686236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112480473176686236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112480473176686236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112480473176686236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/wowiewe.html' title='WOWIE.We'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112478808622028326</id><published>2005-08-23T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:03.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>*sigh* There's a heated argument going on, and even though I can be part of it, I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point talking to someone who is wasting their time trying to crap at a certain tagboard. Telling her to stop will only encourage her to do more. I mean, what the freak? What does she do? You mean her first stop every day is to that particular blog to comment on others? Wow. Does she even have a life? Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so suprised there are such people in the world in the first place. Got nothing better to do. Too bored. Just go crap to others, disturb others' peace. WOW. Like, these people amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we must pity such people. They're overly-bored. Too bored. Bored to the extent that they must do something desperate to make their lives more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112478808622028326?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112478808622028326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112478808622028326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112478808622028326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112478808622028326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh_23.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112461208691406445</id><published>2005-08-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:03.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahas</title><content type='html'>Hahas, me, being lame, decided to send a wink to myself, and I ended up staring at this window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/lol1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/lol1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Obviously I was unable to chat with myself...then I tried adding myself to my own contact list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/aiyo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/aiyo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I must be so lonely that I need to add myself xD A little discovery I made today: You can add yourself, but you can't chat with your evil twin. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112461208691406445?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112461208691406445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112461208691406445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112461208691406445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112461208691406445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahas.html' title='Hahas'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112459096234531022</id><published>2005-08-21T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack.</title><content type='html'>So, I promised to crap about the Sec 4 Farewell, and here I am, about to crap. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was BAD. Very BAD. (no sarcasm included). The Sec 2 item was well, not very well prepared, and it turned out to be....ack. I loved the Sec 3 item, though. They ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, due to time constraint and the fact that we were nearly an hour behind schedule, we had to delete the games off the programme. So sad. Mdm F. was right, we weren't being fair to Shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next year...no Manito. *sniff* I mean, it's not like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; replied to my angel. She didn't even write to me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, never mind. This is a lesson learnt before campfire next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I should mention that Sway has been renamed as Absolutely Beautiful since yesterday. All thanks to JT and len. xD What, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;? It's SWAY. xD Anyway, you can't comment on my new name anymore. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112459096234531022?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112459096234531022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112459096234531022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112459096234531022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112459096234531022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/ack.html' title='Ack.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112454501300084501</id><published>2005-08-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3000+ hits! ^^</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have something to celebrate 3000+ hits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/wrongone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, not this one, too ego. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/rightone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, tis is it! xD Anyways, thanks to all, and I shall only crap about the Sec 4 Farewell tomorrow. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112454501300084501?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112454501300084501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112454501300084501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112454501300084501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112454501300084501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/3000-hits.html' title='3000+ hits! ^^'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112453467627016532</id><published>2005-08-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong?</title><content type='html'>I know what you're thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is wrong with Angela today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, my blog is now a proper blog, emphasizing on the "PROPER" word. You see, just a few moments ago I realised a blog is like, for me to pen down my thoughts. I mean, everyone's blog should be about themselves. So yepps, the "You" section has vanished, and I've kinda crammed the "Me" and "Site" section at the sidebar. ^^ You can still surf through my blogskins (my username is somewhere in the sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What else is wrong with Angela today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil, that's what's wrong. I made the text SO hard for you to read. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But surely, there's something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, for some reason, you're sounding like Squealer (Animal Farm). Yes, today has been a highly unpleasant and unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I took my coy pics with the Sec 2 Coy 1 instead of my coy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; While going up to sing the song, I FELL in front of everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;No present from mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;Something HIGHLY unpleasant happened on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I hurt my hand (not THAT severe lar) at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;I just broke a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;I spilt my milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112453467627016532?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112453467627016532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112453467627016532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453467627016532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453467627016532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-wrong.html' title='What is wrong?'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112453387856151014</id><published>2005-08-13T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screenshots from the games I played on the Official &lt;a href="http://chocolatefactorymovie.com" target=blank&gt;Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/a&gt; Site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/catcf1.jpg" target=blank&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/catcf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/catcf5.jpg" target=blank&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/catcf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/catcf4.jpg" target=blank&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/catcf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/catcf3.jpg" target=blank&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/catcf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112453387856151014?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112453387856151014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112453387856151014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453387856151014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453387856151014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/screenshots-from-games-i-played-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112453382797674696</id><published>2005-08-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to stop being lazy and add more stuff xD So here you are, 1 more tutorial on PS about Scanlines and more quotes from 2 other movies xD I may update more later, so watch out for new stuff on the site. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's guides was interesting. The Sec 3s were pretty nice, letting us, well the other Sec 2s play "Touch and Go". I couldn't play because of a leg injury...^^ Hahas. We also had to make a play on what to do when faced with certain circumstances, and I think Eugenia's group's play was the best xD Hahas...despite the wrong moral values and all that stuff, it was SO funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a sucky failing mark for Literature. *sigh* But it's ok, I'll try harder for next week's test, eh? Watch out, Becky (she got 20/25) ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeps. See yas! ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112453382797674696?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112453382797674696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112453382797674696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453382797674696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453382797674696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-decided-to-stop-being-lazy-and-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112453377664057723</id><published>2005-08-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOLS. xD The past two days have been well, reasonably enjoyable xD Yepps, you're now staring at a NEW &amp; IMPROVED blogsite xD Everything's still pretty much under construction, but I'll add more things soon, maybe during the weekends xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! I had a wonderful time at the ND Celebrations! xD Sang at the top of my voice and totally enjoyed myself...except for the fact that I was wearing the darned long skirt. I mean, everyone either wore shorts, pants or mini-skirts. I HATE mini-skirts, I have no white shorts and my pants is like...weirdishly hot. -_-'' But still, I had a great time ^^ Oh yes, Fathiyah had an ear-pop in the middle of the parade. *sighs* We went to visit her at the Sick Bay before going up to the hall. So maluated! Went in in the middle of everything...aiyos. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! XD On Tuesday, I went round the entire Toa Payoh searching for Two Weeks Notice, and yepps, I was completely disappointed. I can't blame the shop owners though, I mean, Two Weeks Notice's VCD was realeased around 2 years ago, and it's not Titanic, so hardly any shops keeps them. *sigh* Anyways, I had my dinner at Pizza Hut and I ate the new CHEESY LAVA. That TOTALLY ROCKED. I LOVE cheese xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM event later! xD Me, miches and becks went to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (what a long title) xD I read the book before, and I loved it. The movie was kind of...dark. The book was fun, the movie was more of TRYING to be fun. It was still nice though, a great job, but eccentric, slightly dark and weird. I mean, the oompa loompas in the book were fun and yes...didn't look that serious...but still a great job. It was kinda like a bowl with too much sugar and too little salt. I think the only movies that were as good as the book was Harry Potter and LOTR. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, well, there's still room for improvement, more fun-ness, maybe. xD But yes, it was funny enough. ^^ Oh and err....I got some postcards xD Now I can write to my mortal! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112453377664057723?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112453377664057723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112453377664057723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453377664057723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112453377664057723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112341058885750426</id><published>2005-08-07T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Tomorrow's national day celebrations...and I think I'll look like a freakish weirdo wearing my nd costume...red tee that's really big and a white skirt. *sigh sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, totally think that my mortal knows who I am. xD I shouldn't have held her black, unique, one-of-a-kind letter that people don't use to write their letters when I was in front of her. I mean, now I've made it so obvious I'm her angel. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be more careful next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, guides was really fun on Friday. The product we made...the WAGGGS piggy bank (which was of no relation to WAGGGS at all except for the name xD) was one of the best products we've ever made (in my opinion). We didn't win, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112341058885750426?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112341058885750426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112341058885750426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112341058885750426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112341058885750426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112333855508689818</id><published>2005-08-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;NETTISH BLOGBLOG TIMES, SATURDAY, 6 JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogs Invaded By Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/1600/thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 164px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5773/381/320/thing.jpg" alt="MONSTER! XD" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOASTTHEBREAD -&lt;/span&gt; How very strange...it seemed that a few blogs have been attacked by a ferocious monster! Attempts had been made by the net army to stop the monster, but they did not succeed as the monster burnt the tanks near it. A few minutes after the monster appeared, it vanished and all blogs were normal again.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding xD It was an interesting thing I found at this site: &lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/dhtml/monster-info.php"&gt;Click to see.&lt;/a&gt; Hahas. Now you can make all pages have monsters! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, watch the monster invade say...2C's class website. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/dhtml/monster.php?ref=http%3A%2F%2Ffreewebs.com%2Fone1c"&gt;Click here to see.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, someone save our class website! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112333855508689818?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112333855508689818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112333855508689818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112333855508689818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112333855508689818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/nettish-blogblog-times-saturday-6-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112298029156495929</id><published>2005-08-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:02.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>There was a blackout during Science today. Hahas. So cool! I was like..."Let's do that again!". Can save electricity mahs xD But obviously must keep the fan on. *fan fan* Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good! Today no jogging...even though we had to do the handsign thing. Ehas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new blogskin&lt;/span&gt;. It's actually Tifa from Final Fantasy 7 - Advent Children. I've never really played that game before. I just like the graphics. SHOOO NIIICE! xD So yepps, out pops this layout, and I kinda like this. This may be one of my favourite ones yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes. The weird default scrollbar. WHATever. Actually, the default scrollbar looks kinda nice. (And anyways if you're using Mozilla everything's default.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the heck one post per page, you ask? Well, it's for easy reading. And so that the scrollbar's nicer and longer and not soooooo small because of all my long posts. You want other posts? There's always something useful called the "archives", thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was so hilarious. It's something related to my mortal, but I can't post it here. Who knows which Sec 3 will hop by and read the details of what happened this morning (if I were to post it, that is) and tell my mortal? That will spell complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yahs! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112298029156495929?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112298029156495929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112298029156495929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112298029156495929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112298029156495929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/08/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112229781237040946</id><published>2005-07-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out for the Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reach out for the Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when hope was low&lt;br /&gt;The journey seemed unsure&lt;br /&gt;But through it all&lt;br /&gt;We've kept the flame alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now standing proud and tall&lt;br /&gt;Our spirit strong and free&lt;br /&gt;Building on hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's here we want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the skies&lt;br /&gt;With wings we soar up high&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;We'll make our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the skies&lt;br /&gt;With wings we soar up high&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;Let's soar and reach for the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The future it can be&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me&lt;br /&gt;To strive and to achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;As one hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;For family and our friends&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the best we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the skies&lt;br /&gt;With wings we soar up high&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;We'll make our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the skies&lt;br /&gt;With wings we soar up high&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;Let's soar and reach for the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;Let's soar and reach for the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can touch the skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112229781237040946?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112229781237040946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112229781237040946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112229781237040946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112229781237040946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/07/reach-out-for-skies.html' title='Reach out for the Skies'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112229755938018159</id><published>2005-07-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLS</title><content type='html'>I just completed my English homework on this Racial Harmony Advertisement thing. I anyhows do one, I mean, I didn't even understand what Ms Wan was talking about. :D I put there that this Penguin Bakery gave a 20% discount for 8 oranges at next year's CNY or something xD So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Gmail account ^^ This nice person sent me an invite. xD Actually, I don't really need the account right now, considering the fact that I take up only 1% of my 1gb storage at my Yahoo! Email account, but who knows when emails will flood my account and the gmail account may be useful after all ^^ Besides, Gmail is rather nice. ^^ It's easy to reply and download attachments. Hahas. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class selling the Art stuff we made on Open House. ^^ I'm in charge of selling and posters! Buawhaahaha! Everyones must buy horr! xD Kidding lar. I think there'll be really little cedarians there on that day ^^ But ahh...there's still the maybe-future cedarians. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai (BYE)! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112229755938018159?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112229755938018159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112229755938018159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112229755938018159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112229755938018159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/07/lols.html' title='LOLS'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112209878501305145</id><published>2005-07-23T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sho many things.</title><content type='html'>I have sho many things to blog about xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my ORAL. The ORAL. The stupid english ORAL. Ms. Lavina did it soooooo slowly for the people before me that when it came to me, I was the last one in the entire hall for first shift. So scary and maluated. And so freaked out. I was stammering like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms L: &lt;/strong&gt;Tell me about a time you went overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: There was one time I went to East Coast (I was trying to say Gold Coast, Austraila, said wrongly -_-'')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms L:&lt;/strong&gt; Overseas, OVERseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I blabbed on about the shearing of sheeps and stupid stuff like that. One thing for sure, I had NO IDEA what I was talking about, and I don't think Ms Lavina did xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when I said the word "shearing" I didn't know what I was talking about. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-'' H&lt;br /&gt;-_-''-_-'' E&lt;br /&gt;-_-''-_-''-_-'' L&lt;br /&gt;-_-''-_-''-_-''-_-'' P&lt;br /&gt;-_-''-_-''-_-''-_-''-_-'' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore when I was going out of the hall, I pulled the door (you're supposed to push it) and I was wondering why they locked me in. Then Ms Lavina saw me still walking around and asked me why I was still in the hall. Then she said the doors were open. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have thought I was some blurdo. Will she delete marks 'cos of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I changed my layout. ^^ And no, I refuse to admit I'm OBSESSED with MC2. I just like the movie, okay? *bashes anyone who mentions the word obsession*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this layout, not only because of the movie, just because, well, I like it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm totally TOTALLY addicted to Maple xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/4639/porkanyone0be.jpg"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SOOO tempted to fight all those pigs and stop them from from jumping about. So IRRITATING. Then I remembered that was my noob character, so I climed down the ladder. Ahhhhhhh...where's my PRO mage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, half-pro. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas! ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112209878501305145?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112209878501305145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112209878501305145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112209878501305145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112209878501305145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/07/sho-many-things.html' title='Sho many things.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112074633849462838</id><published>2005-07-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaddeHeck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wadde heck. I know it's not a very nice way to start a post, but wadde heck. I mean, Blogger has changed ALL the text to chinese. If it wasn't for the fact that I was familiar with Blogger, I think I would've died x.x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I made a new skin today xD Don't you think that girl over there LOOKS SO MUCH like somebody? xD I initially wanted to give the skin to her, but she didn't reply on MSN and blahs so I use it for myself LAH. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 people have told me it REALLY looks like that person but that person DENIES IT. xD "Not like me what", she says. Like real. It's a replica!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways...my angel never write to me yet. So sad. 0_0 I wonder if she hates me or something...after all, it's 4 days liaos. The Sec 4 and 3 boxes got so many letters and Sec 1's also. Sec 2's is rather pathetic. -_-'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our class went to Frog Farm and Bollywood Veggies yesterday xD We were all screaming like mad when the frog hopped about here and there xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Bollywood Veggies food was so nice, and the owner was very nice too, let us take the postcards from the Zocard stand outside the cafe...^^ I wish I bought the nuggets... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE YA. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112074633849462838?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112074633849462838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112074633849462838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112074633849462838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112074633849462838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/07/waddeheck.html' title='WaddeHeck.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112022417232984836</id><published>2005-07-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANIITTOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love my manito, yes I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my manito, yes I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my manito, yes I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my manito, but I won't tell who.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a feeling warm and gay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as she casts her eyes my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will reveal her name someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but who she is I will not say&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Then you repeat it over and over again ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an enjoyable day, despite the fact that there was frigging jogging xD U-R-G-H. Anyways, Ms Joan Chia was rather hilarious this morning xD As in, more hilarious than her usual self xD But still, not VERY hilarious. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepps. And I LOVEEEE Science today. *grabs universal indicator*. The expirement was soo cool! You drop acid and it turns red! xD Then you pour acid into alkaline and it become purple! BUAWHAAHAHA! All the colours were SO nice! ^^ Oh yes, I accidentally dropped UI on myself and it turned orange. Am I acidic? 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Guides was soooo hilarious today xD We roleplayed and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jessica was Mr. Tay&lt;/span&gt;! xD It was sooo funny xD Oh yes, we had to cut out stuff from the newspapers and form a booklet on "Nobody Understands Teens". I wonder who won xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the highlight of the entire guides session was the MANITO GAME after guides xD I wonder who's my angel. Shan't speculate. XD Too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't LOVE my manito. As in I only sorta like her as a friend? Are we even friends? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. 0_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112022417232984836?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112022417232984836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112022417232984836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112022417232984836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112022417232984836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/07/maniittooo.html' title='MANIITTOOO'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-112012495157205562</id><published>2005-06-30T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:01.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>I came across these graphics sites. Before you can view their layouts, there's a terms of usage, and then you can choose to accept or not. BUT, they did that ON PURPOSE. Meaning for those who didn't read, you'll be sent to this page where there may be a counter to count how many people read it. Yes, I WAS that weirdo who didn't read the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I found rather offensive was that one of the sites labelled these people as "idiots" who don't bother to read the rules. I agree with the don't read the rules part, but to label them as idiots is rather well, bad. Just because they were eager to get to the layouts part doesn't mean that they are idiots. They're just...lazy people who don't bother to read the rules. The webmasters and webmistress have no right to label them as idiots and even have a counter to count how many "idiots" hit that page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, people DON'T fall for this. They don't read the rules, skip to the end because they know that's where such webmasters and webmistresses put the way to enter the proper page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, having this trick thing doesn't mean people will follow the rules. So why put it? It's not like in this way, people will not direct link or steal or redistribute the layouts. The risk is just as high as those sites without such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the page where the lazy people who don't bother to read the rules go to, it states clearly that you did not bother to read the rules. *rolls eyes* Since these people don't bother to read the rules, why tell them to go and read the rules properly again? It's practically telling them your trick, your trap. Then what IS the point of having that trap? *sighhh* -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-112012495157205562?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/112012495157205562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=112012495157205562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112012495157205562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/112012495157205562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111996294831035360</id><published>2005-06-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>This is stupid, just plain stupid. Everything I resolve to do something, it well, doesn't turn out the way I wanted it to be. Like I resolved to bring all my books. I resolved to get good grades so my mother will get my domain for me. It's just stupid okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I forgot to bring my Maths 2/3 (like it's anything new to the people who know me). And the point is, I don't know if it's my fault or anybody else's fault. Oh sure, it's MY fault. Guess what? Here I am, resolving to be this good student, and everything is MY fault. Oh JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, is the Sec 1's enrolment ceremony. That means we'll be marching under the hot sun again. sigh. When I march I look like some weirdo. And I haven't gotten their present yet!  I mean, OH GOSH. Me and Jess and Biru still need to discuss the present. And it's 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English today was, well, disappointing. It's pretty hard to describe why. Not that I've ever liked English, but it was disappointing. Mainly the going through of the comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH! URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH! URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH! URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH! URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGGH! URGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111996294831035360?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111996294831035360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111996294831035360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111996294831035360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111996294831035360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111976431049357715</id><published>2005-06-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.OTS.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, is school again. After a month minus two days. It's school again. I'm going back to the newly painted classroom (painted blue) and seeing my classmates and teachers EVERY SINGLE DAY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Should I anticipate it or hate it to the core?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anticipation&lt;/strong&gt; - New walls! Blue walls! And I think our level (Sec 2)'s colour of the painted walls is the best amongst the levels! ^^ At least, that's what Fat says 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 1 &lt;/em&gt;- Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 2&lt;/em&gt; - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 3&lt;/em&gt; - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 4&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Maybe Sec 3 is green and Sec 4 yellow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm...erm...can I don't go?&lt;/strong&gt; - I STILL HAVE SOME HOMEWORK LEFT. Can you believe it? I must be crazy. TODAY, IS THE EVE OF SCHOOL REOPENING, AND I HAVEN'T COMPLETED MY HOMEWORK, AND I'M STILL BLOGGING, AND I JUST MADE A LAYOUT, AND I HAVEN'T PACKED MY BAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I decided to be a nice person and make a new hiatus layout so that everyone can yep, stare at something else xD I like this layout ^^ Simple and nice. Oh...yes. It's hard to navigate around ^^ For me, I loooove to make blog layouts that are hard to navigate ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can toture my visitors. XD&lt;br /&gt;2. Their visit to the site without being able to navigate around will still be counted as a visit in my counter.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm evil. ^^&lt;br /&gt;4. It's good for keeping nosey parkers {basically people whom I prefer NOT to read my blog, thank you very much.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, to me, a blog is something HALF-private.&lt;br /&gt;It's for my FRIENDS &amp; PASSERS-BY to read. And me of course xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that still depends on the kind of passers-by that come here. If they hate my blog and they're looking for trouble, then well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reconsider allowing them in. Or I shall stir them in hot soup. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe halfway during the loonng hiatus all the way to Nov I may post something once in a while or set up this password system ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111976431049357715?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111976431049357715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111976431049357715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111976431049357715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111976431049357715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/dots.html' title='D.OTS.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111969116629859150</id><published>2005-06-25T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^ Blehh.</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I thought that if I don't post like less than 2 days before school reopens, someone is going to whack me with this big stick. So here I am. End of Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO, len! Nooooo! You can't get hosted before I doooo! xD Just kidding. &lt;em&gt;You'll get a domain when you get 99 in the entire level,&lt;/em&gt; she said. What can I say? &lt;em&gt;Yea Right. Dream On. Ha-HA. &lt;/em&gt;The day I get 99 in the level will be the day pigs float. In the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can draw a pig floating in the sky, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, getting 99 for EYE...is like Top 5 in the class...which is equal to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLION IMPOTSIBLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, someone with such bad spelling can't possibly get top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yiling, Shi Hui and Uma came to my house yesterday to prepare for the English Skit. I'm the brother. It's fun, 'cos I get to shout at Uma and "kick" her. ^^ I'm totally evil. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're using LOADS of props. Hope everything goes smoothly and the class and 2H goes "Waaaa...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL PLAN - Bribe all my friends in 2H to go "Waaa...." and clap really loudly at the end. xD (j/k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs* I'm never gonna survive the first day of school! I may *touchwood* forget something or *touchwood* didn't know I had to do this thing, and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you idiot. Stop freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be going on a long, long, long, long hiatus, and that means you may be staring at this same layout for months. Personally I don't like this layout, but you'll have to bear with it xD June holidays are over, get the idea? My next update may be like, in November or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall attempt to make a countdown to the date where visitors can stare at a new layout. xD Just pretend I've stopped time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111969116629859150?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111969116629859150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111969116629859150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111969116629859150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111969116629859150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/blehh.html' title='^^ Blehh.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111832829077761423</id><published>2005-06-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, how long have you two been married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Smith: &lt;/strong&gt;Five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; About five to six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea xD I went to watch Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith ALONE this afternoon. Well, me, miches and becks were supposed to watch it together, but I went late, and they reached there even later than me, and there was this whole lot of confusion and they called me at least 5 times, and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becks and Miches:&lt;/strong&gt; 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Fine. 5 to 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. xD No, I had NO popcorn or coke whatsoever. No time to buy. And erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The difference between typing in your blog and in Microsoft Word is that those jagged red underline things don't appear to remind you that your English is well, bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the movie. Nice movie. Nice, action-packed movie. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not sarcasm. There was a whole lot of fun action, and yepps, it was rather funny xD Some parts at least. I LOVE the part when Mrs. Smith used the handle of the handbag to zooom down the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Smith: &lt;/strong&gt;Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I obsessed? NO! For goodness sake, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, sometimes it's nice to watch a movie alone. I haven't watched such an action-packed and crazy in a looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies Watched (June 2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How.....nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111832829077761423?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111832829077761423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111832829077761423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111832829077761423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111832829077761423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr &amp; Mrs Smith'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111815288285708581</id><published>2005-06-07T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>I am acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 posts in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;acting weird. Try snapping me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to announce that I'm sooo desperately waiting for the Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events Book 12 and 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNNT!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to NUH tomorrow. For IPW. And I BOUGHT THE STICKERS FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;B is for Braces.&lt;br /&gt;C is for Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop acting so weird. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111815288285708581?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111815288285708581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111815288285708581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111815288285708581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111815288285708581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111815249332772105</id><published>2005-06-07T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:45:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeannnette!</title><content type='html'>Me just saw Jeanette's new SK ad! Me ish sooo happy! Buawhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, but I had the urge to post this ok? Anyways you all keep complaining I never update, so I update more &lt;em&gt;gei ni men kan &lt;/em&gt;(let you all see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, her hairstyle like the one she had in "The Champion". Buawhahaha. Soooo pretty. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnetttttte!!!&lt;br /&gt;Feeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllliiiiiiiica!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111815249332772105?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111815249332772105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111815249332772105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111815249332772105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111815249332772105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/jeannnette.html' title='Jeannnette!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111813345511430110</id><published>2005-06-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AK.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently WORKING, yes, working at my mum's office. And yes, I do get paid. Unlike a certain someone who hires minions and don't even pay them a cent...*glares at ZQ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm this weird person that likes to read my own post. Over and OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;Over and OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;Over and OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I'm creepy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrait of Home is suuuch a nice show! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIIICIIIA! BAOOOBEII! MMY FAVVV!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have two idols. Ahaha. Felicia and Jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice. I'm crapping. Haven't touched any holiday homework today yedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONNNG XIN YUAN!!&lt;br /&gt;Fishball!!!!!! FFFFiiiiiiiiiiiiishhhhhhhhhhhballllllll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and tasteless? No lar. Round and bouncy. *boing boing* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sayonara! xDxD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111813345511430110?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111813345511430110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111813345511430110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111813345511430110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111813345511430110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/ak.html' title='AK.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111805444385889340</id><published>2005-06-06T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:59.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announce xD</title><content type='html'>Buawhahaha! Today I shall announce something! Maybe a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolllll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made a new layout!&lt;/strong&gt; FINALLY in a million lightyears! (50% because I had the inspiration and the time and 50% because those two &lt;em&gt;mafan&lt;/em&gt; and naggy grandmother-ish people were consistently &lt;strong&gt;pestering &lt;/strong&gt;me to update. -.- Aiyo, pls lar, JT and SH. I do holiday homework, so I've got a busy schledue, okay? Unlike some naggish people who come online everyday without touching their holiday homework....*cough cough* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here you have it! MY NEWWW Layout! I totally love it, but it does have a few flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm too lazy to change the tagboard colour xD&lt;br /&gt;2) The bg is a .gif image. .gif images bad. VERY bad quality. I neeeddd my .jpg!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;3) I forgot to leave 40 pixels WHITE at the top so that the blogger bar won't cover it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it turned out pretty well for me =) But the layout name makes no sense xD Fireflies in a crimson sky. Dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did somme of my holiday homework!&lt;/strong&gt; I actually did like, quite a number of it. *checks list* Let's see, according to the way I list and count my holiday homework, I've done 4. xD Well, some is better than nothing, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabs miches and threatens to hang her upside down if she says no*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righhhht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY, MANY, MANY, MANY other countless things happened too. xD But I can't possibly state ALL of them, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yepps, B for braces. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas! Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I hope everyone is happy. I mean, it's the holidays, we have to party, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Holiday homework. Undone. Lying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone finish your holiday homework and play like &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt;! xD *grabs her bro's gameboy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111805444385889340?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111805444385889340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111805444385889340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111805444385889340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111805444385889340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/06/announce-xd.html' title='Announce xD'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111596633789777186</id><published>2005-05-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:59.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>Today. Is FRIDAY THE 13TH. Which is supposed to be rather unlucky. Which wasn't really THAT unlucky for me, depends on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TOTALLY LUCKY PART.&lt;/strong&gt; I passed my 2 geog and 1 hist test. Not just pass, but I got pretty high marks too xD But I'm not telling exactly how much. xD *dances around with glee* *wants to rush home to inform parents the good news).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEVER EVER GOT HIGHER THAN 13/20 FOR MY GEOG BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET FOR THIS TIME, BOTH TESTS, YES, BOTH WERE HIGHER THAN THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because our new geog teacher marks rather erm...not strictly/??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE UNLUCKY PART.&lt;/strong&gt; I had a fight with a classmate I consider one of my best friend. MY BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone refused to give her a chance, I tried to persuade them to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime they wanted to kick her off, I stood up for her. Told them to give her more chances to prove herself. Told them she wasn't that bad as they thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CONSIDERED HER AS ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS. A PERSON WHO KNOWS ME WELL. A PERSON WHOM I KNOW WELL. A PERSON WHOM I CAN TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DISAPPOINTED ME. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is today really unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111596633789777186?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111596633789777186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111596633789777186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111596633789777186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111596633789777186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/05/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111554070028980546</id><published>2005-05-08T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:59.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=__=.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the Maths examination. Yes, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYE.&lt;/span&gt; Not another test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm like still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the computer. Not taking out my textbooks and cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, everyone didn't even seem to be panicking. No one was really like, EXAMS, EXAMS! HAVE TOOOO STUUDDDYYY! It was more of: Is exams here already? Oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not even treating this as an exam. The whole point is, I CAN''''T ! I CAN'T STUDY FORR ITT COS NO ONE'S PUSHING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would tomorrow's paper be soooo hard I'll be sure I flunk? I only studied a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe 1/2 of a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe 1/4 of a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WHATEVERRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck, I NEED luck. *goes off to find luck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studddeeee......must studeeee...&lt;br /&gt;=___=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111554070028980546?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111554070028980546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111554070028980546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111554070028980546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111554070028980546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_08.html' title='=__=.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111493126187548841</id><published>2005-05-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh.</title><content type='html'>Blogskins is so irritatingly slow. And now, it's under construction. It takes me like...2 hours to upload a skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm kinda doing a good deed, making skins and uploading them for the general public (inclusive of michelle zq)'s use and there they are loading soooo slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there are many trash skins all over blogskins that people who are really bo liao upload it to wait their bandwidth. For example, they submit a skin, you eagerly go to see it, and you find out on the preview page it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it reads nothing, blank. A blank page staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people start to complain in their comments. Just one skin takes away nearly 5 mins of every commentors'/complainers' lives and let's say there are like, 8 commentors complaining/8 complainers commenting. 8x5=40 mins wasted just because of one blogskin that didn't even take 1 minute to be made. Say there are 50 such blogskins. 40x50=2000 mins wasted. 2000/60= over 33 hours wasted. For goodness sake, there are SO MANY things a person can do with 33 hours! It's more than a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are like, *rolls eyes*, "Whatever." or "lame.". Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Blogskins staff are trying to fix the server now. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to recall what happened on the day of my pioneer test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firelighting&lt;/span&gt;. OMG. That was the HARDEST. Ok, maybe the second or third hardest. Anyway, it was horribly, TERRIBLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;. I had NEVER lit a fire in my entire lifetime (with a matchstick) as far as I can remember (unless you mean virtually). That was my first time. I was given like, 5 matchsticks. At first I put BOTH the pang and the twigs inside the pit which didn't even look square (but it's still a pit I dug all by myself and I'm proud of it!). The first 5 matchsticks didn't work out (obviously) because I put the twigs in first, and also because there wasn't even an opening. I was inhailing in all the acidic smoke that was making my throat soo...uncomfortable. I thought I was a SURE-FAIL. Then, after that Marion hoped over and she was like, "NOOO! Don't put the twigs inside first!!!". She grabbed the twigs and then instructed me to make an opening to put the matchstick in. Then the matchstick lighted...but I, being so irritatingly stupid *knocks head* on that day, blew the small, pathetic fire out. Then Mdm. F. scolded the seniors and they couldn't help us anymore. So I went over, and my lifesaver miches gave me one of her last two matchsticks (is this the story of the girl who sold matchsticks? - helplessness) and then I prayed that the last one would light up and boil the frigging water. I took ALL the necessary precautions. Opening, check. Twigs out, check. Pang in, check. Then, I lit the matchstick and FINALLY, there was a fire!!!! Yeppers, to spare you all the details, I boiled my kettle of water and came in second (among the 5 of us doing it together). Uma was first. I was sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY FIRELIGHTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shelter.&lt;/span&gt; This was one of the easiest and I finished first among the 5 of us (only because Quincy's rope kinda overlapped mine and she had trouble tying it). Sorry, Quincy! Anyway, while setting up my shelther, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hole &lt;/span&gt;appeared in my poncho because I was desperately trying to pull out the pole I placed in the wrong angle to support my shelther! (Lucky mamril didn't notice it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAWHAHAHA! *admires shelther*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rope Ladder.&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was very good at this. In the end, when Mdm. F. told me go downstairs and admire my "masterpiece", everything was slanted. EVERY pole. I adjust the 1st 3 and couldn't reach high enough to adjust the rest, but Mdm. F. instructed me to climb it despite it looking so freakishly unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|/|&lt;br /&gt;|\|&lt;br /&gt;|/|&lt;br /&gt;|\|&lt;br /&gt;|/|&lt;br /&gt;|\|&lt;br /&gt;|/|&lt;br /&gt;|_|&lt;br /&gt;|_|&lt;br /&gt;|_|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rope ladder (with the first 3 poles adjusted). xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the ordeal! Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hike.&lt;/span&gt; Argh. We went out under the blazing hot sun to fine certain locations, etc. Hahas. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me, Michelle and Uma met Quincy and Fat at the Macs where we all went for a break.&lt;/span&gt; Ordered large cup of ice milo and coke before we headed back to the Guide House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Axemanship. &lt;/span&gt;I was despo-ly memorising for the theory...(kept forgetting stuff), but I PASSED. BUAWHAHAHA! The practical was easier than the theory though, and this time I didn't make any lucky charms out of it (the piece of wood cut out from the bush/bow saw) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME IS A PROUD HAWKER! (R.O.S.E)&lt;br /&gt;ME IS A PROUD GUIDE! (Cedar)&lt;br /&gt;ME IS A PROUD MYSELF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111493126187548841?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111493126187548841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111493126187548841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111493126187548841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111493126187548841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/05/urgh.html' title='Urgh.'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111371871900007094</id><published>2005-04-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaa =)</title><content type='html'>Wahahahahaha. I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M EVIL!!! xD LOL. Just kidding. Just being crazee. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - we had pioneer badge course. There were a few ouches here and there and the teacher {can you believe I don't even know how to spell his name properly yedd} was REALLY annoyed. Anyway, we had to make a rope ladder...AND THAT WAS SO. TOTALLY. COOL. I climbed up the rope ladder to the 2nd floor twice and down once. Coming down was simpler. THE FEELING RAWKS! LET'S DO THAT AGAIN! Aha. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*climb up* *climb down*&lt;br /&gt;*climb up* *climb down*&lt;br /&gt;*climb up* *climb down*&lt;br /&gt;*climb up* *climb down*&lt;br /&gt;*climb up* *climb down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pinches self* Opps, sorry x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE TEST NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass firelighting.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass shelther.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass rope ladder.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass axemanship (is that the correct sp?)&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I PASS PIONEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to choose between sawing wood into small tiny pieces or split wood with the axe-y. Wahaa. I SUCCEEDED IN BOTH! *muawhah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? The sawing was harder :) But the final product {a thin piece of wood} had a hole, and I put a string through it, and then...it becomes a necklace?? Aha. Nyways, it's currently my lucky charm. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVEN'T TESTED HOW LUCKY IT IS YEDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.echo.cx/img14/8288/blinkluck8kl.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111371871900007094?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111371871900007094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111371871900007094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111371871900007094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111371871900007094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/04/wahaa_17.html' title='Wahaa =)'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111071883307053813</id><published>2005-03-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMgosh</title><content type='html'>I have have have have HAVEE to blog. For one very very VERYY simple reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS CRESENT'S CAMPFIRE. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Me and fat met at the TPCL yesterday, but erm...we couldn't do CIP....so we walk round the library, then go popular, then just walk here and there, and then back to the library...&lt;br /&gt;2) Then we went to MRT. Fat was soooo paranoid that we would be late lol. We arrived at Red Hill MRT 15 mins earlier. Muawhaha. "Like, now then you know?" Hahas. Someone's favourite phrase.&lt;br /&gt;3) Then OF COURSE we went for campfire.&lt;br /&gt;4) OMGosh. During campfire we were all TOTALLY hyper. So fun, SO SO fun. Fat = completely mad. She was SO letting her hair down and enjoying herself. Jump jump jump and dance like mad. x)) Ahahas. I got free lightstick! Muawhah. Very fun larrx. By the end of the campfire, everyone could be considered COMPLETELY "CRAZY"*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT THE BEST SUPPORTING AWARD! AND ANOTHER AWARD FOR ANOTHER COMPETITION...WOHOO! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but...I can't wait for OUR 2 campfires. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DANCE...THE DANCE...&lt;br /&gt;*heart thumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1) Me and fat did CIP todae. 4 WHOLE HOURS! I wanted to stay at the sorting room to sort the books, but the librarian said I was too skinny (erm...hello, I know that, do you have to spell it out? Skinny is better than fat???) Ok, maybe I'm like some bamboo stick. And she also said I couldn't cope. Which was half true and half lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, HELLO. People are returning books every 5 seconds and the books get stuck the sliding down thingy and the librarians are not scanning them fast enough and....and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM. The thing is, thing is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID 8 BOXES OF PACKING TODAY! 8 WHOLE BOXES! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I did packing, I was sent to other places cos I did it rather badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY IT WAS OK...FINE...SATISFACTORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muawhah. X))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111071883307053813?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111071883307053813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111071883307053813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111071883307053813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111071883307053813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/03/omgosh.html' title='OMgosh'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-111001641613524536</id><published>2005-03-05T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blehhxx</title><content type='html'>an orangutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. xP I've just finished a new skin (VIOLET BAUDELAIRE), if you noticed. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was like, one of the best days and most eventful days ever. Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wailed. &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; wailed. Cried. Sobbed. The minute I came back from jogging, I sat under my table and wailed for the first time in like, maybe a year. To explain why on the earth I wailed is far too erm....energy consuming? Hahas. Let's just say that "It's a long story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Miches, Wei Wen, Yee Wen, Becka, and countless others who even bothered to care about a bawling friend under the table x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST ATTEMPT CRYING UNDER THE TABLE! My feet was SO NUMB after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel REALLY bad. I mean, I didn't greet Ms Low during Geog. I was erm...busy getting out of underneath the table. I must have looked a fright after all that bawling and sobbing. I didn't greet her, didn't bother to take my geog test and left her wating there and wondering who on the earth was this index no 36 girl who was like, 'sleeping' at her table. Throughout most of the geog lesson, my face was facing downwards...on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have been thinking : SO RUDE! BAD BADDDD GIRL. Oh man, save me. Erm...I was feeling bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Chinese I talked so soft...like some ity bity mouse. Once again, "It's a long story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was so so rude to Ms Low and the Chinese teacher. I need a time machine. I need to turn the clock anticlockwise. I need to redo everything again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ON THE EARTH DID I CRRRRRYYYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to Self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, If I really feel like crying, NEVER CRY UNDER THE TABLE. It was a VERY BAD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guides Session was the best one yet.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. This is THE BEST EVER GUIDES SESSION. So fun. Even the foot drills were fun &amp;amp; I was pleased with my volume (singing campfire songs) and my reaction time for fds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4s, YOU ALL ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe part of my enthuness to the sec 1s. Hahas. The "I am already a senior" thingy was kinda a motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yas :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-111001641613524536?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/111001641613524536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=111001641613524536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111001641613524536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/111001641613524536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/03/blehhxx.html' title='Blehhxx'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110916360131528438</id><published>2005-02-23T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I'm not feeling completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, I'm not trying to show you all that you can change your font size either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I was making a fairly strange poster advertising our Mexican food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MUST COME TO SUPPORT US!!! *bangs gong* Tuesday! Tuesday! Recess Recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides was nice today. Fun, lively, and YEEHAAA....xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110916360131528438?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110916360131528438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110916360131528438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110916360131528438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110916360131528438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-im-not-feeling-completely-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110811388559336191</id><published>2005-02-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:58.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...</title><content type='html'>Ok...I'm about to type this freakishly long sentence that makes no sense. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, G.V. and gang just went off and I feel so erm...depressed and erm, completely estatic, I know I'm contradicting myself, then again, maybe I'm not, you may think I'm typing crap, the thing is, I AM typing crap, and if you don't know that I know you know I'm typing crap, then I'm typing crap, geddit, I am going to be the host of our quiz, well, half of the host, the other half is g.v. and yes, my name is Gel Ang in the crappish thing, am I crapping too far, maybe I am, maybe there'll be some decent posts tomorrow, oh well, i don't know, so I showed G.V. and gang my new latest, bright and shiny Sony Limited Edition 49-inch Digital Plasma LCD (like real), and they were like Woaah (like real), i hope there wasn't any fullstop in the middle of this long sentence, cept for the "..." and the G.V. and the g.v., OK, so we're cooking mexican food and I'm all so excited, gonna research on it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pHEW. End of sentence. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110811388559336191?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110811388559336191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110811388559336191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110811388559336191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110811388559336191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok.html' title='Ok...'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110811343077726908</id><published>2005-02-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do I do</title><content type='html'>I do I do TOTALLY ROCKS. It's a really nice movie and I suggest EVERYONE hop over to the cinema to watch it. It's completely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling the police station.&lt;br /&gt;For English, press 1.&lt;br /&gt;For Chinese, press 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops...am I letting the cat out of the bag? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110811343077726908?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110811343077726908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110811343077726908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110811343077726908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110811343077726908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-do-i-do.html' title='I do I do'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110802945330662374</id><published>2005-02-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am MAD.&lt;/em&gt; Not the MPH kind of mad, as in the crazy kind of mad. It's the angry kind of mad. I feel like stabbing every single thing in my house with a plastic fork. When I get some money out of my red packets, and I want to spend them, ALL THE SHOPS ARE CLOSED. THIS IS A CATASTROPHE! A DISASTER! A CHAOTIC SITUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular (Bookstore) isn't open. OP isn't open. Billabong isn't open. I would suppose Times, Kinokuniya, and MPH (Bookstore) isn't open. Only Mac, KFC, and the other eateries are open. Suddenly, I don't feel hungry. I just want BOOKS. SHIRTS. BAGS. NOOOOOTTT FOOOOOOD. People can die of boredom and erm...having money but having no where to spend them, you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sue this, sue that, sue, sue, sue (as if I have the money). Bleh. Just went with Dad to relatives' houses and is dead beat. Wobbly legs. -_-'' Dad says I'm so PRACTICAL. Count all the money straight after we rush out of the house :P Hahas,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to draw a picture of me, would they draw me with $-$ for the eyess???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110802945330662374?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110802945330662374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110802945330662374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110802945330662374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110802945330662374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuming.html' title='Fuming....'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110784851402248178</id><published>2005-02-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY eveee :)</title><content type='html'>Today's so FREAKINGLY eventful, I just HAVE to post here. First, we had a concert at CGSS (I preferred last year's actually, 'cos there was chocolate for me x) And besides, they really need to cook up more interesting games.) I would say the only nice parts were probrably the lion dance, and erm...the Malay dance was nice :)) All the teachers ('cept some) wore red. Some even wore EXTREMELY BRIGHT red. So bright it hurts your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief idea on what the teachers were wearing...(to check if my memory is good), hahas. :) Miss Wan was wearing white with some light pinkish patterns, and Miss Chia was wearing a red t-shirt with erm...black??? pants, Mrs Foong was wearing BRIGHT RED (as least, the brightest), Mrs Woo was wearing something orange, and...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that. So, me, Mag, Pam (and no Deb) went over to KHS to visit Mrs Yong and &lt;em&gt;Zhuo Lao Shi&lt;/em&gt; and wish them happy new year. I never bring oranges for them, SO MALU. So we just hurriedly greeted them, and then they played like...1/2 hour of soccer before we headed off for Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprints, trading cards, etc etc. This should be the...erm...6th time I've taken a neoprint in my entire lifetime. x)) Pathetic. Really Pathetic. The interesting thing is, I met Vicky and Wei Han and Shi Hui AND 2 GUIDES SENIORS!!!! there at Bugis. Why, oh, why is the world so so so so smmmmmallll....Will the guide seniors kill me? Eeeks. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazier and lazier each year. At first, I didn't even feel like going back to KHS. (It was the shopping and taking neoprints part that attracted me like some magnet, or I would have been at home long ago.) Next year, I might not even go even if there's shopping. It really all depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze Lin and Li Mei have promised to watch ASOUE with me!!! x)) YEA! I'm not alone after all...Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110784851402248178?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110784851402248178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110784851402248178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110784851402248178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110784851402248178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny-eveee.html' title='CNY eveee :)'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110778961867404125</id><published>2005-02-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>So, after a long long hour, I'm producing this new blogskin late in the night :) This might be one of my best ones yet :) *admires it and is proud of it* MUAWHAHA. No one's on MSN. All Zzzzing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is CNY eve, and I won't say I'm THAT excited. I may or may not be going back to visit my primary school to visit my p6 teachers. I'm getting lazier and lazier each year. Tee hee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kinda flew past. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog - Ms Low acted as though nothing happened last Friday. Like she didn't do what she did. Like she "forgotten" all about that little incident she cooked up last Friday, but I remember it. Trust me, half the time in the class, I was rolling my eyes at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit - OH GOSH. THIS. IS. THE. BEST. LIT. PERIOD. EVER. We had kinda a show and tell, and our group was the first (for today) to present our ppt. Then later came a series of roleplays. All so hilarious and I laughed and laughed and laughed. MuawHA. I esp. liked Sylviane's Snowball erm...replica? hahs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - I must say, the computer programme Mr. Tay is using is BORING. BORING, BORING, BORING. I'll prefer it if he speaks instead of the comp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - The computer chemistry teacher used his idiotic Macclucken (Macchicken? Mamama? Whatever...) Particiliser (whatever it is!!!) to view the particles, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the periods were so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring 2 mandarin oranges tomorrow. Hoping no teacher gives last minute homework :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current MSN Nick&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't want to be a replica of anybody. ROCK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110778961867404125?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110778961867404125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110778961867404125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110778961867404125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110778961867404125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110751846952021975</id><published>2005-02-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy...:P</title><content type='html'>Miss Low like...sorta walked out on us today. She like, left us 10 minutes earlier than the time...she was...erm...supposed to leave during Geog. Said she was upset cos we weren't replying to her questions. I kinda feel guilty...I WAS HALF-AWAKE. =.= I mean, it was like, after recess and near jogging so, I kinda erm, one ear in, one ear out? Dots. But G.V. and Fatiyah presented their erm..."Shifting Cultivations" :P I kinda got the inspiration to improve on my presentation from theirs. Hahax. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I still STTTTILLLLL prefer History over geog. Ok, ok, there's an exception. IF the History teacher IS really THAT boring. Like SO TOTALLY boring. Then that's another case. But so far, all my Hist. teachers have been coolie, so yea. :P I just hope to get Miss Lizah (for Hist) again. Hahax. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all got back our Maths Test results. Mr Tay shocked us yesterday by telling us that only 10 people passed the test. That's like, LESS THAN HALF. Heng heng, thank you, bla bla that I passed. Muawhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking that there's still 3 more years of jogging 2 times a week makes me feel I wanna puke. I HATE HATE HATE HATE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jogging to the CORE. LOATHE it. Someone pleeeeaseee cancel that off the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also wrote our Personal Recount essay, and I kinda wrote about something REALLY PRIVATE :P Something that happened last year. Ahaha. :P I found my essay EXTREMELY dramatic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait CAN'T WAIT to start on the History Quiz...our group's gonna rock! Ahahahahaha...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipates "My Lucky Charm" tonite.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl guides had PT again. Bleh. :P Then foot drills. I kept stepping ON MY SHOESS! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipates "My Lucky Charm" tonite.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipates "My Lucky Charm" tonite.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipates "My Lucky Charm" tonite.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110751846952021975?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110751846952021975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110751846952021975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110751846952021975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110751846952021975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/02/boyp.html' title='Boy...:P'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110708129965115651</id><published>2005-01-30T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:57.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is going through a revamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To patch up or restore; renovate.&lt;br /&gt;2) To revise or reconstruct (a manuscript, for example).&lt;br /&gt;3) To vamp (a shoe) anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it should be the 1st meaning, although the blog is not a building...renovating a blog isn't exactly appropriate, but you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't exactly be posting for a looooooooong,&lt;br /&gt;looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110708129965115651?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110708129965115651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110708129965115651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110708129965115651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110708129965115651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110613246277026952</id><published>2005-01-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEADLINES:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGELA SURVIVES HER HISTORY PRESENTATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Ms Chia couldn't open the file, and I was like, I'm safe, I'M SAVED! Then, just when I was secretly rejocing and pretending to be utterly disappointed, THE DUMB PRESENTATION WORKKKKKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, is there a hole to hide myself in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there wasn't. I knew that perfectly well myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to watch Ms Chia walk to the back of the classroom, and I took a deep breath, and started reading from my script word-for-word in the most ABSOLUTELY BORING way. I was so nervous I was looking at my script the entire time I didn't know if anyone had like, snored halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I SURVIVED!!!! *echos: SURVIVED~SURVIVED~SURVIVED* Soon, everything was like, over and I hurriedly got back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it's over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Yiling's presentation loads man. *thumbs up for her* Nice drawings BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110613246277026952?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110613246277026952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110613246277026952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110613246277026952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110613246277026952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/01/headlines.html' title='Headlines!!!'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775744.post-110613210332072293</id><published>2005-01-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:56.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeekkks! x)</title><content type='html'>Eeeks! I think the Sec 3s are like...TERRIBLY MAD at us. I thought I and the others put in quite some enthusiasism and zest during the Singing Session (esp. at the last part) and we deserve like, 50 claps in total for our effort. I must say, today's singing session should be labelled at the MOST ENJOYABLE one. *looks foward to more* I was extremely happy with my performance today x) Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I lost that enthusiasm and zest when it came to dancing. I have like, no clue why. Maybe I was too tired after the entire singing process (SORE THROAT! SOMEONE SAVE MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!) because of the amount of energy I used. But still, I was like...JELLY when I danced!!! I even forgot some of the steps at the front. AT THE FRONT!!!! I mean, we've danced that like...A MILLION TIMESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better wind my enthu. up somehow. Can't go on like this. I mean, I WANT to organise a campfire next year. From the second the campfire 2004 began, I was like "Wow! Yes!! We'll be doing that 2 years later! Oh, it's going to be fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a campfire '06...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing. SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM SCIENCE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs Science* *stabs* *stabs* *snore upon hearing the valency of sodium*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzz....See ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775744-110613210332072293?l=toastthebread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/feeds/110613210332072293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775744&amp;postID=110613210332072293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110613210332072293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775744/posts/default/110613210332072293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toastthebread.blogspot.com/2005/01/eeekkks-x.html' title='Eeekkks! x)'/><author><name>Kai Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818291695678022380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
