<?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-37442954</id><updated>2011-07-11T22:23:06.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>groove;retro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3511829883911093186</id><published>2009-10-14T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:20:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ring, ding, dong, damn (i'm back!)</title><content type='html'>i am sick i swear. i'm just on paracetamol. and weiyun. shit her. has made me want to post again O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. but only to fangirl and obsess over fics / shirts / calendars / rings / preorders (eeps!) and well the like. oh and to tell you about my crazy eoys schedule. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i mugged with weiyun and alana (and occasionally yvonne and the joans) for the most part of eoys. everyday. hell yeah. at least we mugged in school, so s'all good, we managed to ambush the necessary teachers and all. i am however, not going to describe every exam to you. with the exception of bio and physics, where (bio) Mrs Lim kinda hinted / warned us to be careful and the paper turned out to be so manageable that we're kinda scared - shit, reverse psycho - and (phy) where Mdm Suah came into class all chirpy and told us it was going to be ok. which we believed till we did the MCQ. then we lost all faith in that, which reminds me of another physics test i once took that effectively wiped out all the gullibility and trust i had in physics papers. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on friday (after history, in which we had to memorise about 9 social impacts) i decided to slack with weiyun. and we tried really really hard, really we did, we even tried thinking like slackers, but failed. (mainly cos we saw a rat get run over by some bus on the way back to school. ) until i came up with the brilliant plan of fan-girling. HEE. i'm cool like that. and weiyun, in search of her sungmin (who has betrayed her by being nice and caring towards taeyeon) dragged me to yishun. i know. whuuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. SHINee's coming back! ok. sounds weird. but yes. complete with horrid (with the exception of key and taemin) hairdos! qian yi and christine have taken to calling onew JINXki, which breaks my heart, and no one will agree that his hair looks okay. ugh. oh and to top that off, comics connection does not sell SHINee stuff. ah. rambling fangirl. i'm excited and everything but the single they released (ring ding dong. yeah, i know. *whuuut face*) has well gotten a mixed reaction from me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with sharon and ho on the last day of eoys and watched 500 days of summer, which we decided was pretty boring. for me, it was mainly cos sharon kept giving the story away. yes. but never mind, when we go watch my sister's keeper, I'M going to give the story away :D:D and then proceed to bawl all over her. i mean, just watching the trailer made me want to cry, because they make it all happy and everything but, no, hell no, it is not happy. D: although i know jodi picoult's pretty overrated, her book's aren't that bad. they are however, in high demand in the library and i have thus resorted to agatha christies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to go out with marie today, but i died halfway and rolled around on the ground. so she called christine (who took her time)and dragged me around until she reached. just to make mariechong guilty and all, i had / have a fever okay! and a headache! D: post exam withdrawal symptoms? probably something related to shinee. ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am proud to say i have influenced weiyun into putting her first non suju song into her playlist! I ROCK LIKE THAT. hah. Time to love is cool and t-ara's vocals are awesome so yes. although i would have preferred it to have been replay, but i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, (i'm just randomly writing down what comes to mind) i went to the moonlight party with ade! and i forced her to dance the family dance with me :D:D and also to hide my shirt because i am not from the class of 2007 though i really really like the shirt ): we learnt how to make mooncakes! and had frozen yoghurt with oreo and raspberry and mango (er ew) and had free orange bowl tickets. which we gave away. then we walked around the track pretending to hold lanterns :D the turnout was pretty good actually, tons of old girls came back and aunty meow lang opened (with yummy chicken wing!) but i'm inclined to think we were the only green badges there ): mrs koh saw us and gestured that we should be at home studying amaths. we ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. that is the end of my update. hee. oh and vic. if you read this (which you won't) I DON'T CARE OKAY ): YOU MUST BUY ME MERCHANDISE! GO SKIING WITH THEM! PLEASE. OH MAAAAAAN. *JEALOUS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh and don't anybody try asking me why i'm so fangirl-y nowadays. blame lee jinki and his sangtae. and then go threaten daphne, weiyun, qian yi and boon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3511829883911093186?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3511829883911093186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3511829883911093186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3511829883911093186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3511829883911093186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/10/ring-ding-dong-damn-im-back.html' title='ring, ding, dong, damn (i&apos;m back!)'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6944205761204759157</id><published>2009-07-12T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:14:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distractions!</title><content type='html'>ok yes. i am feeling quite happy. hence the exclamation marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. the reason i am here is to deeply apologise for any trauma you might have suffered from my previous post and to inform you *drumroll please* that new posts shall no longer exist on my blog. if you didn't get that, it means i'm not updating. if you can find the alternative blog go ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the last time (for a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6944205761204759157?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6944205761204759157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6944205761204759157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6944205761204759157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6944205761204759157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/distractions.html' title='distractions!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6963375999293334681</id><published>2009-06-26T00:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:02:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disclaimer</title><content type='html'>okay okay. i realise that made me sound like some fangirl (eh heh) but i have honestly been busy! :D and there isn't much point in posting right? (i'm about to launch into some theory here, so stay with me) i mean, i do not understand how people derive particular interest in reading about someone else's life. this is going to sound rather mean but come on, why would you want to know how i celebrated vic's birthday for instance? (in a very interesting way, just so you know) it just seems to narcissistic and rather pointless, i'd very much rather keep it to myself in case you find me terribly odd, but guess what, i'm not going to. which then makes me conclude that although i can choose to be terribly aware of how pointless relating to you the going-ons of my not so interesting life can be, i'd rather be blissfully ignorant and leave the thinking to well, you. trust me on this, ignorance &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; bliss. and this applies not only to posting. rather obviously, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you find this post very incoherent. it is because i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; very incoherent. it is 12.21 am. and i have been sleeping at this time and waking at like 7 for the past few days. at this point, i should remind you i am normal and tend to need a minimum of say 9 hours of sleep? which i'd gladly stretch to a 10 during the holidays. okay, i'm feeling so bubble brained that i'm considering saving the post as a draft and proof-reading it tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to make your reading worthwhile, i think i'll just you know unload upon your befuddled mind what i've been doing in the past (holy crap) months. haha. that, given my tendancy to digress, would probably take up multiple pages so i'll just begin where the holidays start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week 1 - for your sake, i'm not going to tell you. i really don't think you come to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 1 - went to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 2 - went to school. like omg *insert rant about going to school everyday*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 3 - schoooooool *eyes glaze over* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week 2! i went for church camp, which was a welcome relieve from all the schooooool stuff in the first week. which brings me to week 3 where not much happened. man, my holidays sound kinda lacklustre ): ah, what do you expect? -.- celebrated vic's birthday on monday though! and spent my border's gift voucher today. ah wait. returning to vic's birthday, i shall elaborate more on that (when i get pictures from engle) because it was well, celebrated in an unusual fashion. think tea parties, playgrounds, climbing frames and cute kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teaser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SkOn_0ARj-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/cXlwWM3LdIk/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305496979673058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SkOn_0ARj-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/cXlwWM3LdIk/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what. i'm losing it. even sharon's asking me why i'm still awake. i now command you to - with the extra time you have because of how long you'd expect to take to read my extensive posts - to go and watch BOF (look out for jihoo's - post haircut - glares / stares / blinks / smile), suju (which is SUPER JUNIOR by the way, to complete failures like sharonlimtheloser) or SHINee (if you have watched both of them individually / like both of them you may then proceed to watch videos about, say, minhae / dongho and scream and be jealous of both of them &lt;em&gt;at the same time&lt;/em&gt;, while also completely feeling sad for eunhyuk). i highly recommend you watch exploration of the human body (with english subs of course. -.-) if you have time for 13 episodes, which you should not, if you are someone who should be preparing for oral (unless you're some odd stalker, which is highly unlikely because, as i have said earlier, i do not have a particularly interesting blog). but i digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. (don't you just love random ends to random posts? frankly, i don't care. i do :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random observation: i type / talk in extremely long rambly sentences when i'm sleepy. and often times, they do not make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. want to know why i'm just about, no scratch that, i am going crazy? don't look at me! look at them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SkOprDniWwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/D8QDbbc3gto/s1600-h/suju4_20090515_seoulbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351307339416886018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SkOprDniWwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/D8QDbbc3gto/s320/suju4_20090515_seoulbeats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, 1) look at ryeowook, kyuhyun, donghae and sungmin in particular and 2) don't just look, listen. the entire album. kills. me. 3)oh yes, watch too. eunhyuk. awesome. synonyms. 4) look out for subgroups. Super Junior K.R.Y. in particular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kyuhyun'svoicemakesmemelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. end of fangirl-ing. and therefore, end of disclaimer, which means. end of post (really, i'm not going to make anymore observations or anti-climatic comments or p.s.es. i promise!) (i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6963375999293334681?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6963375999293334681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6963375999293334681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6963375999293334681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6963375999293334681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/06/disclaimer.html' title='disclaimer'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SkOn_0ARj-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/cXlwWM3LdIk/s72-c/DSC01224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6209898589583790787</id><published>2009-06-26T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:13:21.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i plead not guilty</title><content type='html'>in my own defense, i have honestly thought of posting! but just had no time, heh. and now since i am being pestered left right centre, let me provide you with something to blame / an excuse for myself. 2 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completely rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6209898589583790787?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6209898589583790787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6209898589583790787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6209898589583790787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6209898589583790787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-plead-not-guilty.html' title='i plead not guilty'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3841979600157004083</id><published>2009-05-04T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:44:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome mutant!</title><content type='html'>neongreenhairbands (39, to be exact) rock my world! haha! and councillorsdayouts! and 3grace, yes. and bonding over fbt track pants and O: neon green hairbands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#! joanna - to screw or not to screw says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i unscrewed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#! joanna - to screw or not to screw says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so now i have to screw it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#! joanna - to screw or not to screw says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is a whole lot of screwing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovejoanna. did i mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread the &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3841979600157004083?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3841979600157004083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3841979600157004083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3841979600157004083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3841979600157004083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-mutant.html' title='welcome mutant!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5229104128544673163</id><published>2009-05-01T21:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:50:57.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things don't need titles</title><content type='html'>sigh. i am attempting to find a blogskin that does not scream "LOVE". and failing. tsk. and thus, i shall refuse to change my blogskin. grah. my friday has rotted away :D but i now have a paperchase pencilcase ^^ and the amazing revelation that i can still fit into kid's clothes! ahaha. i was walking around in isetan (at the kids section. being extremely jealous that some 2 month old can wear something i will probably never be able to afford in my life. like burberry. and dkny. for kids! a top i ahem accidentally looked at cost $260! i am appalled. a-p-p-a-l-l-e-d.) and yes, saw something and asked what size they have. and i realise i have 1 size to go before i outgrow (some) kids brands. YESSSS. that makes me very happy, somehow. :D i think it's probably cos they tend to cost less (okay, who the heck am i kidding. $260. this is obviously not a reason) and well it's kinda thrilling to be able to go shopping amidst kiddies while ignoring glares from the salesperson. AH. i realise. a reason to paedo. bingo! (or bimbo, or alcohol or martha or potassiumsulphate. haha. our very original variations to bingo!) so yes. i did not initially start out feeling like blogging, but i am now kinda in the mood or maybe it's getting late and mrs soh's demanding our common test ws and consolidated assignment on monday and i am trying my best to avoid doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; at all cost. i also realise since i was semi-conscious while posting yesterday, i missed out three very important details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair. and i see why ali and sharon's hatred/ dread of hairdressers are completely &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; unfounded. gosh. my fringe looks disgusting! (but, yes, sorry sharon, not as bad as yours) it's like short and not there in some places. and i look like a doll! (like ali ): ) gah.  i shudder to think what will happen when my hair next touches my collar. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER TWO&lt;br /&gt;house prac. gosh. (this indicates this is not something i am particularly pleased with) so yes. it was well, kinda screwed. i mean, i'm looking forward to the plans (the singathon - ahaha. - and the olympic thing) but. yeah. we're kinda disorganised, have inexperienced teachers-in-charge and are completely unmotivated. O_O i will not lose in my last year having a sports day in sn. WE WILL NOT. (please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on a happier, squealier note. (brace yourself) FREIDA PINTO AND DEV PATEL ARE DATING! haha. finally. my occasional prowling of wonderwall has paid off. yes! and who cares if megan and sharon haven't finished watching it. whoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that amazing piece of news. i shall end my shortest post ever! i think. hmm. ah heck :D who cares. i am in absolutely no mood to post more! so to satisfy sharon, although probably everyone has these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8U_8AY3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/n5VmNbHpQlw/s1600-h/DSC01579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8U_8AY3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/n5VmNbHpQlw/s320/DSC01579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850546637103986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;xuwen the er, cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8O2rllyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RlvYoL2uXLc/s1600-h/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8O2rllyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RlvYoL2uXLc/s320/DSC00168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850441073104674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuwen! sleeping with a pen in her hand. lol. probably during prep. vjs.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8JUq8dfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tdG3vmvMa3A/s1600-h/DSC01573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8JUq8dfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tdG3vmvMa3A/s320/DSC01573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850346044257778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuwen the not so law abiding because unbeknown to everyone, there are ruffles, drinks and chocolates splayed on the table in front of her. prepping for ajs. filled the entire board with our prep :D and argued with sharon ): after which, we eh made up (or sharon forgot) and hid in the room with the lights off to scare her (boyfriend. who she says she spends less time with than us. aww.) :D&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8AMeDAZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/S-LMtORjrCE/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8AMeDAZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/S-LMtORjrCE/s320/DSC01116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850189223854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;xuwen. after the bangs cutting! haha :D the focal point of this picture should be xuwen and not sharon, fyi, so if you choke upon seeing her *cough*retar*cough*ded *cough*ly posing there, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE XUWEN - THE - GREAT - REVERED - AWESOME - CUTE - FUN - DID - I - SAY - AWESOME? - BEST - COACH - EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5229104128544673163?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5229104128544673163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5229104128544673163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5229104128544673163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5229104128544673163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-dont-need-titles.html' title='some things don&apos;t need titles'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sfr8U_8AY3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/n5VmNbHpQlw/s72-c/DSC01579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8002076488302186485</id><published>2009-04-30T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:41:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am compelled to blog because tomorrow is a public holiday</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. MAY DAY! i love it for simply existing. so yes. i am getting quite stressed by the fact that it is almost 12 (LIKE OHMYGAWD. i am so going to get slammed for 1) thinking 12 is late when stacey did not sleep last night and screwed physics because of bio - i find a need to tell her off if she brings this up again. as i have come up with an excellent "i told you so..." 2) for being so bimbotic) so yes. i have 4 more minutes to post, as sharon says, on a truly memorable day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things to talk about and if you find it strange that i am narrating my thoughts PLEASE REALISE IT'S WAY PAST MY BED TIME ON A (normally) SCHOOL NIGHT. eh. okay. start with xuwen the great. i know due to the forbidden fruit phenomenon shit thing, you are probably going to feel more inclined to go check it out but DO NOT. ON. YOUR. LIFE. GO. TO. SHARON'S. BLOG. if you do, and feel compelled to come and tag randomly about something perhaps along the lines of WTF WAS THAT. or OMG YOU LOOKED DAMN WEIRD HAHAHHA, i shall annihilate the tag. and then proceed to exterminate whoever you are. so yes. you have been warned. ah. xuwen! okay. today's xuwen's last day with us ): and we didn't even get to spend it fully with her! it was really emo (after the talking to by mrs lee) and when we were leaving (just as xuwen stepped in), i gave her a hug, and couldn't hold back my tears after that. *sigh* now that i look at it, xuwen's one of the reasons i debate. and debate with a passion. and debate is one of the reasons i well, survive, so yes. should we decide that because A &gt; B &gt; C therefore A (indirectly) &gt; C, xuwen is a reason i survive. and i realise, what she said was true. she's been more than a coach, more than a beacon of amazing intelligence in our ignorance and naivity, but a friend, someone we could really rely on, have fun with and just be downright silly with. (oh and crap and talk about explicit content with) gosh. the memories have found their way into my unusually high state of mind. i can't do this ): at vjs, u14s, ajs, jgs whatever and not only during competitions but for dumb things like wild child! haha. after-competition dinners (usually involves food sharing and bill footing) and during-prep dinners (ahem. *cites a prime example which causes sharon to cringe*) i'm really really really - and no matter how many reallys i write, it's just not going to be able to express it - going to miss her. she's like sndebate's pillar of support, my pillar of support - although our pillar does occasionally break out into random song and dance - and she's made sndebate well sndebate. without her, it just wouldn't be the same. i love xuwen so much! (and i am not going to get tired of saying this, although she does, heh) so much! and one last time just for emphasis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so so so&lt;/span&gt; much. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on another key, this week's been hectic. you know how in sec 2 you are delusional enough to think that your one test per week is like omg-how-am-i-going-to-handle-this, well WAKE UP YOUR IDEA. because it's not. it's amazing how we cope. on paper, it's about 2 tests a week. and when a teacher decides to be random and completely evil, we have maybe 5? yeah. with shit like summary, compre, discussion essays, courseworks, ec projects and anything that could make your week / life disappear in well, a nanosecond (ahaha. or pico, whatever) grr. this week. physics test. screwed. screwed. screwed shit! gosh. and bio, is going to be screwed too. AND AMATH FREAKIN LOG. ONE DAY AFTER BIO. which covers vast topics which chngdaniel has not exactly enlightened us on. AFTER CAMP. what the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. there's this teeny weeny oh so insignificantly small part of me that wishes swine flu does break out in singapore. heh. then, CAMP WOULD BE CANCELLED (okay, i'm really looking forward to being with my class, but high elements. no. freakin. way.) AND E LEARNING WOULD MAKE A COMEBACK. today, ms tan burst our happy little bubbles by informing us, we will from now on have no such thing as e-learning day(s) and definitely no such thing as enrichment week = 10 full weeks of common tests. wow. then she decided to ruin our lives / futures / reincarnation, if you believe in it (i don't. but just to highlight the extent of the devastation), by telling us we had an S.S. test. and like shit. healthcare. what the heck do i now about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;? i think i have this ability to "delete" unnecessary information quite quickly. for example, i can study for physics, but by the time the test papers come back (or maybe even by the time i get the test paper, during the test) it might be completely gone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;. if you decide to be all optimistic and let's go skipping in non-existent daffodil fields, this means, i can quickly re-store other info i need. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; means, i'm screwed for o's. ah. watch as your skipping ceases and the daffodil fields (which are non-existent, anyway) fall from beneath your feet. hmm. inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i shall not be cynical. because tomorrow is a public holiday! LIKE! OMGEEE! haha (i am remindeeeed of lit, where we re-wrote lysander's devoted / impassioned speech into modern day language, and turned him into a bimbo. oh pardon me. a himbo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;. ) and yes. we all know that public holidays are akin to well, the light at the end of the never-ending tunnel. (which on a cynical note: is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never-ending&lt;/span&gt;. so that light you see there, it's probably just your mind playing tricks on you. and even if it really is a real source of light O: it's probably a penlight. not exactly very motivating or light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-ish) so. i must lull myself into a false high and despite the fact that it is 12.18am and that i have not even come in a 2m radius of my homework, go to sleep smiling. to wake up the next day to the illusion that i actually have time to go buy a pencil case. (random i know. whatever. i want a paperchase pencil case. and what i want, i get :x unless i'm broke, then what i want, i ... can't get. damn. that is beginning to look like a likely situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. end of long post. have fun reading. (HAH. i love how i write these things at the end of the long post, inducing this eyeroll and insufferable eurgh.) hmm. i am wondering if i should quote sharon and contaminate my entire post, archive, blog, mind. ah heck. we live for reckless moments as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think all prostitutes should just live in worlds of spermicide" honestly. wth. i was caught off-guard and stoned for a long moment when she said this. after i ended stone, i proceeded to get her to repeat it, because i could not believe my ears. this came from sharon. might i remind you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sharon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sharon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan has also said the s word. s---. gosh. what is the world turning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: anyway, just to make sure you can not sleep for the next few nights, i shall quote yvette.&lt;br /&gt;yvette: (upon seeing ms fazli) hi! you're back! i missed you!&lt;br /&gt;ms fazli: i missed you too :D (she is not expecting what is to follow)&lt;br /&gt;yvette: you were always on my mind ... *please imagine yvette saying this with this cross between perv and dreamy look.&lt;br /&gt;*all within hearing range turn to puke. miss fazli does not resurface from her retching until about 5 minutes later. she then sticks out her tongue at yvette and upon seeing her smile back at her, continues to puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. what a nice ending to a completely random post.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYDM3MIzEHo&amp;amp;feature=topvideos. go watch :D love his dimples. and while you're at it, go watch george sampson. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfnS2AxwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AxBcWKmgIe0/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfnS2AxwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AxBcWKmgIe0/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330523459333134594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;thought i'd scare the living daylights out of you. do not try to guess what i'm trying to do in the picture.&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my heartbeat beats me senselessly,&lt;br /&gt;why's everything got to be so intesnse with me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to handle all this unpredictability,&lt;br /&gt;in all possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos you're the best i've got,&lt;br /&gt;so take a long shot&lt;/span&gt;&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/37442954-8002076488302186485?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8002076488302186485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8002076488302186485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8002076488302186485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8002076488302186485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-compelled-to-blog-because-tomorrow.html' title='i am compelled to blog because tomorrow is a public holiday'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfnS2AxwGQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AxBcWKmgIe0/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1491279640493012803</id><published>2009-04-28T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:44:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength, courage and wisdom</title><content type='html'>hmm. i am posting way too frequently and ignoring tags, but anyway. i am blogging because of something important or shocking or well something along those lines, i can't quite put a finger on it. so yes. i shall begin my recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were standing (read: fidgeting) on the track today during pledge taking today and doing the normal "so hot" *fans self* routine and they were about to cut our misery short by letting us go back to class when ali came up / stood forth / whatever you call it. and made the announcement and the prayer, about this sec 1 girl whose father passed away the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was silence. not to be cliched but it was like *shock*. you could practically hear a collective gasp and the quiet fervour during the prayer. i was having recess with poh and joanna when rachel started talking to poh. well, safe to say, i kind of eavesdropped and found out the girl was in my sister's class. okay. big enough shock to get me quite worked up and spark off a discussion back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got back, i kinda asked my sister. then i realised. i knew who she was, and she wasn't just my sister's classmate this year, she'd been her primary school friend, and this girl (it's kind of rude, but i'm trying to protect privacy on the world wide web) had been to my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like just. &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; shock. and it felt so unexpected and surreal. and scary. i can't bear to imagine how i'd feel if that happened to me (though it's kind of a natural reaction, if you know what i mean). and it'd felt so distant in the beginning, then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i am terribly incoherent now. talk about bubble-brain. (which kind of reminds me that i should go read sammy keyes again, which kind of induces guilt. okay. it is really inducing guilt) gosh. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breaths* happy thoughts, happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy pictures. happy pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfcG3wWMfuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zAAFEi1paAI/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329736238956838626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfcG3wWMfuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zAAFEi1paAI/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you knew you were about to die right now, what would you regret not doing most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why haven't you done it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's just too unpredictable to take anything for granted&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/37442954-1491279640493012803?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1491279640493012803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1491279640493012803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1491279640493012803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1491279640493012803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/strength-courage-and-wisdom.html' title='strength, courage and wisdom'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SfcG3wWMfuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zAAFEi1paAI/s72-c/IMG_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-9131602229737583516</id><published>2009-04-27T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:32:05.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do not hook up</title><content type='html'>kelly clarkson is awesome live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6hY4FNtBdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6hY4FNtBdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wandering aimlessly, (no, it doesn't matter what you're doing) go check out katy perry's version. * and go O: at the lyrics. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-9131602229737583516?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/9131602229737583516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=9131602229737583516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9131602229737583516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9131602229737583516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-do-not-hook-up.html' title='i do not hook up'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6573378517597632758</id><published>2009-04-26T22:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:58:34.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>google&gt;languagetools&gt;translate</title><content type='html'>ohmygod.if not for the fact that i would so not have to take chinese in jc, i would drop hcl now now now now! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hah! red for dramatic effect. god. the chinese thing is really killing me, i've had to translate every single word from english to chinese. and have thus typed 3 fucking lines! shit this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an answer to tags. since i am ignoring my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;megan: shut up. we're working on that teensy problem. it shall be fixed in a while. or we'll come up with another analogy on our own :D&lt;br /&gt;(hear that sharon, start working on it)&lt;br /&gt;staceydaisyhermiatheabsoluteloseryuen: go and edit the bio! stop multiple tagging! and whatever. jealous cos hermia is short and dark? O: unlike the fair and tall (i'd bet) snow white. LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. on a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; unrelated note, i realise i remember the eye exercise we did in primary school. you know, the one which we first did in the morning during reading time (eeps, i totally remember, one week english one week chinese. i used to freak out if i didn't bring a book. and they didn't allow like 好公民 textbooks, heh! can't believe i remember) after which they switched it to 1130? the random one with music? anyway, i'm sure we'd all fall asleep mid-exercise if they still had that now. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. omg. i remember. prayers at 1.30pm before dismissal. or at 1 or something. then we'd all line up to pray before we went home O: gosh. and of course the stone pounding-majig at the red bridge (yes yes sharon) AND OMG! i remember singing along to the bell! every time it rang! cos they taught it to us in music class. gosh. these memories are suddenly, overwhelmingly rushing back. wow. i remember being jealous of whoever fell into the pond (can't remember which pond, funnily enough). talk about an epiphany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6573378517597632758?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6573378517597632758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6573378517597632758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6573378517597632758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6573378517597632758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/googlelanguagetoolstranslate.html' title='google&gt;languagetools&gt;translate'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1335410277256590658</id><published>2009-04-25T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:10:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just shut up and ...</title><content type='html'>okay. i realise. i always end up posting long posts (i also realise i can mood swing in the span of one post, but whatever). and so, today, since the previous one was a short one, a long post is warranted! in a very bimbotic fashion, i have so much to say! haha. jgs finals last night, tortorous school days and that's about it. ahaha. be not fooled, you will still die reading this post in teeny weeny font :D on an unrelated note, i am listening to damaged now! ahaha. for all the weird people who give me/ali *HUH?!* looks when we start singing: do do you got a first aid kit handy? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NunBcFTEVsY. how you gonna fix it fix it fix it? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes! haha. i shall start with school in general. despite how propoganda-ish the previous post was, i'm having fun in school :D sharon's return to second childhood reminded me how happy i was in primary school in sn. and whatever ho. everyone did it! except marie, the loser and outcast. it was FUN. anyway yes. i am however being subjected to torment from my two seat partners. AH! i am constantly finding post its on my pinafore, "deadline!" stickers in my hair (numerous ones) , balls of paper &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; my pinafore, and i have acquired a dozen new (horrid sounding) nicknames. grr. i am also getting poked! many times a day! and insulted (just because my veins are not &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; does not mean i am weird! it means you both are!) bleeeeah. oh but i'm getting lots of food at nine o clock :D tuna snacky packs (sounds dumb, i know. but they taste sooooo good), cupcakes (maybe weiyun is trying to poison me), honey stars (gosh i think weiyun really is trying to poison me), apples (omg. anyone reminded of snow white here? help!), strawberry pucca (i never knew the strawberry flavor existed) and occasionally joan mak's disgusting cornflakes. OR TANXINHUI'S YUMMY CEREAL THINGY. haha. looking to put on weight ^^ which reminds me that napfa is coming up (i don't see the link. but, yes. i was reminded) and i'm dying! completely unfit! and stacey (daisy / hermia) yuen is giving me pressure. and vic. they run so bloody fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:/ I AM ALSO REMINDED that i now have the nyaa booklet, and am thus compelled to find some sport which i must do for 8 weeks or something like that. how the heck am i supposed to survive &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;? and camp! sec 3 camp! is coming up soon! and my silly seat partners are already discussing (almost typed disgusting&lt;/span&gt; ^^) what bag to bring. WHAT! but whatever, i don't care. they're supposed to be nice to me even though i don't have a cool bag :D which i don't. so, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, paragraphs. to make the post more read-able. so yes. i think my iheartthreegrace post is a little late but yes. the recent slew of events (OKAY THE SINGLE ONE HOUR-LONG - majorly (for lack of a better word) piss-off-ish INCIDENT) has made me realise that our class is bonded! haha. not in the rah-rah-let-us-decorate-our-class-and-win-the-national-day-prize-so-we-can-show-everyone-just-how-bloody-bonded-we-are way but in a way that makes you feel accepted, like you'd really be looking forward to the next 2 years we're going to be in the same class together, where the people matter more than the environment or the work. that's what i feel in class and that's what i really like :D and just to hear the&lt;/span&gt; groans at this totally anti-climatic moment, i still hate the bloody projector. existing suggestions are 1) just destroy it 2) clean it O_O 3) cover it in white paper (that is precisely how desperate we are). bleah. okay whatever i&lt;3threegrace. and i love our councillors too :D esp. after today's activity, heh. grace wouldn't stretch athlete-ly like i told her to but qian yi totally looked her part and my pink string and nail file were ever so useful. poor joanna was picked on alot (her nerd glasses were really too cute) but she couldn't answer! cos she couldn't see the screen! haha :D we rushed to eat and arrived for lesson (bio lesson, no less) fashionably late. he hadn't even started teaching. -.- then we ate lunch together in an attempt to discuss the class deco (it appears, even though we can't really care less about how our class looks, we still have to do &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to it) and hung around attempting three people bingo after that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me (haha. keep getting reminded) our class has taken to playing random games in class. i was listening in bio, okay i probably wasn't really listening but whatever, when i heard joanna say or rather, exclaim: i also bingo one okay! O_O lol. then we started playing don't forget the lyrics, even though weiyun and carpet can never answer what i set, and when weiyun sets she only likes move along and boon is always writing korean songs. it was fun :D normally, it's just boon and weiyun exchanging insults and talking about kim jun su and kim ki bum (see! i know their names okay! and i know the one swee en likes is chang min) on the whiteboard very much like mrs soh's except hers is covered in plastic and has "R. SOH" on the top left hand corner on orange paper, lol. and marie tan was being sick and explaining to grace what the french phrase in lady marmalade meant. we are so distracted! and i feel so mean and like i'm about to fail that particular subject but it's almost almost so wrong it's right (quotes all time low)! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weiyun! is supposed to buy me moisturizer for my birthday! haha. she insists my hands are very dry and that i &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; moisturize every night and every time the thought enters my mind. and whenever i let her feel my palm for a progress report, she just nods and goes (very ambiguously) hmm. better than the first time. (!) grr. haha. i am also taking to drinking milk, because 1) the dentist says i should. and the dentist is always right. she says it helps build strong bones and teeth. whaddyaknow, those advertisements / informative pamphlets were right! 2) ms lim says it will help me put on weight. AND WHO DARES TO DEFY MS LIM?! definitely, absolutely, without a doubt, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; me. oh there's also this tiny ounce of hope left in me that i can actually put on weight O: 3) seventeen magazine says it helps stop or reduce mood swings. they actually recommend frozen yoghurt (0_o, yeah i'm so going to be able to get frozen yoghurt daily) but i figure as long as there's calcium i.e. milk, it should do :D haha. yay! and yes. see. the first point / topic has gotten me 4 paras. i shall now move on to jgs. not as much to say though. yes yes i hear your sighs of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. met megan and sharon after lunch yesterday! they were kinda stoning in the fam. lounge as i tried to call stupid stacey (woah. alliteration) to come get her physics worksheet. she still hasn't gotten it though, not that it matters cos she wouldn't do it anyway. anyway. yes. then we met ali! who wouldn't stop complaining about her hair which looks fine except for the jagged fringe which i think could be solved *evil glint*. once it grows longer lest she risk having a mid forehead fringe (eeps). and then we met yvette in the gym toilet! we were just hanging around (read: doing what people do in toilets) and watching ali wet her fringe in a desperate attempt to make it long normal when yvette appeared! O: i was a bit surprised but yeah. then we went and took the bus to nanyang. we must have changed seats 5 times! we had an odd number of people so i would sit next to sharon and she would say : go sit with megan, she's feeling lonely. so i'd roll my eyes, pick up ALL my books and go sit with megan. then megan would go: you see, she's sad already, go sit with her. then sharon would jump around and appear in the seat in front of us, and i'd go sit with her. then she'd say: i like sitting alone. and again, with the eye roll, i went to sit alone. so the three of us wound up sitting alone while yvette and ali listened to meg's ipod the whole time. -.- and i can so guess what song it was. sigh. aor's fault. oh oh. which reminds me, i had katy perry's waking up in vegas stuck in my head the whole time, all thanks to carpet and her turn at setting the question for don't forget the lyrics! and despite my inability to sing, i kept singing the chorus. and the first part goes: "just shut up and put your money where your mouth is" and the moment i sang"just shut up" sharon would shout : "and let me go!" then yvette would sing: "and drive, drive, drive" and i'd die trying to tell them i was singing another song and telling sharon that there is no tune in "shut up and let me go". and reminding everyone how everyone hates shut up and drive. after which we (read: ali yvette and me. yes me. guilty O:! and occasionally megan who sings under her breath -.-) would start singing shut up and drive. gosh. and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;it kept happening!&lt;/span&gt; mostly my fault cos the song was stuck in my head, but yes. terribly annoying. so yes. we went to island creamery and macs where ali saw her friend (whom yvette decided was very ______ the moment she saw him. aha! a clue. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;) ok lol. i got my strawberry sorbet and went over to macs to eat. we get hungry you know, even though we' d just eaten. and there was the whole episode about yvette's snack spicy thingy, which the lady heard as mcspicy and gave her well a mcspicy! haha. along with its exorbitant price and super spicy (duh) -ness. ali had to give yvette a hand, lol. as ali always does. then there was the whole drama with megan and our conversation from then till we reached nanyang was generally dominated by that topic. unmentionable *cough* haha. so yes. we sat directly behind the mg contingent actually between it, lol, which accounted for the ringing in my ears when the thing ended. then sweeney and esther and berny joined us :D and swee en tempted us with her strawberry tiramisu! haha. we sat through the 3rd placing debate, went out, or rather attempted to get past the bags and the chairs which were so in the way! that even i couldn't fit through, then came back for grand finals, placed our bets, were amused by the floor debate and then sat through the prize presentation. the debriefs by the judges were funny, haha, and the debates, especially the grand final one, were really good. high level of engagement and interesting, albeit terribly wth-inducing motions, although it did not cause sharon to do replay of last year's finals: *whacks head on table and wheezes as nick quah speaks. everyone around attempt to stifle raucous laughter and stop sharon* sigh. at least i was sitting next to swee en, so at certain intervals i could lean and stone at the (overly bright) lights and the ceiling :D haha. we had no idea we had to all go up, actually and so three of us kinda stumbled up and smiled (dumbly) with awkward, are we supposed to stand here and smile? and WHAT is that a camera? hmm. then we all went to the bus stop and the three of us went to swee en's house while sharon took 852 home, lol, despite another return to second childhood interruption. *cough* hope it was too dark to see, but then again, sharon's GREEEN bag is kinda conspicuous. so yes. we went to eat! haha. we were hungry :D so we ate maggie mee and yummy fruits! haha. and of course, as promised the strawberry tiramisu! woah. haha. after which i went home! :D oh yes. suddenly reminded. the cheating best speaker of the floor, who was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a secondary school student. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this marks the end of a long post! and HOMEWORK! this post has made me happy, like the previous post and the previous one. and unlike the others which generally start happy and get me feeling emo and all by the end. but whatever. that observation shall be saved for another day:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Just shut up and put your money where your mouth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;That's what you get for waking up in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;That's what you get for waking up in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad lack of hot pink. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1335410277256590658?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1335410277256590658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1335410277256590658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1335410277256590658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1335410277256590658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-shut-up-and.html' title='just shut up and ...'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1558723909857351305</id><published>2009-04-23T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:28:50.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf fever. among other things</title><content type='html'>ahaha. i am inspired by ali's post! and because this week has been an unusually happy week (i'm thinking i should either believe it was the calcium and trust seventeen magazine for any advise from now on or just be glad)i shall post (SHORT ONE. i promise) so yes. syf fever has hit! whoo! it's really been awesome, started with band, GWH (and requests for roses which i successfully avoided YES!) then modern dance (woah. carpet musta have been awesome cos they got GWH too) and then choir! qian yi smsed me at 5 or 6 and i was jumping around at home! GWH! and co! haha we were all so anxious at one o clock we were pacing around. then we heard cheers from the first floor, then around our level. then we were like GWH RIGHT! then someone shouted GWH! and we all started screaming. which totally pissed miss praba off. WHICH MADE IT ALL THE MORE REWARDING! and we were all very high cos the lessons before was ros soh's and she has this amazing ability to get our brains all awake and everyone all high (coupled with the ability to ensure our class fund is continually growing, we love her!). i'm also really proud of chinese dance and ld and hua hui, it musta been hard, and whatever the results, it doesn't matter. BUT ALL IN ALL highness the whole week. it's really weird how you're not in the cca but you still feel that rush of happiness and the surge of relief. a feeling i really like, it's finally like everything's brought glory to the school, not to just the cca but the entire school and we're just so proud of them :D mushy and all. but yes despite the school's inadequacies (I STILL CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME READ WHAT'S ON THE PROJECTOR SCREEN) and the system's well screwedness, i love sn. okay. i shall not be cynical. I LOVE SN! and honestly it's true, just like 3 grace isn't about the place or the classroom but about the people and the awesome time we have together, sn's more than the premises. it's about the sn loving people (who can't say they love all of sn but can't help but feel the love) and that's what we've proven or will prove, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, as you should be able to tell (happy post = happy mood = happy day) debate today was fun. we plotted to scare xuwen and were spying 15 minutes before she even appeared and at the sight of her jeans leg (oh how familiar!) we fell about laughing and screaming and ran back to the writing workshop. according to plan -.- and yes. i am eternally grateful for today's debrief, intellectually stimulating and quarrel inducing - i like. yay! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha&lt;3 sn,debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND. I AM SO COOL OKAY! I SHALL BE KNOWN AS MARTHA-COOL-CHING FROM NOW ON. WHATEVER SHARON / MEGAN / YVETTE / SWEE EN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;looking forward to half an hour of PURE BIMBO tomorrow. getting into role today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; awesomeeeee! i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; think i'm smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1558723909857351305?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1558723909857351305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1558723909857351305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1558723909857351305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1558723909857351305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-fever-among-other-things.html' title='syf fever. among other things'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-543687411698285960</id><published>2009-04-15T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:10:37.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat: die</title><content type='html'>gah. i am extremely tempted to pull a sharon and return to a second childhood, go off playing catching during recess and pounding little pebbles by the red bridge (ok this sounds creepy. but when you're a lower primary kid in st nicks, it is absolutely normal. unless you're at the playground. but i never was. could not for the life of me hang upside down and then flip the right way up. but i digress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grah. school has started for (pauses a long while to count the weeks. my concept of time is now ABSOLUTELY screwed) okay. no. i don't know how many weeks. lessons in class have been fun! what with carpet tan and pink ong, but i'm paying less and less attention to chngdaniel as he drones on and on (my interest is only piqued by the occasional question that has him stumbling and "getting back to [us]". which actually happens about 5 times per lesson) and even ros soh (affectionately called rosie by jolyne) does not have the ability to keep me awake! ok. no. she has. but i'm still nodding off or prodding weiyun or laughing at boon or whacking carpet's carpet-like hair into her face. which is not good. rushed back from recess today to kope people's markers so she would have TEN MARKERS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH INK. and of course, they had to be of different colors. (our orange markers are cool, though. but very hard to see. like the freaking projector!) aha! my next grouse. the freakin projector! whattheshit! even though weiyun is all :O this is the clearest i can see since the past term, it is really dying. the screen is like at the side of the bloody classroom where sunlight STREAMS in daily. and no, we can't get freakin curtains thanks to the enclosure like design of our classroom. grr. and it's totally slanted, unfocused and occasionally turning pink! much to weiyun's delight but whatever. IT'S SCREWED! can't see a thing. and mr teoh and his multimedia lessons and his illegible handwriting, die. i.e. more oppurtunity to study chengyu until he starts calling people to answer his questions by his weird and random way of calculation. it generally goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: what's today's date?&lt;br /&gt;yvonne / xinhoon: _____&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: random muttering to self where we hear rapid calculations.&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: okay! number ___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternatively it's&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: what's today's date?&lt;br /&gt;yvonne / xinhoon: ____&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: random muttering to self. how many people in your class?&lt;br /&gt;yvonne / xinhoon: 39&lt;br /&gt;mr teoh: okay. scribbles on the whiteboard. okay! number ___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killer man. can never tell when you'll be called. but then again, his calculations always seem to end up in the same people over and over again. well, it tends not to land on 21 or 23 (me or weiyun) anyway. so. we mug for tingxie. which is screwwwwwed! (actually, i was kinda thinking he might be starting to like us. until he said he wanted to swop classes with paul nah. yippee. &gt;:l) so yes. ting xie. i.e. screwedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up writing out ALL the chengyu in a desperate attempt to fill in the LAST BLANK. and wu lao shi was attempting to squeeze through the barrier we created, ok we did not, someone just moved the extra table in front and by jove! she can't fit through! and this is mean and all but weiyun and yingyu and i couldn't stop laughing as she stood there attempting to shout over to us as we sniggered and kicked boon's chair. i'm sure she's going to ask one of teh councillors to move it away soon -.- , so yes. she can't fit through! lol. :x she is about to be my form teacher for one more year, die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're dying to get elaine lim back. chng's drawings of the small intestine and villi are super funny! according to yingyu they look like talking shit! lol. and he said and wrote on the board (!) artilleries. INSTEAD OF ARTERIES. what?! (i am suddenly reminded of sharon saying intersulted! in an attempt to scream at me for insulting her intelligence. O: ended up inter-suaning each other. lol.) he was very pms-y today. and so was mr pms! oh no. he is so everyday. tasheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tests are keeeeeling me (OKAY! I AM REMINDED OF ACH*PHLEGM*MED! the dead terrorist! see! i digress. agree with me! and then bear with me!) so yes. bad. week 5/6 period is when deadlines start approaching. the shit zaobaoluntan thing is due soon and so is bio. and sl project. we need more volunteers eeps. and the school activity thing that we need to organise and aesthetics comm! sheet. geog girls had 5 tests this week O: lol. including a 70page3chapter geog one! next week we have chem and history! and mr teoh is scaring me. and tempting me with the toxic yellow ppt. that could kill me off. sheesh. at least debate is less intensive now. we're focusing on the juniors although mr searle wants us to research! OH SHIT. which reminds me. bloody hell. i'm supposed to be studying for math. NOW! tomorrow got ccaaaaa! die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i realise i now have many reasons/methods of death. sounds like fun. i wonder if getting foreign particles up my throat/nose/thingy which i am inclined to believe is NOT the epiglottis like SHARON would do the job. or maybe indigestion. like yvette. tsk. eat too much too fast ^^ beauti-full way to die. or i should go read shakespeare and die swivelling my head around from the glossary every time i see a freaking star. wonder when lit extended is. then i can find another reason to kill myself: screwed up lit results. awesome. maybe i should just go to sleep. and wake up tomorrow to all the projects and the impending math test. and SUMMARY. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back primary 1! or primary 2! or anything other than secondary school! maybe i should just go to some third world country and be finally able to really appreciate education. till then, die! sheesh. i realise how sad my life is. i haven't even had the chance to paedo in the longest time! gosh. okay. mel's sister does count. but LITTLE BOYS ARE CUTER. maybe i should just go and dream about seeing those cute little ang mo boys at pasir ris park again. (fair hair blue eyes!) or watch and rewatch prince caspian or britain's got talent or the jonas brothers 3D concert experience. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3skandarkeynes!georgesampson!nickjonas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: okay obviously. i'm not going to do any of the above. i am going to sleep. don't ask me why. i am dying. D-Y-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i should upload pictures from science centre soon. FUNNY! joan in all unglamness and stacey and her disappearing lab coat adventure (vic still hates her) oh oh. also pictures of stacey attempting to eat the ice they provided us. like ew! ahaha. O: bimbo moment *revels in it* my sanity seems to be returning. NOT. okay. self contradictions. clear sign of madness. continuous senseless rambling. another sign of madness. certainty of madness. wow. the last sign of madness. i've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-543687411698285960?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/543687411698285960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=543687411698285960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/543687411698285960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/543687411698285960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/04/repeat-die.html' title='repeat: die'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8379418764683976501</id><published>2009-03-14T11:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:13:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang-ed up!</title><content type='html'>AHAHA. the title is a little innuendo-y, but quoted from Shirley, what else do you expect? i shall well post more thoroughly on jgs, the farewell recess and the academy of rock concert! YAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start with jgs. it's really been tiring throughout the competition season and i'm glad it's finally paid off - in a way... it's a mixed feeling. i'm kinda worried/stressed/apprehensive towards quarters but i'm all hyped up, super happy and really relieved that we broke! the ijtp debate - we won unanimously - in my opinion, was one debate which we prepped right up till the last minute. probably since it was a policy debate and the policy kept changing, lol. GLAD OUR POLICY ENDED UP THOROUGH AND AWESOME (^^ right shirley?) haha. we arrived rather late at unity sec (chua chu kang, O_O much) but the debate was delayed by like half an hour. but it proceeded quite quickly after that and we had time to go eat before they released the results, heh. i shall at this point announAce that ALI WON THE BEST SPEAKER! yaaaaay :D haha. her reply was super cool, in my opinion :D oh and thanks loads to stacey vic and joan and our darling juniors for coming to support us and for providing sweets/presents. our juniors have given us super cool presents for all three consecutive rounds! i tell you they rockkkk. the balloons were a super clever idea and it was really appreciated! haha (i am getting quite high here) anyway. as announced in the previous post, we broke sixth. we were really worried we wouldn't break at all since we only won two debates and maaaaany other schools also won two debate and the fact that they announced from division three to division one totally didn't help. but debs came down to support us! yay! and of course, claire cooked for us again (yummy pasta/macaroni, we can't seem to decide) and we celebrated ali's SWEET SIXTEEN! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a result, the bangs deal is now on! haha. i am attempting to find a reasonable looking bangs-style so i don't have to go for like super thick straight bangs which will really make me look weird. alternatively, swee en suggests side bangs. (the one with the triangle). i am convinced i will look gross anyways :D so is erina, comforting-ly. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. farewell recess. we had the pe quiz so we left them to their own devices after which we chased all of them out on to the specs stand as we checked the video montage. it was really cool! kudos to our resident tech-savvy IT help! lol. it was really aww-ish and i think we're all getting a copy :D heh. a bit unglam but still a memory we won't forget (for lack of a better/more expressive expression) . :D we got an extension of 15 minutes which we took the eat and run around taking weird pictures of each other and screaming at gay hwachies! it was damn grosss! sheesh. esp. yongxiang and yang yi. eeps. alternative gay partners: ezor and jieyang. *shudder* don't know where the pics are, lol. then we took a group pictureee or two, and rushed back to our respective classes. it started raining promptly after that. sigh. quote miss praba on atmosphere, heh. which reminds me, i screwed lit. hee. ok. anyway, i have decided not to kope picture from the munchkin's blog cos they are all of girls (ahem) and none of like group pictures/the gay pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WE SHALL CONTINUE to THE AOR CONCERT! woots. it was damn awesome luh. before that i went with my cousins to see the supreme court - they were opening it to the public - and it was pretty cool. the view was like whoa, but then. yes. no phone to take pictures. so i rushed over to city hall to meet sharon, jumping around in the middle of the mrt station to attract her attention -____- then we sat and waited for yvette and cheryl (and guess what we did?) and advised megan to go back to get her ticket. then i went to change and we attempted to find our way to the rock auditorium. we kinda got lost and sought directions from "SUNTEC SECURITY" lol. we then attempted to cross at the fountain of wealth, and did it successfully at the beginning but died when we tried to cross to tower 3/4. we went downstairs, lol. so we rushed to subway and got our dinner and yvette! managed to screw the drink dispenser's er ice dispenser. we were like stoning there with a queue forming behind us. lol. we eventually resorted to taking just drinks (which we were told to throw later, lol) we ran to join the queue forming outside the auditorium and like stoned after we found our seats (which also took a helluva long ime). we must have watched the promo video like 10 times. LOL. we were dying then we saw SWEE EN! it was like O_O :O OMG! her hair was like enormous (i have a picture with it!) and she had feathers for eyelashes! we were like *frantic wave* omg swee en! *shocked expression at amazingly huge hair*. and then it started. the programme and the performances were awesome! LIKE SO MANY CHANCES TO PEDO CAAAAAN! there were like super cute little boy&lt;br /&gt;drummers/singers. sheesh. and even super cute little girls! (the little girl sang "girlfriend". and at the mother f--king princess part we were like :O IS SHE GOING TO?! then she said very pretty princess and it was like collective *sigh*) and occasionally a rather cute boy (eh sharon?) and an extremely gay one! i'm thinking i should narrate the programme :D ok. i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)girlfriend - aforementioned swee en was doing back up * in a second you'll be wrapped around my finger, cos i can do it better* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i love rock and roll - omg. the two ang moh girls wore like hot pink and red wigs with superrrr long fake eyelashes. it was terribly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) happy birthday - THE LITTLE BOY! (who was not very little) was singing! IT WAS SO CUTEEEE! they adjusted the score i think, it was a little different from the original, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) face down - violent muchhh. the indian boy with the white hair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) in the end - overly enthu ang moh boy was doing vocals. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 1985 - omgg. carissa was awesome! we were like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) crushcrushcrush - *cue screams for sweeney!* it was cool. and she should have done the whole song )): but it was still awesome, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) yellow - we agreed that this song was hard to sing but done pretty well by the vocalist, jas. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) the middle - ahahahahahahahahahahaa. sharoooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) sweet child of mine - our sentiments exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) satisfaction - the father son one! omg the boy on vocals. was funny! when he started swinging his scarf we were like whoa. then he took his scarf off and we were like :o then he took his jacket off and we were like :O! megan was right. his dad has something to be worried about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) that's what you get - the vocalist was awesome :DDD yaaay! ruiying's brother was performing too, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) cherry - they performed a jap song, something refreshing i guess. it was all-female, the only one lol, and the vocalist was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) won't go home without you - woots! colleen! was! awesome! as good if not better than the original. i rather preferred it to the original actually. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) get back - carissa and swee en *cue double the amount of screaming* it was damn cool especially the screaming and the yow! at the end. lol. at one point, sweeney was nodding at her brother. it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) breakaway - the eyeliner girls. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) complicated - the scary-haired girls again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) smooth - whoa the guitar part was damn cool and the vocalist is/was apparently our senior! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) beat it - this one was good too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) beautiful lie - VIOLENT! and damn funny. guess who the vocalist was. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) summer of 69 - this completely convinced us the vocalist was awesome! and she'd only been taking lessons for 3 months! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) helena - another loud one. not bad i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) i don't love you - omggggggg! the damn gay one. it was super funny but equally disturbing. sharon was attempting to strangle herself half the time. some parent did an imitation of the guy singing to chorus and won a prize. told you it was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) hysteria - megan said it was like the original. i think the teacher was doing vocals though. if i'm not wrong, the other one with the cool guitar part :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) decode! - colleen again. totally awesome. the rest of the students went crazy, hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we kinda hung around and heard the teachers perform (totally awesome), sang the birthday song and waied for ruiying. then we went to eat where else but macs! lol. first time i ate macs in a week :O shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. PICTURES!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SbyzAp8m08I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kOn2yA-O7E/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313318484231771074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SbyzAp8m08I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kOn2yA-O7E/s320/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for yvette. we were bored. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SbyzWCEiS7I/AAAAAAAAASY/tYeeNMcYh6o/s1600-h/Photo0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313318851484732338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SbyzWCEiS7I/AAAAAAAAASY/tYeeNMcYh6o/s320/Photo0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon's idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby0Zf87CAI/AAAAAAAAASo/54wiu9BeOhU/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313320010557097986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby0Zf87CAI/AAAAAAAAASo/54wiu9BeOhU/s320/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the fountain of wealth with cheryl&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby1T4sWdAI/AAAAAAAAASw/kf5xD63-ijU/s1600-h/Photo0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313321013630891010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby1T4sWdAI/AAAAAAAAASw/kf5xD63-ijU/s320/Photo0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;in the toilet. we like ^^&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby12W8aeeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/o-OAho8q9N8/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313321605866879458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby12W8aeeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/o-OAho8q9N8/s320/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;4/5 of the dnd. there to support the remaining 1/5 ^^&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby2R4TRFEI/AAAAAAAAATA/pnq1kQUo0ys/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313322078677570626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Sby2R4TRFEI/AAAAAAAAATA/pnq1kQUo0ys/s320/Photo0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you it was big! like bigger than my face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that. i shall conclude my post about my awesome day yesterday. :D happy holidays ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i seem pretty optimistic all of a sudden. wonder what's happening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8379418764683976501?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8379418764683976501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8379418764683976501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8379418764683976501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8379418764683976501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/03/bang-ed-up.html' title='bang-ed up!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SbyzAp8m08I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kOn2yA-O7E/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6706315765917516006</id><published>2009-03-14T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:19:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like ewww-my-goshhhhh</title><content type='html'>WE BROKE WE FREAKIN' BROKE SIXTH! ahaha. the exhilaration! the joy! the impending stress! omg omg omg omg. i knew we should have cam-whored! anyway YAAAAAY. quarters is in 2 weeks! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON! HOPE THIS IS AN AWESOME ENOUGH PRESENT! *highness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, today's been well, good, i guess :D we had math in the morning  :O and the farewell thing (and PE quiz) during recess. WE GOT 15 MINUTES EXTENSION OKAYYYYY! kudos to le tian for the video montage thing, although i think &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; my unglam pic appeared like first thing on the screen. hmm. we like ate, screamed at each other, watched the gays be gay and cam-whored! or had our unglam pics taken! haha. i shall attempt to kope pictures from somewhere when they appear - although there tends to be a lag due to my thing against social networking sites - but well, i will find them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am terribly incoherent but very high! (PUBLIC DECLARATION OF LOVE FOR JUNIORS WHO GIVE AWESOME, SUPER-COOL PRESENTS HERE OH OH AND FOR STACEY, VIC AND JOAN HERE) but. eh. i need to sleep. i shall now go crash in bed at 12+ for the second time in 2 days! :O and ignore the mass convo with 10 people, 3 convos and no one listening to me in it! HAHA. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 MARTHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6706315765917516006?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6706315765917516006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6706315765917516006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6706315765917516006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6706315765917516006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-ewww-my-goshhhhh.html' title='like ewww-my-goshhhhh'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8060372218757136718</id><published>2009-03-01T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:03:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget, to sing along</title><content type='html'>i shall dedicate this probably emo post to all those who've really helped me these weeks. it's been like hell, and i'm really glad for those who constantly cheer me up (be it with random pick-up lines, and listening to self invented pick-up lines or with letting me rant my frustration on their innocent tables) gah! i shall begin to list, lest i forget who i consider myself indebted to :D sha-ren, for listening comforting hugging helping just being there and then disappearing on the day itself. haha! i forgive you, and i'll even help you with history if you promise not to dao me in week 10 (this deal is negotiable. heh. so yes, let me know your terms and conditions soon), ok moving on, those in the team: megan, ali, shirley, amelia thanks for tolerating selfishness, breaking down, inferiorty complex, rants and many other things. it's not over yet, but i'm sure we'll make it through and do well. yvette and swee en, for hugs! love! songs! and my beloved juniors and their plateful of love. haha. i was really surprised, pleasantly, no doubt, when they all turned up :O although i suspect it was also a reason for them to get together to watch marley and me. ahaha. Stacey and Vic! for going for 2 rounds of jgs :O although they're in random ulu places like near yan lin's house (:x) and random notes/pats on the head/hugs! dew: actually dew's table for being a continued source of entertainment and thus distraction :D and well dew, for always making me laugh with random things like ah tram ^^ and acceding to my requests to go and da ting da ting about very important issues. (HAHAHA, inside joke) hope dawn lim comes quick, so we can go visit! yay! Ah maan, for remembering i have competitions! and never failing to sms me (i still remember U14s, ohmygosh) and ho, whose lameness keeps me high :D xuwen for hugs (okay, i know, i need a lot of hugs from a lot of people) and intelligent sounding rebuttals. even ms nair, for comforting me when i was convinced i was screwed. i realise i'm a pretty insecure person and pressure and fear doesn't bring out the best in that aspect. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. there's still one more round to go, and we musn't give in. it's tempting though. there are times when i wonder what would happen if i just hadn't. what would happen if i just didn't. it's scary. it's kinda like, suddenly i'm standing on the edge of this cliff and i can peer all the way down, i can feel the fear crippling me. and then i wonder, what'd happen if i stepped off. then i see myself taking that step, i feel myself taking that step. and scarily enough, it feels oddly liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i am obviously stressed. but well, i shall just go and have fun this week (eep) or at least attempt to take my mind off stuff. i'm kinda glad, actually. but then in one week, there it'll be all over again. (and "it" might unfortunately be RI) sheesh. there i go. emo again. on a random note, i enjoyed third service today though, the worship was good and for once i felt a little less burdened. word was a little age inappropriate (hehe) but overall it helped. hope it helps the next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, till i next find the time and energy to sum up all my thoughts and cram it into another post, be content with this emo rant. (yes, this is directed at STACEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sndebate hwaiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8060372218757136718?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8060372218757136718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8060372218757136718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8060372218757136718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8060372218757136718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-forget-to-sing-along.html' title='don&apos;t forget, to sing along'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1778213199955541050</id><published>2009-02-19T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:44:46.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SZ1v86MKujI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XpzghgbkSFY/s1600-h/jgs%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SZ1v86MKujI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XpzghgbkSFY/s320/jgs%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304519028315437618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 sndebate (and singing very loudly at bus-stops)&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disclaimer: people with lit tests the next day should not be blogging. at 10.43pm! (:O) heh. whatever okayyy. schools drains my energy :D&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/37442954-1778213199955541050?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1778213199955541050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1778213199955541050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1778213199955541050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1778213199955541050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-3-sndebate-and-singing-very-loudly-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SZ1v86MKujI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XpzghgbkSFY/s72-c/jgs%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3013639595921816408</id><published>2009-01-30T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:01:52.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post cny, pre jgs update</title><content type='html'>i'm still in a pretty festive mood (read holiday-ish mood). i haven't started my homework and i'm blogging :O haha. my house is currently chock-full of food! yaaay! i have tons of love letters (yum), kueh lapis, crepes, mango sorbet (haagen dazs!), tiramisu, shrimp rolls, MnM's (crispy. yes. i see you salivating), toblerone and lotsa fruits. haha :D i'm looking to put on weight this chinese new year! *cowers in fear of flying objects aimed by people who don't have this similar hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been hectic but manageable. i am preparing for it to get a hell of a lot worse. there's jgs coming (in a week, damn it), more tests, soon due projects, occasional council duties (and frequent council meetings), the SMP thing needs to get started on, CAP to get stressed about ( i crammed 6 essays in one day! yay me. *ignores megan's glare*) and well. yes. much things. debate sessions have been particularly enjoyable though. aha. xuwen thinks my pink toenails are nice ( i do not care if ali says they're bimbo), sharon got a giraffe hat from erina (she was bouncing around with four legs and a head sticking out of well her head that day), shirley is still trying to dance, our juniors (mainly mel) are dancing with swee en and every training session is a time to suan our revered senior (eeps. sounds slightly communist). megan's joke today was DAMN funny! hoho. the poor starving brain-eating monster :DD note: i have also discovered that ali simply cannot multi-task. she can't even listen and respond to someone talking right in front of her while texting her best friend! like what?! *5 second lag* slooooooow! cleo magazines are also rather entertaining (though definitely sickkkkkkk!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things we do in training ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. my meimei's started going for cca *dum dum dum* - track. everyone keeps giving me that what?! look when i tell them that. :D i think she's doing fine! yay. she came for recess with sharon, joanna and i (+ ali +cleo) today. it was super funny. she asked joanna and cleo about their junior and was like: you know _____ (name censored to protect privacy. haha. i feel like teenage magazine - which daphne hates)? she's big! then joanna fell around laughing. she was like next time i see my junior i'll ask her: do you know elizabeth? she's small. and then she laughed again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. today seems to be quite happy. oh oh and all the best to claire as she appeals! hope she gets in. i'll be praying hard for her :D and ali. who is in a dilemna and is contemplating not going to jc (yeah right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. not much to say. so i shall upload pictures! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMTtPhnvPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H4rTUyyTHAg/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMTtPhnvPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H4rTUyyTHAg/s320/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099254700424434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMVMROC-RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n2cRC-YTtrc/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMVMROC-RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n2cRC-YTtrc/s320/DSC00986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100887242766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho's random nametag!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMViWITL3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/CF_aGKlykvA/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMViWITL3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/CF_aGKlykvA/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101266517962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student council president :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3013639595921816408?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3013639595921816408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3013639595921816408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3013639595921816408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3013639595921816408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-cny-pre-jgs-update.html' title='post cny, pre jgs update'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SYMTtPhnvPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H4rTUyyTHAg/s72-c/DSC00988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3120171341173977721</id><published>2009-01-22T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:50:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny, yo</title><content type='html'>i am updating because people are pestering me to do so. and i have, what i am deluding myself into thinking, is free time! :O i am convinced in a minute or two i'm going to find an uncompleted assignment/test-tomorrow/some project i forgot about. school has been stressful! but the hearttoheart today helped. i'm still really stressed and unsure (as well as worried about JGs, which is round the corner, frickin hell) but well, it's helped, as they always do *evil glare at sharon the giraffe hat wearer* [note to self: post picture of absolutely embarassing fellow debater. wait. it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;. oh yes. i have more than one. side view, equally hilarious]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm selling oranges with yvette tomorrow morning! haha. can't wait to extort exorbitant sums of money from poor forgetful souls! or maybe those "poor","forgetful" souls just can't be bothered. there's lesson tomorrow stillllll! *whines* eurgh. but free ice cream from the alumni is also a comforting thought. then again, if we miss it - it being the free ice cream, if you failed english compre -  because of the quote official launch of the science mentorship programme unquote at ngee ann poly at 2pm, i shall just kill myself. ok. no. that's too harsh, not to mention painful, a reaction to ice cream. hmm. i'll jump up and down and shout. in the middle of ngee ann poly. or maybe at home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny deco has been fun :D flying cows and such, especially entertaining is stacey's ability to percieve cows as pigs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; entertaining. it was a little rushed but it still worked out. kudos to our resident artist, yingyu ( i pronouned it right!) those helpful people who stayed back also deserve thanks :D we got coke though. lol. 12 cans of it. hmm. i guess you could say there were perks to staying back till 545 in school the day before a math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with my sec ones today!all of them! (they're going to give me the evil eye and tell me they're sec twos. too bad juniors! in my eyes, you'll always be sec ones. muahahaha.) anyway. yes. tricia was jealous but well. oh which reminds me, our sec ones strangely enough believe tricia and i to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; dynamic duo of all time. surprising eh? not that i don't work well with tricia (i think we do) but we weren't very close before becoming level cos. hmm. still. to quote one of the white badges, can't remember who though, "tricia without martha, is just not tricia". i laughed like shit at tricia's face when i told her that. anyway - i tend to digress - the main point here is I LOVE MY SEC ONES. i really miss them :( *sigh* at least i get to keep 5 of them. out of 23. grr. eh, i realise this is unfair. tricia gets 18 of our sec ones. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of trying out for CAP. i have the SMP thingy, though (we apparently have to reach 100++ hours for the project) so maybe not. i mayn't even get in! haha. delusional thoughts :D cleo is strongly encouraging us to go though (read: brainwash) well. i'll try :) marie says it's fun. and i believe my twin shit :D (inside joke, eep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's about it. my life is extremely monotonous/mundane/routine quotes prabs. haha. unless you count the occasional, scratch that, frequent tests/like ohmygaaaawd graded assignments (:O)/un-understandable math lessons as reason to squeal and rejoice. then you'd probably find my life one hell of a party. eurgh.&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;afterthought: i realise, i'm kinda looking forward to doing the family dance - despite the "who came up with this dance?" "which other school has an official dance?" and "wasn't there a line dance" that gets whispered around as we attempt to (successfully) master the steps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tonal shift much, but still)&lt;/span&gt; it's a kind of school identity thing, and it's entertaining to watch the figure in the lls jacket turn a beat behind everyone. guess who, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. happy cny! i'm looking forward to laughing/snapping pictures at/of my beloved senior as she emcees. waha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3120171341173977721?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3120171341173977721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3120171341173977721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3120171341173977721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3120171341173977721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-yo.html' title='cny, yo'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3895876516586828882</id><published>2009-01-17T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:13:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>considering nothing much has happened (life has just returned to hell), the title of this post it "update". gah. starting school again has been exhausting. the psls were running around after the sec ones in the beginning of term (thank goodness i wasn't there that day to volunteer) and sleeping for 1 hour due to middle of the night toilet patrol duties. haha. gloating has made me less emo :D we had cca fair and claire has posted a picture of us (i know i know, it screams bimbo!) on her blog, so yes. it was pretty fun, i think, talking to sec ones, getting interrogated by parents, staring at people who stared at us cos we looked weird in our invest u. yup. but since there was MOF and meridien jc's coming up, we were all pretty stressed - i'm thinking the word stressed is going to appear in this post alot, so prepare yourself. the auditions were pretty fun, although vette and i spent half the time helping ali and megan prep. claire and sharon (way/c. whichever you prefer) got damn pissed at the sec ones who came in told us they were going to put debate as their 6th choice (wtf?) and then saying their interest was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. i know. you can say it again &gt; wtf? meimei was also choosing her cca and it was pretty fun for me to be reminded of the hectic running around to audition for all the ccas (we are kiasu, you see) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i should post about my class. yay! i like 3 grace :D which is a good start considering i didn't exactly like 2F last year but ended up missing it loads (aircon withdrawal symptoms, i am inclined to believe. oh, and missing all the IP people. tilapia, btw, came back during cca fair. she stopped by to laugh at me) so yes, there are quite a number of people i know there, and quite a number of people i don't know there. haha :D they're all very cute! yay! (gosh, pedo tendancies towards my own class. watch out!) there's dew - who said hi for the first time to me by poking me, christine - who's always stoning, weiyun - whose cheek cells can't be seen under the microscope: hah!, alana - who was born in the same hospital as me! by the same gynae! 10 wards apart! and we're both born in the same month! haha, xin hui - who loves pink, daphne - who relaces her shoes in a weird manner and then gets everyone to tell her it looks cool,  grace - who tried to microwave a styrofoam box when she was in p5, and and and lin jian and wenxin who are fellow bimbos! :O lol. ok. that was bimbotic o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our teachers are pretty okay, we're convinced our form teacher couldn't be more boring, though. and we got elaine lim for bio and mdm suah for phy! they're both pregnant! mdm suah's leaving in week 6. and mrs lim's due in march. hmm. thank goodness for alex teoh - who can't get pregnant, but could collapse in class. ok. eep. our english teacher is mrs doris tan, she seems delighted to give us group work that involves awkward scenarios, a la the one where grace and i (we're table partners) had to role play one as some girl who just rejected this guy and is trying to persuade him to stop emo-ing, and the other as well, the emo guy. gah. embarassing shit. i forced grace to be the girl and just sobbed into my ld jacket &gt;&gt; in front of the whole class. yay-ness. we got prabs for lit! (phew! the incident at the water-cooler was too much for my heart to take. we nearly died. repeatedly. *insert declaration of love for prabs*) and mrs soh for math: *gulp* no remedial for e.c. classes, do it or screw it. ms tan shu wei for s.s. "alright folks?" and mrs brenda tan for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework has started pouring in. and physics project/presentation is due before mdm suah goes on maternity leave. gah. wing duties are calling (defensor rocks, lol) and jgs is coming up! my goodness. our competitions keep coming in one after another. we've already missed tj's and sr's cos of cca fair, er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a brighter note, we went for team lunch today :D and scared everyone out of the place. and spent over a hundred dollars. haha. ali kept eating! my goodness, lol. she would just eat her own food, then pick up her fork AND spoon and go hunting around for other people's food/drinks. and then return to her own peanut butter thick toast! like what. and then she and megan ordered the mango ice thing to share which swee en killed by making it collapse! it was like, one moment this tall ominous tower of ice and the next, ali was skulking round the bottom of the bowl. lol. conversation was of course, random and scandalous. ok not really, just funny. we also had a good time talking to claire in the er garden thing in mjc - our school should totally change the yin shui si yuan or the jie mei tong xin or the sec one quadrangle areas into something like that. then again, budget limitations and ho ho ho PRIME. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which totally reminds me: O LEVELS RESULTS! released on monday and had us all jumping. yellow badge did the best in the history of st nicks! oh ho. two days of holidays and a hell of a lot of stress for the blue badge much? :D  the top scorer also came from st nicks &gt; 11A1s. what the heck?! we were all like "... ..." anyway, i'm still really happy and convinced that we'll do as well, maybe better even though we move to a new (ahem, pardon me, an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;) campus cos after all, i'm pretty sure it's the students, teachers and the spirit that makes the school, not what kind of classroom we take olevel's in :D and coming from a green badge - we are the ones taking the full 2 years in the first toa payoh sec holding site - this should mean something. so yes, jiayou SN and jiayou green badge, it's our time and we're about to prove that SN isn't just about the campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3895876516586828882?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3895876516586828882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3895876516586828882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3895876516586828882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3895876516586828882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4032896972930616939</id><published>2008-12-30T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:40:36.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>ok. haha. i'm pretty sure i won't be able to post in the next few days (school's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reopening&lt;/span&gt;! cue blood curdling screams and moans. what torture!) so i thought i'd do this in advance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. i've got a new skin too. the old one got a little old *rolls eyes*. haha. i'm actually relaxing and enjoying the last part of the holidays (:o the only part of the 2 months i have, in my opinion). M&amp;amp;Ms! haha. my love for the "milk chocolate [that] melts in your mouth..not in your hand" has returned. i especially like the crispy ones ^^ but the dark chocolate ones are pretty good too. i think the best would be if they made DARK CHOCOLATE CRISPY M&amp;amp;Ms! whoa! haha. ok. i should stop making you jealous ( but just before i stop, i have 2 whole packets more of heaven shaped in a colorful shell and filled with a crispy centre coated in milk chocolate. hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've been thinking. 08 has really gone by way too quickly. this year's been pretty good (i shall risk great) for me :D my class was awesome and i've made lots of new friends, cca's been so much fun, i got into student council (responsibilities responsibilities! this might not be in my list next year) and i've done pretty well. the only frickin annoying is that it's gone. just slipped through my fingers like fine grains of sand, without my noticing. sigh. i hope '09 will bring more or at least a comparable amount of such satisfaction (though i'm not counting on it) haha. ali will scold me for being pessimistic but well. i guess i'll just put aside my expectations and hope to be surprised (hoping is so not expecting, lol.) i was pretty surprised the way '08 turned out anyway. so i shall pray for a rerun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. my aunt went to get the cheque for the edusave scholarship for me. haha. it's a hell of a lot of money! (another pleasant surprise) prior to the ceremony, i kept reminding myself that i'd have to go collect it at the CC on the 28th (sunday, btw) but well. i forgot. duh! haha. i went to church that day and luckily enough was reminded by my mummy on monday (thanks mummy. phew!) yay! i have money. which i shall now bank in and forget about, i'm pretty sure. but whatever i'll be glad and celebrate now. also, class postings have been released (fine. they were a long time ago but. come on lah. i lag!) i'm in 3 grace. with joan, poh, vic, stacey, marie, joanna, and ah hoon. :D at least that's something i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; i can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. apologies. but i shall deviate. I MISS LD! sheesh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVnsJofIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fpROPIeidbE/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVnsJofIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fpROPIeidbE/s320/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285515287926942194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;i love ld, we're unbelievable &lt;3  ( i'm probably going to end many more posts like this what with my pining for ld and all. :( prepare yourself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4032896972930616939?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4032896972930616939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4032896972930616939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4032896972930616939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4032896972930616939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVnsJofIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fpROPIeidbE/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7336940271325097305</id><published>2008-12-29T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:14:27.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're unbelievable little cannibals!</title><content type='html'>ld camp was exhausting o_o the pains of organising and running round and round the bloody school  :( but anyway, i'm really glad some (dare i say most?) people had fun :D it was really fun putting the games together - hilarious actually &gt; points at sharon's pictures while laughing like mad AND rolling on the floor -  and i'm grateful our hard work was worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were, of course, some things which I feel weren't well right, but the bottom line is i had a great time in the last ld camp. kudos to the sec ones who were really enthu and i think they kept the energy coming going whatever! :D i'll really miss everyone next year. and i think we've just begun bonding as a comm. grr. i wish tricia good luck in her level co duties (heh) and the rest of LD success too. i'll miss everyone. :( really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. pictures with the sec ones. their darling level cos (us) are lying in the front. haha. despite avid objection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjmLgZ9_kI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kl5Fe_Ukh4Q/s1600-h/CIMG0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjmLgZ9_kI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kl5Fe_Ukh4Q/s320/CIMG0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285227248071081538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia and i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjmpjVGY4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1wrebtn0IE8/s1600-h/CIMG0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjmpjVGY4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1wrebtn0IE8/s320/CIMG0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285227764252042114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones and us (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjnc3AJG3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/ujbQrqP0m8Q/s1600-h/CIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjnc3AJG3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/ujbQrqP0m8Q/s320/CIMG0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285228645706177394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;and us! pre-rolling on the floor and singing feliz navidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjnxLP1gyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dnJQMQ2JJag/s1600-h/ld%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjnxLP1gyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dnJQMQ2JJag/s320/ld%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285228994738094882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;eurgh. i look weird. the xiao bai cai was dusty :( haha. sharon was being lame and "saving us all"! yeah right. thank goodness tricia shot her. hehe (prepare to see rerun of 'the chase around CHIJSNGS')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and finally. us balancing veggies to try the game out. (i look really thin x_x wait. i am thin. hah! hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjpBqBuT9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/sXDvObxyakg/s1600-h/sec+2+comm+balancing+veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjpBqBuT9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/sXDvObxyakg/s320/sec+2+comm+balancing+veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230377389936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;:D i love LD &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7336940271325097305?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7336940271325097305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7336940271325097305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7336940271325097305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7336940271325097305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-unbelievable-little-cannibals.html' title='we&apos;re unbelievable little cannibals!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVjmLgZ9_kI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kl5Fe_Ukh4Q/s72-c/CIMG0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5494529228506074158</id><published>2008-12-23T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:13:06.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas, eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVDh_oj6CvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Hy59KO8IZI/s1600-h/stock+trading+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVDh_oj6CvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Hy59KO8IZI/s320/stock+trading+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282970846241622770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my moods are currently as turbulent as the stock market.(insert how now brown cow joke) gah. horrible mood swings. :D anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is round the corner! yay! (note the exclamation marks. obvious distinction from the full stops &gt; mood swings at work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the past 2 days have been fun :D on monday we went for class outing at pasir ris park. i was as usual late, fashionably of course. heh. it took a pretty long time to reach, since it's so damn out of the way. i was on the train and i decided to call ho to get me lunch. it was pretty amusing talking to her. vic was repeating my order in the background and ho kept repeatedly (loudly) saying that they were "in NTUC acting like a bunch of aunties". haha. made me realise how much i missed 2faith and the overall lameness resultant from well who else but HO! haha. we ate macs (yes, poh does appear to have gone off her rocker) and stoned as it rained. we were all entertained by ho's cutlery set (four dollar eh) and our random predictions about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: it's raining! it's raining!&lt;br /&gt;lih maan: where got?&lt;br /&gt;wanqi: no rain lah!&lt;br /&gt;ho: yeah loh where? where?&lt;br /&gt;me: IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;ho: i bet you it will stop raining! and when it does i'm going to say "i told you! i told you!"&lt;br /&gt;everyone: o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops raining*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!&lt;br /&gt;me: i bet you it will start raining again! heavier this time. and then i'll say "i told yooooou!"&lt;br /&gt;everyone: o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. in the end it didn't rain again (whatever!) so we went off. we practically had the whole bus to ourselves except for this cute little boy *beginnings of a pedo grin*, heh. so when we reached, we went off to rent the bikes (for 2 whole frickin hours). we cycled round the park and through the park connector past aloha loyang where the path ended. we stoned and camwhored for a while (read: massaged our cramped legs) and then cycled all the way back. i rode the tandem bike with vic and then dan dan. so so, we went to the playground after that. :D *pedo grin grows wider* it was really fun! we kinda ran around from one thing to another. dandan got spun round and round on the well round thing until she ended up screaming and lying down. ya know, that kind of disc thing that they have at bishan park. she was at first sitting next to me, then when i got off, she scrambled round the thing and eventually gave up. she completely flopped onto the thing much to our amusement. then we went to swing (evil eye at ho). someone decided to push me. sideways(!) it would have been alright if not for the fact there was this weird guy on the swing next to me and i almost whacked into him. REPEATEDLY! grr. haha. then vic, ho and i went to this slide area. ahaha. *full blown pedo grin* there were these cute little ang mo boys there! ARGH! they were sooooooooooo cute! (LOL) there was this one boy who had fair hair and blue eyes *swoon* who smiled at us (i am being nice and writing us. but we ALL know he was smiling at me) when we laughed at him. they were all running up the hill and sliding down on the definitely-more-slippery material on the side of the slide. haha! yes. i said THEY. more than on *squeals* hehe. they were all really cute and around 4. :D *evil grin* muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we returned the bikes and sat around on like 5 picnic mats to pig out :D and camwhore more. haha. we ended up missing the bus and sitting at the bus stop for 30 minutes after that. pfft. but overall, it was really fun. it was cloudy and cooling and i sound like a walking advertisement. :D pasir ris park, yay! 2 faith, yay! haha. thanks to poh and le tian (the sexy) for organising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today we went to school for training. and i got more presents! thanks to ali! megan! shirley *ahem*! and claire :D then we met to do the camp stuff. it was damn funny. we decided that we'd go pick the stuff up from the props room for the games. hehe. so there were 6 of us, 1 props-filled room and no one else nearby (not even our favourite teacher ^^) hmm. so we camwhored! and laughed our asses off at sharon. then sang loudly while whacking vegetables around and what else, laughing more! we still aren't exactly prepared for the camp but it's coming along :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it's late and i'm falling asleeeep. tomorrow's christmas! ahaha. i shall end off this special post with a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did adam say to eve on christmas eve: it's christmas, eve! (courtesy of tricia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afterthought: it's been really super duper stressful. christmas shopping (or rather, thinking about christmas shopping) really kills. but i've just realised that well, the gifts really don't matter. i guess, i've never really thought about it , what with having been caught up in the commercial-ness of everything for 14 years, but the gifts don't matter. cos, i guess, at the end of the day, all that really counts, all that we celebrate for is the gift of christ jesus. and that's the only thing that matters. so i guess christmas is just one day in the year where we commemorate the fulfilment of God's greatest promise and the display of his love for each of us, just one day in the year that we take to be grateful for the most amazing thing that's happened to us. and if we can't even hold on to that one day, well, i don't know what to say. i've never looked at it like this before. but (after aunty siew hong's example and all during church on sunday) i realise how truly blessed we are. mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5494529228506074158?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5494529228506074158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5494529228506074158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5494529228506074158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5494529228506074158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='merry christmas, eve!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SVDh_oj6CvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-Hy59KO8IZI/s72-c/stock+trading+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3616848864712321408</id><published>2008-12-17T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:33:02.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i hate you forever! foreeever!"</title><content type='html'>i am currently having a VERY amusing conversation with wanqi and lih maan. but anyway. training this holidays have made me very busy :( but they are at the same time very entertaining and fun. also very addictive. haha. we were all withdrawl symptom-y after vjc's. :x, oh dear, we're not supposed to be training due to the * system ( think the '*' in the mantra).  eurgh. anyway. i thought i'd note down some of the totally weird things that have gone on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sometime ago, well, as usual, xuwen walked in.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: did you do something to your hair?&lt;br /&gt;All (interest piqued): really?&lt;br /&gt;Swee en: hmm. yah. it does look different.&lt;br /&gt;Ali/someone: what did you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;xuwen *perplexed look*: wash it.&lt;br /&gt;All: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.recently. Xuwen, as usual, walks in.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: your hair looks different today, xuwen. did you do something to it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She washed it. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Xuwen: Yeah, i did!&lt;br /&gt;All: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. note the trend. (note to self: possible christmas gift!) every session has also been filled with food(!) and presents! haha. that day we had lollipops and some random gummy thing - the one where ali was left with ALL the yellow ones, i.e. the sour ones. then we had meltykiss! ( sharon way got this brandy one which ali "CANNOT TASTE!") and sharon had this chocolate cream one, yum. we have megan's strawberry left for another day. haha. sponsored by xuwen. and yvette brought this weird ba gua thing, which according to her smells weird (and flies thanks to sharon) . and then the other day shirley brought her ikan bilis and the biscuit thingy. xuwen was all "ok, 2 minutes snack break!" and then 2 minutes later - a new piece in hand - "okok, eat finish first." i wouldn't be surprised if i've put on weight, but then again, i wouldn't be if i don't either. haha &gt; the curse of the high metabolic rate. we don't really notice it, just like snack while prepping :D and then there's presents! we all got artificially flavored thai-made pocky courtesy of megan ;), and i now have 2 new pairs of earrings. well, studs actually. i have found a replacement backing for the one i lost, so i am no longer next in line for the guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm thinking i should post about the spar. but i'm still a little pissed. anyway. it wasn't that bad. but i got kinda disconnected during my speech. haha. couldn't finish off the sentence or most sentences, for the matter. the first debate was okay, not bad according to xuwen, but the second wasn't as good. it wasn't that bad either :D i wouldn't be in the position to judge, didn't speak. and swee en was falling asleep most of the time (:x) haha. it was pretty fun and slightly scary. sharon decided to show her ocd tendencies. trust her and ali to fight over something. well, actually someone. but it is not what you think, if you're thinking anything. hmm. new object of affection for sharon. :o i am about to get chased round and round our school. if you find my innards splayed all over the place, you'll know who and why, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so (does this sound familiar? yes. e.g. hi hi, kk among other things. ew! *bimbo style* so lian! eeyer *lian style* so bimbo) omlol. i am going mad. but wanqi and lih maan are madder. and SICKER! anyway, shoutout to sharon: don't be so emo! (though she isn't very) get over it and well. try harder. you can use random east coast trips that kill your legs as motivation! (think off your cute but taller-than-you ex schoolmates!) and to megan: i'm sorry you were the object of comparison the other day! heh :D not my fault. xuwen needed to comfort her vertically challenged-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know those were random. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3616848864712321408?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3616848864712321408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3616848864712321408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3616848864712321408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3616848864712321408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-you-forever-foreeever.html' title='&quot;i hate you forever! foreeever!&quot;'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4156869799785147761</id><published>2008-12-09T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:15:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peektures!</title><content type='html'>i forgot. my 100th post shall consist of pictures (2, lol) of my beloved sndebate :D how significant. lol (sentimental shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ST4A1ske_kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gtp7qqxxKJY/s1600-h/sweeney%27s+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ST4A1ske_kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gtp7qqxxKJY/s320/sweeney%27s+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277656735822052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ST4Da5Xv-fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yn5FOjzBHD0/s1600-h/sweeney%27s+house+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ST4Da5Xv-fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yn5FOjzBHD0/s320/sweeney%27s+house+again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277659573936716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You go around&lt;br /&gt;Like you know&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;But you  don't&lt;br /&gt;You got me, on my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking into the&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; (what?)&lt;/span&gt; lava&lt;br /&gt;And I can't  keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;And I'm burning  up, burning up&lt;br /&gt;For you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing in bathroom for effect ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4156869799785147761?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4156869799785147761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4156869799785147761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4156869799785147761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4156869799785147761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/peektures.html' title='peektures!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ST4A1ske_kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gtp7qqxxKJY/s72-c/sweeney%27s+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4312534388859333909</id><published>2008-12-09T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:20:32.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the inner bimbo</title><content type='html'>this is apparently my 99th post. :D anyway. the past few days have been tiring. pfft. so i thought i'd update. haha (ok, i realise. no link. whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on friday (was it friday? sheesh. stm) yes friday.we had training then went out for a movie. well okay, we spent like 1/2 hour in between wondering about our predicament &gt; body of lies was NC16. we really didn't want to watch anything else (winx club, hello! we so wanted to watch that) and we really couldn't pass off as 16 (ARGH sharon's fault) so we decided to just go over to lido and decide there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up watching wild child. ahaha. ok. it was pretty funny. and i am now trying to convince the others that maybe we should have a debate dance? LOL. there were also some pick-up lines that we picked up (haha). it was really tickling. it was like "the guy's lame pick up line" and then the two entire front rows of the cinema went eurgh! (cross between eeyer and ugh. just to express our disgust) lol. and ali and xuwen managed to drop like half the box of popcorn on the floor. apparently, ali was passing it to xuwen and xuwen "held" it. so ali let go. and the floor was covered with popcorn! haha. well, no, there are some missing links. ali thought xuwen was holding it and xuwen thought ali was still passing it. so it was kinda hanging around mid-air, which we all know is impossible. so it dropped. (am i making sense here? no. never mind)and then halfway, they played angels (which is in david a's album btw) and swee en and i were like *point point**shriek shriek**whack each other* (even though she was seated behind me, so it mainly consisted of me getting hit, anyway). :D i think ali also lost her sweater :( but overall, it was (quote Xuwen) 'a very feel-good kind of show'. it was pretty good. for a chick flick :D although as megs says, the storyline was super predictable. we were all like er / ugh when she decided she wanted to stay and ran into the fire to save her friend (not that i'm trying to spoil it for those who have seen it. hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on saturday we went to vj to watch the semis and the finals. my water bottle leaked. heh. all over sharon's bag :x and people kept threatening to push me into the drain, even though i doubt i wouldn have been able to fit in. :P ohoh. i never got to swing :( but, more importantly, the results. the semis : mgs won acs (i) [xuwen was judging so you can guess what we were like. it involved rapping on windows and waving rabidly] and ri won hwach. [eurgh! i think hwach - sharon calls them hwachies - should have won though. they made more sense, honestly. even sharon admitted this although she did add "as much as i hate to say this" before that. see! *sigh*] so we went to parkway parade to have lunch &gt; swee en's recommendations. it was fun being the first to finish eating! yes! even if it was only because swee en's and sharon's noodle supply never seemed to diminish. haha. then we went back and it started raining :O but we made it back on time. sharon and i were running , pretty comically i'm guessing, to the guardhouse and then dashing on the count of 3 to the shelter. it got pretty heavy. so we listened to the RI vs MGS debate. note: i say listen cos half the time i was NEARLY falling asleep. which xuwen was adjudecating. haha. more jumping and waving! so MGS won unanimously. yay! we were pretty entertained by the way their coaches gesticulated wildly, haha. sharon felt the need to re-enact. :o then we went off. we must have missed like 4 buses as ali moaned about the lan diao adjudecator and her insane win margin. we got a few funny looks for flagging and then not boarding. lol. in the end we met xuwen (our saviour) who looked at the bus that had stopped at the bus stop and said "that one!". it was lucky we got that bus cos it went all the way to ang mo kio AND took just slightly more than half the time 76 took. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that night my cousins came to stay over. (yes! more than one) and they stayed up till 230am. hooray. o_o  then we went over to someone else's house to stay and AGAIN stayed up till 230am. O_O and 6 of us crammed into one room to sleep. hooray, again ( oh and the air con was very cold, my blanket not very warm and it started raining in the middle of the night). still, we also baked that night (we seem to be baking ALOT) despite the lack of necessary equipment ^^ and ate lots of ice cream &gt; ben and jerry's! yay for chocolate! haha. and now i'm home! and not sleepy :D having slept till 11. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. i've got holiday homewk to do! *panic* i have not STARTED. screw. sheet. argh! hoho. anyway before i go. i shall do a shoutout to janejane - thanks for the pc squared :D and i'm really sorry i can't go with ya to chew's concert. jia you in vj (you SHALL tell me when you have a vj dance performance so i can go watch! yay!) hope you liked the scrapblog. (of course you do :D) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that done. i need to go. i realise my posts are pretty anti-climax towards the end. OH WAIT WAIT. (what was that i said about anti-climax?) anyway. does anyone know anyone (in SN, of course. and in green badge) who's taking pure lit and trip. science / B2? i need to know! lol. i think poh is. and joan? wow. 2 people. ok. now comes the anti-climax part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4312534388859333909?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4312534388859333909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4312534388859333909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4312534388859333909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4312534388859333909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/inner-bimbo.html' title='the inner bimbo'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1232213152590633578</id><published>2008-12-03T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:48:22.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay-ness!</title><content type='html'>hooray! megan is back (safely, whew), sharon's scrapblog looks awesome (although i look a little unglam, shit lah. stupid shutter shades) and according to swee en, i'm getting an extra christmas pressie cos she forgot my birthday (o_o i know. but still. at least i get something :D) yay! this post is a happy post! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today's trip to school ( and swee en's revalation about the EXTRA present and sharon's "it's personalized, okay!" outburst) has made me realise, i am going to be slightly more broke shopping for christmas presents this year! sheesh. i have to get a present for the sec 2s, the sec 3s (or else Ali will do her, WHY I DON'T HAVE, whine) and the sec 1s (after proclaiming it in the fam. lounge). that's like 13 more presents! even if i spend 2 dollars on each (daiso, lah) which i can't, it'll cost me 26 dollars! ok. that's not alot. but i haven't STARTED shopping! okok. i think i should have been warned by swee en's story (:O) but i can't help but shriek it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i haven't started homework, or debate homework or resumed my newspaper reading/sumarizing. I'M SCREWED. there's this nagging thing in my head now. oh yes! this was supposed to be a happy post ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sharon and i have made a pact! of which the contents i cannot and will not divulge so yay! oh. this pact is also a reason i must start work. just realised. my meimei has tied her hair into 2 ponytails! she looks very cute. except that she just screamed at me. haha. i am veering off topic ... (what was my topic?) my sister's friends are weird. their class blog is...bitchy. lol. well, better than 2 faith &gt; we don't have a blog. *sigh* i'm gonna miss 2 faith. a lot. :( i can no longer laugh my head off with sarah / at sarah, guess what yan lin's lame acronyms mean (m&amp;m &gt; martha and maan. lol. and some lame one about going to the toilet. in little india, lol), pinch le tian's cheek and shout "engle(angle)!" whenever i see her, whack poh when she says "shardap larh", nua dandan or scream "janejane, i want my pc squared" down the corridoor/across the class. no more maria to be dao-ed by, mere to be annoyed me, v.sim's cheeks to be tempted by and lih maan's hugs to be comforted by. [ i shall pause at this point to state an observation: this post is fast becoming depressing ] *sigh* no more vic's funny colored jacket to laugh at, xue shi's smartness to rant about, wan qi to run from, kah wei to steal geog texts from, fiona to point out that i am nice to hug - i so am, okay, stacey (and e sean) to tease and be kidnapped by, kelly to be poked by or shin wei to be stoned at by. gah. 2F withdrawal symptoms. oh dear. then there's debate withdrawal symptoms, megan withdrawal symptoms and screaming at sec ones withdrawal symptoms. OH NO. this as become a withdrawal symptoms post! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that won't go away : debate homework. grr. terrorist organizations call. goodbye you mood-swingy post. goodbye you weirdo reading this post. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1232213152590633578?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1232213152590633578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1232213152590633578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1232213152590633578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1232213152590633578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-ness.html' title='yay-ness!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1181838749922091377</id><published>2008-11-30T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:10:36.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcchickens, a nuclear weapon wielding rogue child and bonsais</title><content type='html'>hmm. i am glad my ld jacket is in swee en's house and not lost somewhere in vj or in the taxi, lol, cos i couldn't for the life of me remember whether i had it when i reached her house. erp. i find these blank spaces in my memory very unusual. but then again, i am comforted by sharon's "where's my phone/ipod/random possession?!" and the frantic search which generally follows after that. anyway, i shall now post about vj's and the subsequent sadness and madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette was late picking me up (no surprise here) so when we reached, the team was already there, albeit a little tired and very stressed. at least my flowers survived o_o anyway. we were up against hwach first. if i hadn't already said this (i am inclined to believe i have, considering how i found it incredibly suay), we were paired against hwachong and ri for the prepared rounds (and yes, yet again we meet ri. i am now encountering a sense of deja vu. remind me why. oh yeah. we've met them for practically ALL the previous competitions. i mean ri here). so yes. the first round, vs HCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won unanimously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. needed that impact. but i guess on account that we won cos well they didn't win instead of win- winning (there is a difference ya know) it isn't that great. but the team did well :D (self-contradictions. hmm. another sign of madness?) and the prospect of bangs was heightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i shall explain the bangs deal. we decided that if we broke we would all (i mean all as in juniors, xuwen, non-team, claire and jolly) get bangs. i know. a horrid punishment for an achievement right? but still. ok. *returns to story*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was power match-ups and we got cat high. i shall now openly display my disgust. i was damn pissed. although i think sharon was feeling more along the lines of scared like hell &gt;&gt; she had practically NOTHING to rebutt. gah! they were so bloody annoying ._. and jolly was relating how this happened every time we met them (or every time they debated, hah!). it was like *at a loss for words*. argh! anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won (i am fighting the urge to type screwed their damn asses. oh but look. i already have. hm fine, we screwed their damn asses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was ri. the debate was pretty good, in my opinion although they were their usual cocky selves (:x). but i'm guessing we've earned the right to make that observation, we've been paired against them every competition through the entire year. well. we lost. yeah. as usual. as we have for the past (thousand) times we've met them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so. the tragedy begins. after tea, we went to the LT for the results. and we were really hoping we would break. as in really. and we actually had the hope. we were wishing! ok. i think you get the idea. but anyway, we didn't. we lost to hwachong by 0.4. *sigh* (this is where sharon interjects with her "he smirked at us!" thing which i shall totally ignore.) we were that close. but we'd tried our best. and i'm really proud of the team. go sndebate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*sigh* it's still disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. anyway. after that we (ali, sharon, swee en -duh-, xuwen, claire, jolly and myself) cabbed to swee en's house to er have dinner, moan and lose ourselves. we kinda hung around a bit, arguing about what to do and waiting for our food to be -claire would kill me if she reads this- delivered. then we decided to go swimming! haha. this is where sharon and i jumped about and attempted to drag xuwen down with us. anyway, we were downstairs and claire and jolly and ali arrived with the food. and i got pushed into the pool. ah. you read that right. tan swee en pushed me into the pool. and might i add the COLD pool. she was like "mama, come with me to take the plates" and i agreed. and she grabbed my towel (i should have realised at this point) and pushed me into the pool! i am still a little in shock. lol. i didn't realise till i was inside the pool and freezing and it still hadn't really sunk in. it's still kinda playing frame by frame in my head. our brains were really slowing down you see. (note to self: get swee en back for shoving me into freeezing pool) so we swam around and ate curry puffs, lol. sharon learnt to swim! haha. and she's REALLY jealous of me. heh. then it got really cold and i went to dry myself so we sat around on the island thingy and started talking. about really random, you-don't-want-to-know kind of stuff. and of course ali and sharon (the really innocent, blur-block, sensitive about &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; issues &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kind) were grossed out. they had petrified looks on their faces which bore a resemblance to the ones they had when we were have another conversation over dinner the night before. the topic was gross-er though, lol. then we went to shower, had dinner, dozed off a little on the sofa, and went upstairs. this was where the real fun (read lunacy) began. swee en was teaching claire the invest dance when xuwen started er dancing along. i wouldn't really consider it dancing along since she didn't know the steps and was just swaying around weirdly with this retarded grin on her face (reminiscent of ... someone). then swee en taught us the dance for hot and cold and we ALL started dancing. but xuwen - being a little slow and all - was completely off. so she abandoned her attempt and instead sub-ed in her own dance moves. it was hilarious! and of course sharon took the oppurtunity to video it all down and we ended up dancing for over half an hour and laughing hysterically. then we tried the beginning part of so hot which xuwen ALSO didn't get. it was damn funny. we were clutching our stomachs non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then our mania ended with everyone so tired we were lying on the floor. anti climax and all but i've got to go. i shall upload pictures but not the video &gt; too embarassing soon. hahahahahaahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1181838749922091377?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1181838749922091377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1181838749922091377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1181838749922091377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1181838749922091377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcchickens-nuclear-weapon-wielding.html' title='mcchickens, a nuclear weapon wielding rogue child and bonsais'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-751807683518259317</id><published>2008-11-25T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:27:17.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE DIE JUMP!</title><content type='html'>shirley is currently screaming that repeatedly in a loud and shrieky voice. yeah, you guessed it. i'm now blogging from the writing workshop :o as we prep for veejay's :o where we shall meet hwachong and ri (like :O:O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it has been a week and a day since i reached home. hur. i have spent the last week chasing after little kids in children camp. er. they're REALLY cute, heh. and i am so going pedo now. and high on the sweets swee en has provided. but still mainly pedo :D i have affirmed my belief that little boys are cuter. AGAIN.haha. but they were SO cute! there was billy, jerriel, emmanuel, ryan (!), samuel, barney (barnabas), max and benotton. haha. they have funny names but they're really cute. i have pictures. which i can't post since i am er in the writing workshop. but i spent like 3 whole frickin days running around after them, so i am that much put off. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. since, it's like 930 and mr searle is coming in like now so ... yes. time to go. hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-751807683518259317?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/751807683518259317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=751807683518259317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/751807683518259317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/751807683518259317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/11/die-die-jump.html' title='DIE DIE JUMP!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5424134312373266948</id><published>2008-11-02T12:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:46:52.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ho, new skin!</title><content type='html'>the internet is addictive. i spent the past 3 hours blog hopping. hmm. when i could be researching on civil wars and reading the newspaper. hah. who am i kidding? anyway. its pretty funny how i can't remember the content of even one of the blogs i've been to. well maybe except denise's. the last one i went to. cos she called me useless :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ0zlXB2WTI/AAAAAAAAALg/XEgySO2v88U/s1600-h/unglam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ0zlXB2WTI/AAAAAAAAALg/XEgySO2v88U/s320/unglam.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920256395925810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look useless to you? (ok, don't answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i'm worried the new blogskin will screw my picture (not literally) but like make the captions and the pictures all off. hmm. never mind. so... the past few days have been kinda well HORRID. it feels like it's been weeks since school let out. it also feels like school hasn't even let out. gr. my schedule is generally like this:&lt;br /&gt;monday - council/ debate (or both)&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- sec four grad rehearsal &amp; debate&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - council&lt;br /&gt;thursday - sec four grad rehearsal &amp; debate&lt;br /&gt;friday - debate&lt;br /&gt;on top of that. everyday i go home &gt; newspaper, civil wars and debate homework. e.g. essays on random, tiring and cheem things like religion and education. and then, as always, i get hooked on the computer and sleep late = late for rehearsals. and i'm not even the one rehearsing. sheesh. grumble grumble. i seem to enjoy starting my posts with rantings, heh. oh oh. i also have to make jane her present. send all the letters to my dear friends leaving for ip by post cos i won't be here on the 14th for prize giving(whoohoo, top for english), investiture(the dancedance and the vid), spar (njc ip lah. so i'm guessing the sec 2s CAN'T be speaking) and stupid cupid (tickets anyone? please). this entails getting their addresses, actually writing the letters, finding envelopes and stamps and sending them. er. i haven't started. which reminds me, i also have the commonwealth essay to write, my table to clear and a packet of katjes lemon splash to finish. lol. that was random eh? they taste good, but are 99% fat free. which means i get less fat out of eating them. which mayn't be the bad thing. i'd explain my theory now, but you'd die reading it. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! YES! my birthday's round the corner. mwahahahha. which totally sucks since it's now the school hols. hmm. and i won't be here to collect pressies on the 14th. gah! the fate of a cursed child. well not cursed. but er, how shall i put it, suay. oh. but since there's vj invites (not speaking but i'll probably be there to support) the debaters shall have to give me presents! yay! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to skip from topic to topic but er. can't be helped. anyway. i went to a wedding dinner yesterday! at the conrad. hahaha. good food. but i felt underdressed. which means i need new clothes! lol. the bride is my dad's employee, but i er didn't really recognise her till i remembered we went on the korea trip with her. heh. the one where we went to everland and lotte world. ah. therapeutic memories. of ian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ03XnTuyqI/AAAAAAAAALo/sXatINc3kHI/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ03XnTuyqI/AAAAAAAAALo/sXatINc3kHI/s320/Photo0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263924418294237858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. he's very cute. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let us now change the topic. sudden i know, but whatever. i realise i haven't blogged about alumni camp. have i? maybe i have. whatever. probably not. anyway. i was in the same group as ho (i'd say we were lucky, but that'd be lying. we swopped, heh) - light green, or life's good or LG. thanks to ho's ingenuity. it was really fun the first night (mainly cos everyone was there). we had the night trail thing. but before that, we were going to supper when we decided to scare the group's behind. so nicea and elisa were like WHAT'S THAT?! then me and ho screamed our heads off. it was damn hilarious hearing the next group screaming cos of us. lol. on the night trail, contrary to what angelique says, our group, or me anyway, was scared by the walking thing in strawberry shortcake pink pyjamas. lol. we were playing the game but we got so scared we ran to the pail despite shouts of SINGLE FILE SINGLE FILE. very tickling. oh and before that most of the group, excluding me and ho and si min i think, decided to run around the track taking fake pictures of ghosts. we were like er... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some smart aleck decided that we should walk up the slope by the primary block to the playground. which by the way, is not lit save for some random lamps here and there. so we (read I) clung on to each other desparately. lol. we were really tired and sweating like well (lol) alot when we finished. so half the group went to shower. and me and ho lost them. so we just washed up and changed. sick. i know. the next day we went to the nlb. the reference section was cool! what with the semi-rare and rare books. the exhibition was fun too, very interactive ;). many enjoyed guess what THE LIFT most. it's really fast ( the xiao you jiejie says it was faster when they first installed it) so we all decided to cram into the lift by the side of the building (glass, meaning you can see all the way out) and go all the way up and all the way down. thank goodness it stopped halfway through. lol. then we went back to make koktzai. HILARIOUS. me and angelique were competing with raeann and cabbie (home ec vs. drama) to see who could make the best ones. and the other team just insisted on making giant koktzais that looked like curry puffs! how decieving. lol. we decided to stick with the good old traditional size. lame raeann. lol. it was tiring. then we went to the sec ava for the career talk by this jiejie who's a producer at mediacorp (COOL!) and froze our butts off. we sang songs (old and more contemporary) which was really fun at night and watched big fat liar till er 1? ho fell asleep and (Sincerest Apologies) i didn't help her remove her glasses. she woke up with them bent. lol. but i think she fixed them.then we went for breakfast and did the family dance. i'm sure denise found it rewarding to watch us fumble our way through from up there on the specs stand, haha. *cringe* but it was fun. then it was home time. and thank goodness. i hadn't slept the first night cos the stupid bloody aircon was blowing right in my face. i nearly died. and so pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07Dpb0_-I/AAAAAAAAALw/iAzlhXQi1WY/s1600-h/18102008781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07Dpb0_-I/AAAAAAAAALw/iAzlhXQi1WY/s320/18102008781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928473314197474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07MIkDWwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FJuqnHOZtG0/s1600-h/Darlings!(695).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07MIkDWwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FJuqnHOZtG0/s320/Darlings!(695).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928619109145346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and liki at the nlb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07he4JS_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q0okO7iMYOs/s1600-h/18102008793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ07he4JS_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q0okO7iMYOs/s320/18102008793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928985876253682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre koktzai making lameness in the canteen. p.s. i think half of the structure (LOL) is elisa's baby. someone tried to inject a brain into it. and failed. the structure was later killed: popped on nicole chan's forehead.&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;and i think that's all. hmm. yup. it is. anyway. this update is too long, heh. and the civil wars are calling (almost typed killing, lol) me. megan traded some of hers with me for food. heh. p.s. i find it really laughable how we speak of the wars so lightly, you do my war, i do yours. lol. so. as i have done for the past few posts: parting picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ08gPKTD6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RZ58ejviICc/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ08gPKTD6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RZ58ejviICc/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263930063989182370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my accessories? shutter shades (laura's) and a junior. lol. this is not meant to make sharon jealous, heh. i realise the dire consequences that may result should sharon be jealous. lol. :D i shall save the picture of my computer hanging like **** for next time. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5424134312373266948?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5424134312373266948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5424134312373266948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5424134312373266948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5424134312373266948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-ho-new-skin.html' title='oh ho, new skin!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SQ0zlXB2WTI/AAAAAAAAALg/XEgySO2v88U/s72-c/unglam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4312242637047906819</id><published>2008-10-16T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:02:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We may be insignificant, but we are violent!"</title><content type='html'>hmm. it sure sucks how we'll never get acknowledgement like our sports girls. we had the colors award ceremony today. our class (oh yes, 2 Faith.) won the runner up for the pft. behind charity, which is pardonable. hah! (that was aimed at the horrid people who believe that the stretch class can't do ANY sports). and then we watched sports girls (go lih maan and stacey) collect their awards. after which the recipients of some other award, went up to get their prizes of $500. funny how performing arts and clubs and societies girls can't even dream of getting something like that. and to quote ho: "we may be insignificant, but we are violent". grr. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ranting aside, we had debate today. we all seem to have lost our marbles/gone off our rocker since eoys are over. sharon's strange obsession with burnin' up has the entire team singing (read screaming) it in the toilet. yes. toilet. on top of that, one look at a video, and we are ALL drooling over george sampson. (not that he's not cute, because he is, or that i'm sure megan thinks he's cute, but honestly - we love his accent, his dance, his eyes, his smile and well his physique.):D it helps he's only 14. hee. why the heck is he so unattainable? can't he move to singapore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPcatBwBFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lxqW6nsN-M4/s1600-h/george+sampson+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPcatBwBFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lxqW6nsN-M4/s320/george+sampson+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257700450844612146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPca0zRmVWI/AAAAAAAAALA/VwZ7lZdHMCM/s1600-h/george+sampson+raindance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPca0zRmVWI/AAAAAAAAALA/VwZ7lZdHMCM/s320/george+sampson+raindance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257700584397886818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raindance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. *obsession*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoys are officially over. as in officially. i shall never have to see the papers again. we spent tuesday and wednesday getting heart attack after heart attack. or if you want to be more specific, paper after paper. history was screwed. stupid source based, stupid malay dagger that looks like a lizard, stupid rendel constitution. to think i actually considered taking s.s. history. sheesh. geog was quite good (claimed marks, waha) but the cohord did pretty well. i also wish to add at this juncture that lih maan topped the level in this. (what the shit) then english which to say the least, i'm pretty satisfied in. i did average in summary and compre but did pretty well for compo and formal letter. please note that i am using words like PRETTY well, QUITE good so i don't get stoned. oh science. i forgot science. i did well in bio and then claimed one more mark after that so i did er better. :D chem was the most screwed but the only one i couldn't get marks from, hmm. i claimed half a mark for my physics heh which pulled my one mark away from A1 to half a mark above A1. lol. of course vic *bows in the presence of greatness* topped the class, as usual. :D the next day math, in which vanessa sim topped the level with 97 (wtf?!), was okay. A1 but not exceptional. xue shi (what the shit #2) got 96. talk about pressure. and maria was all emo about her marks. lit. *sigh* the essay screwed up the overall. GAR! it was 5 marks away from what i got for section B (i shall not reveal the marks in case i get lynched). xiang ying topped (19, 21, 21. *expletive*) :D. and the worst for last -  chinese. although i did pretty well for gonghan (15) and summary (17.5), the compres were super screwed resulting in a B4. expected but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* to cheer me up, i shall go search for george sampson videos. lol. AFTER i email the sec ones. GAR. sec 4 grad is a few weeks away and we're progressing. slowly. anyway, parting shot. literally. ( i shall be really lame and say geddit? geddit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPcehJ8anPI/AAAAAAAAALY/hqpeMGeN8Ps/s1600-h/george+sampson+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPcehJ8anPI/AAAAAAAAALY/hqpeMGeN8Ps/s320/george+sampson+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257704644932181234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4312242637047906819?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4312242637047906819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4312242637047906819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4312242637047906819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4312242637047906819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-may-be-insignificant-but-we-are.html' title='&quot;We may be insignificant, but we are violent!&quot;'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPcatBwBFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lxqW6nsN-M4/s72-c/george+sampson+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1845755335828209100</id><published>2008-10-12T18:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:02:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATIONS</title><content type='html'>eoys are over. okay they were over like wednesday, but i simply haven't had time to update since. lol. (i seem to enjoy making myself seem busy) but honestly, the entire week and a half felt like the holidays. 1) we did nothing around class for like two weeks before the exams -free periods! 2)no homework. at all. 3) we got to go home early. recess was also longer 4) no cca! it appears it is now time to stop slacking. cca has resumed and lesson time's also kinda back to normal. enrichment (o_o) starts thursday after the papers are given back - translation and sexuality education. every single day till school lets out. like what?! at least we aren't doing cyber wellness like it appears the mgs sec 2s are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the/a day of reflection of thursday. it was pretty good. and pretty emotional. post exam stress coupled with 20% of my class leaving for IP is kinda a bit much to handle. :D we had cca after that, just to remind everyone to stop the slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week and the next holidays will be/were spent going out before clashing cca times drive us crazy. i was dragged into walking for 5 hours and an extremely expensive lunch by mariechong and the next day dragged to west coast and then to daiso in IMM by poh and jane respectively. at least i bought a pouch and a container, the 4 dollars made it all worth it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to smell food. which reminds me, i went to get my braces tightened on saturday. geesh. at least the pain isn't as bad as the first time - i can actually eat! :o *sarcasm* the rubber bands are now sky blue (says my dentist) and fuschia. i am just waiting for the criticism. i just i remembered i have pictures! embarassing ones of vic. heh. in daiso. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHXXsfyI-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UqW6127WoLY/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHXXsfyI-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UqW6127WoLY/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219042199512034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic. wearing a cone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHXmIKes3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bU-qZ-cIFXI/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHXmIKes3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bU-qZ-cIFXI/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219290144519026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic again. wearing a floral lei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHYP7lmLtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XKrxtgqZ3aM/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHYP7lmLtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XKrxtgqZ3aM/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256220008323100370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me. in another lei.&lt;br /&gt;(the thread-y stuff got in our hair and shirts after we wore them. *tsk*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHYkZv_23I/AAAAAAAAAKo/XDkSOM1h544/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHYkZv_23I/AAAAAAAAAKo/XDkSOM1h544/s320/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256220360017173362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a castanet! cute right? daiso has so much cute but useless stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHY03dnAiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Pb9PYbRK1Fo/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHY03dnAiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Pb9PYbRK1Fo/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256220642871018018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i really liked the purple box with the blue polka dots. original. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now enrichment's started there won't be much to blog about but lots of extra time. hmm. i'll think about updating soon. heh. happy pre-holidaying suffering! (due to weird enrichment and anguish from waiting too long for the holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1845755335828209100?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1845755335828209100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1845755335828209100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1845755335828209100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1845755335828209100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrations.html' title='CELEBRATIONS'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SPHXXsfyI-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UqW6127WoLY/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4656257178670782456</id><published>2008-09-06T14:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:02:50.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>field trip!</title><content type='html'>waha. my braces are on. ok, that's old news (approximately ONE week old, heh) :D i can FINALLY eat normally again. well almost anyway, with the exception of pearls. lol. hmm, i'll have to eat more to make up for the 4 days of porridge o_o oh p.s. i'm only updating because well vic and jane scolded me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this mugger went out yesterday. lol, shock. the only time i've gone out this week except to the library. this might have something to do with the eoys and my unusual need to write notes for all the subjects. this freaks jane and vic out. :D but so, anyway ... we went to jane's house for the day and i got a field trip round serangoon, which strange as this may sound i have never ACTUALLY gone to before. ok, not the entire day, it would have caused withdrawal symptoms for me AND vic, so till the afternoon. we kind of lazed around and watched random videos - there was one about a 4 year old girl on america's got talent who started to sing at 1 years old. like. then we decided to go and walk (i was hungry) to of all places vic's house. it was pretty funny, the conversation when we were walking basically went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane: VIC LET'S GO TO YOUR HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;vic: but it's verrry far away...&lt;br /&gt;me: *silence due to how absolutely unfamiliar i am with the place i am in*&lt;br /&gt;jane: please!&lt;br /&gt;me: er.. how much of the distance have we walked already?&lt;br /&gt;vic: ehm two thirds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lol. the alternative line of conversation was this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane: i'm going to marry some guy who lives in serangoon gardens&lt;br /&gt;vic AND i: er...&lt;br /&gt;jane (again): *pointing at a huge house* OMG! so nice. i need to marry someone who stays in that house.&lt;br /&gt;me: *still speechless*&lt;br /&gt;jane: omg! vic your house so nice. argh!!&lt;br /&gt;me: vic, you'd better conjure up a brother quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had lunch, watched the simpsons and studied. ok... scratch the last part, vic studied. i read one page of village by the sea. so much for mugging. hmm, anyway. then we went to the playground. before which i bought sugar doughnuts (which no one would share with the reason that i needed to put on fat. whatever) and we took random pictures which i shall upload. muahahaha. ok, highness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIl3a_HqQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0DCh35U8FRo/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIl3a_HqQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0DCh35U8FRo/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242794550279776514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIC. she looks super cute! wahaha. this unglam picture uploading is starting to become a habit. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMImMaaRWmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j184YH1tklU/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMImMaaRWmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j184YH1tklU/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242794910902475362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane jane and i. thank goodness i wasn't conned into lifting my leg. heh. i don't think you can see my braces. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMImjTs8jTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E9HYaLDPYuU/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMImjTs8jTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E9HYaLDPYuU/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242795304238746930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us again :D leg lifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIm1LpSwwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jRDeARdv9XY/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIm1LpSwwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jRDeARdv9XY/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242795611313586946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic and jane. note height difference. hee. ok. that was mean, but vic looks really cute. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMInF1ihggI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mu8XnS7OVmI/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMInF1ihggI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mu8XnS7OVmI/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242795897437389314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane and vic. vic evantually fell off when they tried to coordinate. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMInXj6hImI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E6mS-3ZZlcc/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMInXj6hImI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E6mS-3ZZlcc/s320/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242796201943835234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of all three of us thanks to jane's amazing camera positioning skills and my wallet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after we made fools out of ourselves at the playground, jane brought us to the block next to hers to look at the view. it was really really nice. and we could see the singapore flyer! or is it called the eye. wait, that's the malaysia one AND the london one - eye on malaysia, london eye (cos it really is shaped like an eye, i've been there). ok. so. pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIomRgf6YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tPverEa-eMk/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIomRgf6YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tPverEa-eMk/s320/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242797554212530562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIow32VaDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gKj9xxpQu5E/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIow32VaDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gKj9xxpQu5E/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242797736303355954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda stuck between whether you would want to commit suicide there. views really nice, nice place to die but then you might get so distracted by the view and forget to jump. *shudder* morbid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was time to go home (to face reality, hah). so janejane walked me out to the bus stop where we waited 20 minutes for 76 o_o but in that time we decided we would go house-hopping and catching views from the cbd after the eoys. i mean like how anti-climatic is that : AFTER THE EOYS. this sucks. 3 letters which strike fear in/pisses off all. and then it kinda struck me, it would probably be like the last time i saw jane. as sammy keyes calls it, bubble brain, instant bubble brain. hmm. anyway, as a parting shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIp6ZFqa7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FbtQ-8L59Zk/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIp6ZFqa7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FbtQ-8L59Zk/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242798999356468146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ignore how weird i look, and note the braces. which are green and pink, fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till when eoys are over (which means when house hopping and field trips round the CBD come round for me and yoga and badminton for megan), don't expect me to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh, i'm really really gonna miss janejane. :( but at least i'm not going to nj. i'm not sure i told everyone, but yeah, i'm not going. *sigh* these mood swings are scary. i've gone from super high to miserable. but anyway, mugging calls! (muggers unite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. note to jane: you'd better be glad i didn't mention anything about your stalker-ness. on someone you've never even seen before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4656257178670782456?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4656257178670782456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4656257178670782456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4656257178670782456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4656257178670782456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/09/field-trip.html' title='field trip!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SMIl3a_HqQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0DCh35U8FRo/s72-c/DSC00829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2934166725718482688</id><published>2008-08-29T16:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:30:06.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's out :D</title><content type='html'>wahahaha. school holidays are here! and even though that means braces(tomorrow) and a whole week of mugging horror subjects like geog and history, i'm pretty high! haha. teacher's day celebration today was well ... i'm surprised i still have my voice. *sigh* the tortures of being sabo-ed to be a motivator. lol. it's time to embrace the joys of mugging and whip out those cue cards. heh. okay, this highness is fuelled by my ppr and pleeeease just bear with me but - SEVEN A1S IN CUMULATIVE. YEAH. (the B3s are chinese and art so i'm guessing i'm forgiven)- okay, megan, sharon, swee en and yvette may now begin stoning me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's yuting's birthday today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY POH! i died making her present no thanks to sharon. haha. so, anyway, i have decided to upload pictures. i don't normally do this as it takes super long and well i need to mug (heh, this apparently pays off) so there will be stuff from well ... last year. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7nilllTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VL0OM3m-Mck/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7nilllTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VL0OM3m-Mck/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239862979442611506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7yYcYoXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vj1hOqdGTMk/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7yYcYoXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vj1hOqdGTMk/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239863165698220402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7_NhmBYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jXw_1ikxNkY/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7_NhmBYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jXw_1ikxNkY/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239863386105578882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for erina :D i think we took these during chan's lit lesson. lol. and if you look carefully in one you can see sharon stretching. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe8WNG3cJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g6QG4ujEREU/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe8WNG3cJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g6QG4ujEREU/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239863781130465426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe8giOWS2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kad9xDHreZc/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe8giOWS2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kad9xDHreZc/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239863958597684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeney! hah! and two suckers at the writing workshop writing "PLEASE REMEMBER TO TURN OFF ALL THE AIR-CONS AND THE LIGHTS BEFORE YOU LEAVE. - DO NOT ERASE" lol. sharon was supervising. i suggested adding "if not uncle will scold us" but well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe9KrlkEcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h7lc0qX4VCc/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe9KrlkEcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h7lc0qX4VCc/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239864682665480642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yan lin in where else but the toilet :D indian dance, lol. and that's my phone you see. it is however now out of action (RIP, dear friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually have pictures of cute little boys like my not-really-a-baby anymore cousin and my mum's friend's sons and a grandson. but i shall not upload for fear of being seen as a paedophile. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so for parting shots, unglams of many flens (quotes jane jane). muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-RKCYauI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kTzlX6B__Ms/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-RKCYauI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kTzlX6B__Ms/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239865893430258402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-lfyXbJI/AAAAAAAAAII/tUo5dBG1dSk/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-lfyXbJI/AAAAAAAAAII/tUo5dBG1dSk/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239866242866048146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-un0s2QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/If1FVu5iG2o/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe-un0s2QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/If1FVu5iG2o/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239866399642147074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_EOzwrpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/93U23UmvsFY/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_EOzwrpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/93U23UmvsFY/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239866770884439698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more of megan cos she's more photogenic. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_U3_MGWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RMwkoSpdGQc/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_U3_MGWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RMwkoSpdGQc/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239867056816134498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erina! ("i'm not as innocent as you think")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_iLd7BLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H18s-5vAEPU/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_iLd7BLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H18s-5vAEPU/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239867285383611570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillary and yes that is a pearl (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_xGio_UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hrzlXbrGH-g/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe_xGio_UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hrzlXbrGH-g/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239867541759262018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie! even though you can't actually see her. i have no idea why i have this. poetry slam, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally - bet you're glad - jane jane, me and daNICKa! lol. i hope janejane has a good time in veejay. thank goodness her martha doll doesn't expire tomorrow contrary to the mean hopes of lihmaan, wanqi and ho who decided to chop my hand with today's date and write above that with black marker BB (best before) and RIP. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLfA3yTdlSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ftrO7JSOfbk/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLfA3yTdlSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ftrO7JSOfbk/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239868756097602850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i bid thee adieu and forewarn everyone not to expect any posts in time to come due to an incredibly packed mugging schedule next week and the next AND the next! i'm expected to average grade of A1 under the orders of Xuwen (although she has very kindly made the exception of chinese and art. lol). so JIAYOU FOR EOYS! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2934166725718482688?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2934166725718482688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2934166725718482688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2934166725718482688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2934166725718482688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-out-d.html' title='school&apos;s out :D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SLe7nilllTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VL0OM3m-Mck/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4921981408499753227</id><published>2008-08-24T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:46:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brace yourself !</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in decades :D and much has happened. apart from the fact that i now have 5 rubber bands, 2 ulcers and 4 holes in my mouth, term 3's ending, i have finally started CIP and teacher's day is coming! which means EOYs are coming too! ok. i think i get the idea that i haven't blogged in a long time. the last time i blogged was hwach's? anyway, the Olympics! haha, i think it's pretty safe to say most of the debate team is hooked on gymnastics. we &lt;3 shawn johnson! and nastia liukin! lol. singapore has also won its first medal in 48 years! first medal since independance! (okay, too many exclamation marks)the olympics is ending o_o dang. pprs are coming in... and tests are well. yeah. home ec pbl - i'm expected to cook breakfast. erps. and i have to eat it after i cook it (!) we have a holiday on tuesday, physics test on wednesday (sheet) and bzdhg (quotes hu lao shi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish. braces are going on / up next saturday. my largest worry (now that extractions ,4, are over) is the inability to eat solid food! argh. weight loss :O dang. my hair's really messy and it needs to be cut. heh. i got a warning from ali, our revered head councillor! xuwen's also staying, yeah!which reminds me, i have articles to collect and summarise :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbyeeee! (excuse the general high-ness of this post. it has nothing to do with the rubber bands shoved between my teeth. which squeak too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4921981408499753227?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4921981408499753227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4921981408499753227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4921981408499753227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4921981408499753227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/08/brace-yourself.html' title='brace yourself !'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-704050344041834805</id><published>2008-08-06T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:46:04.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a short note</title><content type='html'>p.s. in case you haven't already noticed or heard from me, my phone is no more. poof! bam! gone. it started turning off on me every single time i closed it (duh i close it, it's a flip phone) and finally it couldn't even turn on without first turning off. so yes, it died. and after some weird evaluation thing. they tell me to fix it i have to pay $375. oh yeah. i so am. phone updates soon. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-704050344041834805?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/704050344041834805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=704050344041834805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/704050344041834805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/704050344041834805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-short-note.html' title='just a short note'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1892917278370647965</id><published>2008-08-06T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:41:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemna</title><content type='html'>verdict of decision one day before form is due: erh. yes that's the word that aptly describes my position : ERH! this is hard. it really really sucks. coupled with the fact that i'd never see my friends on a daily basis, i would never allow myself to debate again - that would really suck - and if i fail A levels as ali puts it, i only have the primary six cert. great. and then there's also a chance i can get into a better jc, as pointed out by marie. and on the other hand you have a refreshing experience, a curriculum that blows your mind and one term of boarding. NJC (IP). sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelique's going to tj! o_o going to die. jane jane is going to veejay. and so is blenda. sigh. (note the many sighs with this post). i will inform once the decision has been made. i.e. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone on to less brain juice - zapping things. sheesh. we had hwach's on saturday, fell down. lol. utterly embarassing, yes. but we had lots of fun in the first debate - vs, no prize for guessing, RI. heh. went to eat ice cream after that and we were rewarded with a box of 20 soggy nuggets! lol. our usher was really nice, heh. and (wahahaha) he thinks we should have won the above mentioned school. HA! lol. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey the sucker is off to sports trip and so's vic. sheesh. they missed the four tests we got back today. it was kinda bumpy. i did okay for physics (read rubbish, since okay does not meet expectation of A1), quite well for english, shit for geog (LIH MAAN GOT 19! LIKE!) and surprisingly okay for chinese (A2). wahaha. i am now officially whacked. stayed back till 4 to do the damn national day decor without eating. awesome, yes? and then i came home and at lunch at 5 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling honestly slacky since no work has been attempted and an assignment laden "long-weekend" awaits. sheesh. of course, the heaviest weight is my decision. jane jane tells me it's better to stay, and i can't possibly leave tricia alone doing level co. duties. o_o. sheesh. since i can't make up my mind, i have decided to let my parents do it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i spent the whole of last night (slacking) and searching for inspirational stories for the cme project. lol. i cried. quite alot. it's really funny. the stories can be like less than a page long and ... emotionally unstable period of time :D i shall leave the url. i read almost 90. heh.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rogerknapp.com/knap/inspire.htm&lt;br /&gt;i liked the icecream story and the butch o' hare one. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 oh wait. pictures koped from danica's blog from the day we were doing gym :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SJm39eZ9vXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dxGuV2YPkoo/s1600-h/DSC00775%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SJm39eZ9vXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dxGuV2YPkoo/s320/DSC00775%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231414708929412466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SJm4FNeryyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/79LDvvSW-GU/s1600-h/Photo0156%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SJm4FNeryyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/79LDvvSW-GU/s320/Photo0156%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231414841824758562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1892917278370647965?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1892917278370647965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1892917278370647965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1892917278370647965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1892917278370647965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemna.html' title='dilemna'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/SJm39eZ9vXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dxGuV2YPkoo/s72-c/DSC00775%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6572968001032782486</id><published>2008-07-20T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:28:58.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>wahaha. i have not blogged in donkey years :p. but well it's not my fault what with the looming PE presentation. there are other projects of course - science, indian dance, gonghan etc - but PE (as the word "looming" connotates) is just utterly DAUNTING. i mean. how can they expect us to , within a few weeks of lesson, be able to flip our bodies in such a ... *speechless*. ok. anyway. generally, i'm dreading it. GYM! GYM! o_o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so moving on to something other than my impending doom and misery, i have noticed that handphone games have become increasingly popular. lol. it amuses me.there's icy tower - which angelique screams was downloaded by jolyne tan the evil one , cake mania which even my sister goes "so lame!" at, supermodel empire (like what?!), this weird pet grooming thingy in which there is this iguana thing that makes sharon go IGUANA! IGUANA! WHERE? LEMME SEE! SO COOOOL!, and worst of all this happy tree friends game. before that was sketcher, yes? anyway, back to the happy tree friends game:the name says it all. its really disturbing. i was watching samantha play it. it involves carrying this poor unfortunate happy tree friend and MAKING it get burnt, slashed by saws, lasered at, electrocuted, eaten by flies,dangling it over animal traps and dragging it over wooden spikes on the floor. the more blood the more points. jane was like "it's so cute when the head falls off". speechless, again. samantha is however right when she says that after a while you get used to it :D disclaimer: i do not have this gruesome game on my phone. heh. i am stuck with quadropop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days have been crazy, geesh. we had AJC invities on wednesday. my feet ached for a few days after that. court shoes suck. as in really. they hurt. anyway, our first opponent was RI - our be-a-u-tiful luck, yes? - who we lost to, heh.we are inclined to believe we are incredibly suay leeeh, i think they were sec 3s (?). and then yishun town, which we kinda screwed up. vette and i were reserves and we were like stunned. we were like, WHAT ARE THEY TRYING TO SAY? at least we've got more experience ;). *sigh* yvette and i were like serving everybody food and drinks, lol. we had to walk around the canteen (poor feet :() to get the hot water. and the coffee thingy failed to open so megan didn't get her coffee fix in the end. lol. the funnest part was actually changing in school. megan couldn't wear her stocking right X)she kept screaming for help. lol. i also discovered one of the buttons on my blouse had fallen out. so i had to use a GOLD safety pin. shirley said that if anyone saw it they'd just think i was wearing gold and gold (the color of our invest u buttons), lol. of course the most hilarious things happen to yvette. let's just say it was necessary to remind her to "suck it in".one day when we were prepping before the competition she also wore my sister's shoes home. it'd be okay if the shoes had been like the same size but they were THREE sizes to small T.T yvette, like i said earlier, is funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the speech making workshop. THEY ARE SO CUTE! meaning participants. i think they're rather short for their age, since they're already in P5 and we're there squealing about their cuteness :D i also met a girl who has the same chinese name as me - shu hui. actually, i have a senior called shu huei. but well. ok. lol. we had this activity thing at the end, with whacked newspaper headlines. there was one where the merlion was sighted in a nature reserve, a pot of gold was found in a macdonalds toilet, the singapore river disappeared and singapore's famous escapee sighted in jalan kayu making roti prata. i was busy struggling with history, which i still think is probably quite screwed, and elit which was due the next day. sec ones also had no room to go to. ended up having to try my hand at fixing up the computer, lol. &gt;&gt; LD girl lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i am really tired, weirdly enough since i took a nap yesterday for 2 hours and slept at like 1030 last night. hmm. body clock gone crazy. oh yes, da chang jin has ended. sadness. but i have the vcd. yes! lol. i'd much rather watch chang jin cook than kill bunnies on my handphone. ok. must go. gong han on tuesday 0_0. geesh. ok. i can, i will and i must (lol, this was what i used to force myself to breathe even though i was really scared of RI. :DD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6572968001032782486?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6572968001032782486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6572968001032782486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6572968001032782486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6572968001032782486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1956013019066871497</id><published>2008-07-02T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:12:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions and ranting</title><content type='html'>hmm. i realise that while people watch the weird 7-8 o clock cheena channel8 show, i am hooked on dae jang guem. haha. da chang jin :D lol. it is super addictive and so annoyingly slow that i HAAAAAAAVE to watch the next episode. at least i'm not the only what, sarah says she watches it too. lol. gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1956013019066871497?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1956013019066871497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1956013019066871497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1956013019066871497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1956013019066871497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/07/obsessions-and-ranting.html' title='obsessions and ranting'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3596895019272260121</id><published>2008-06-22T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:15:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day before doomsday</title><content type='html'>sheesh. i have just spent 2 hours mugging for HOME EC. home ec, oh yes i just said that HOME EC! gah. i have to memorise how you wash laundry, consumer rights, backstitches and seams. all on the day before school reopens. wonderful. absolutely wonderful. and i appear to have HOME EC and PE tomorrow. and MAAAATH. 0_0 gosh. it also happens to be the time of the month. great. brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be excused from gym. ooh yes that's what we're having this semester. grrr.oh and i am also incredibly pissed at the weighing scale. i lost weight! lost weight! come on man, it's the holiday T.T i should have put on weight! i am beginning to contemplate lih maan's chocolate-every-night-before-bed diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was the hwachong spar. no comments. well. we screwed up, really. *sigh* but at least there was food - yi hui's yummy cheesecake - after that. and a bunch of hwachong guys came along. lol. awkward... i think swee en should consider putting up a sign on her glass doors that say "warning:this is not thin air". at least cheryl knew she was not the only one who couldn't see that doors. haha. apparently,our side of the table was really loud - thanks to cheryl who was probably on a sugar high - and the other side was well lol really awkward. at least we had food! (but i still didn't put on any weight *grumbles*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan is desperately trying to rush out her geog graded. lol. i'm looking for a horrid term 3 :D haha. many screw ups in term 2 0_0 but well funnily enough i'm kinda looking forward to going back to school and seeing my friends. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still however have not forgiven swee en for going off to phuket - she left after the party . gah, she's going to sleep on the beach till wednesday. grr. while i slog away at home ec and pe. at least she returns to a huge pile of debate homework. YESSS! lol.yah yah, i knwo i'm mean. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. but now consumer rights and seeking redress calls. i must now leave to ensure i do not fail home ec! and prepare myself for the terror tomorrow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3596895019272260121?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3596895019272260121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3596895019272260121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3596895019272260121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3596895019272260121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-before-doomsday.html' title='day before doomsday'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4213654018384825882</id><published>2008-06-15T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:13:35.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>father's day post</title><content type='html'>oh, it's father's day. hmm. lol. i'm feeling kinda sleepy. and i need books. i'm running low. haha. i still have holiday homework :o oh great. history *expletive*. and math. i have a feeling i left all the annoying ones to the end. hmm, yes i am convinced i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we face the prospect of utter humiliation, AGAIN, in a spar. with hwachong. AGAIN. we actually wanted to go to swee en's house before that - insert story about hansel and gretel where the children are like fattened up before the witch EATS them, although no one actually understands this story. sharon said i was deranged when i mentioned it 0_0 but whatever - to er like cheat on mid year reviews, slack, eat, swim etc. that well makes you feel good before we like face annihilation but it turns out swee en's having a housewarming PARTY after that. T.T there goes ben and jerry's. er i'm wondering if we will be like super demoralised and really tired after the spar. i also mentioned that we would be in school u and would probably have to shower. her response? CHANGE LAH. whatever swee en. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am being incredibly pessimistic. but come on i still have c.lit project - shit shit - science project - we frickin have to present it (?!) - er history and math reviews. crap. mmhmm. i wonder where the holiday has gone. gah.i think it would be safe if i started reverting to normal sleeping and waking times. i've been sleeping at like 12 every night and waking up at 7. grr. less sleep makes less happiness, less efficiency, and more pms. thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, there's also a post ac camp meeting thing. according to megan we're going bowling and then arcading. intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok got to go. history bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4213654018384825882?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4213654018384825882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4213654018384825882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4213654018384825882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4213654018384825882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-post.html' title='father&apos;s day post'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6504021051987970729</id><published>2008-06-10T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:09:13.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>geesh. i am swamped with homework and i should make this quick. note: SHOULD. hah. it hink i won't. lol. i've had a lot of random thoughts lately and one of them is this : yvette should stop saying keke (we all know it only works coming from megan) and she should share more with her skinny fellow debater (cue me). i cannot believe that she is actually learning to be saliva conscious just like megan. damn her. lol. now i am left with swee en to nick food from since sharon is absolutely off limits and megan is selectively conscious - she is when i want to take food but isn't when she needs food from me. sheesh. but well. onto more important stuff (homework not included) like the second - and my last- day of debate camp though its long gone and church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, church camp was really good. worship was helpful and the sessions were kinda what i needed. the hotel was kinda weird since it was new and the food was horrid, lol. many were reduced to midnight trips out for roti prata. having nat in the group was helpful considering the fact that majority of us in the discussion group had not much of a clue what was going on. lol. i'm still in kl, fyi and i think i'll be going back only on thursday. then i'll be rushing like shit to finish the homework. anyone has any idea what is tested for the history test on week 1? is it even history? *insert expletive*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never mind, now on to debate camp. memories have been triggered by phoebe's SPAMMING on my tagboard. it was well tiring (understatement of century). we ran around orchard road with oranges stuffed in our mouths and wasabi trickling down our mouths. yuck. and when all the way round wheelock place looking for the facilitator. at least we could like spit it in their faces :D. lol. we were chased out of kinokuniya,and died looking for a shirt in far east plaza (near west field, like what the?! ). we spent the most time there (far east plaza) i think, searching for 'the secret to seduction' . lol. we got scolded by some aunty. oops. haha. the one at forum was pretty fun, adithya was hilarious. and then the last one we went to was the one at wheelock place (again) - insert nick quah. we had to find some words in the books in borders - which sounded like they came right out of the secret to seduction. kudos to adithya who found tender in... of all places a cookbook (cook till tender etc) we died laughing at that one. phoebe found *cough* her words from the romance section. lol, she would probably have gotten that book if we didn't need to do the next task. then we had to find some weird posters. geesh. i had to walk into a lingerie shop to find one. *let your imagination run wild here* and we found one thanks to nick quah's help. lol. we were like where? where? don't have lah. then oh! there. dots. then it was the cd thing, i think. or maybe it was before it. but whatever, phoebe found it while the rest of us were messing around. to be more exact i was asking "is this row included?" when she found it. lol. then was the bonus task. ok. perverted minds at work. credit to kai lin for daring to ask the people in borders. lol. we heard about the bonus task for megan's group where rohan had to ask the security guard how much it cost to park his shoes at the carpark for an hour and that temporarily distracted us from well, OUR bonus task. oh oh and i found a fellow skandar fan. i know i know, i'm supposed to be over him. i was grilled on the taxi by sharon and megan with only swee en to help me, not that she was any much help what with ben barnes and everything. we should stop watching movies together, lol. lucky vette wasn't there to rant about her peter. lol. so it turns out that kai lin thinks skandar keynes is hot too! yay. like finally. she is (to quote her) not deluding herself about being over him - whatever, i am not deluding myself. so, yay. a fellow skandar lover, an exhausting day and perv facilitators. lol. some holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework homework! *freaks out*. damn. ok. must do homework, must do homework, else i'm screwed. don't expect posts from someone who is about to be devoured by her homework. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6504021051987970729?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6504021051987970729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6504021051987970729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6504021051987970729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6504021051987970729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6527222254910210572</id><published>2008-06-03T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:39:47.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn, i realize everything's called "update"</title><content type='html'>sheesh. i realise i have no excuse for not having blogged for... long. :D but i will for the next three weeks, hah, and then it's one more week till school - i promise i won't blog then, lol. i'm going to church camp then to KL, like on thursday and well missing hte last day of debate camp. it was pretty fun today,the debates were casual, so casual i've kinda forgotten the motions - lol - or its probably short term memory loss. my entire group is made up of sec ones other than me, megan says do not underestimate them and i don't but, it's still qutie scary. ask swee en. we're going to orchard tomorrow and doing something that's so weird/freaky/gross/embarassing that we should not be allowed to be linked to our school :o. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i realise my chem is screwed. 0_0 how could they expect us to do the review test on last term's module and not screw up? don't tell me i'm supposed to remember because i obviously can't and i don't have my frickin science file with me to *cough* refresh my memory.grr. i still have elit (i have completely forgotten how SING TO THE DAWN goes) and well... lots of stuff i can't think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was spent watching prince caspian twice, slacking and enjoying the holiday ( it means no school! i've long forgotten that). skandar keynes. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, before i get slammed by megan, sharon and swee en, i'd better go start reading the lit text. i promise to up date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could tell i had my fingers crossed, right? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6527222254910210572?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6527222254910210572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6527222254910210572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6527222254910210572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6527222254910210572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-i-realize-everythings-called.html' title='damn, i realize everything&apos;s called &quot;update&quot;'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7320055408422060410</id><published>2008-05-23T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:08:58.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE,YO</title><content type='html'>i have been absolutely suckered into playing neopets. this is all thanks to sharon and megan. lol. we're all going to be neofriends *grins like a kindergarten kid* heh. lol. and have a shared account that we transfer np into. dots. to quote yvette, we are so out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i am not ponning. thanks to the MTP, i got to stay up till 1230 watching DAVID A. even though i knew that david cook won - thanks to marie, sharon, swee en, moira, jolyne and erina at school who screamed it at me at the MPR. geesh, i am not going to rant about hte results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok who am i kidding DAVID ARCHULETA SHOULD HAVE WON. JEEZ, COME ON HE'S SO MUCH BETTER (and we all agree so much CUUUUTER). bleah. ok. just one line of ranting :Dand now an update. [warnin - long update ahead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA, enrichment week is so slack. we went to Vivo on tuesday to facilitate hte maths trail, i can so hear sharon getting jealous :):) and i got two chocolate chip cookies from my er group member - in your face, sarah. lol - and was tempted to push them into the pond/wading pool. Lol. we did a grand total of 12 questions due to time constraint. i had fun though :D:D then we went back for indian culture appreciation 0_0. we watched some dance thing and did well henna. oh and i had to rush home ec after school. tutoring from my buddy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on tuesday we went to little india. damn. we walked and walked and walked in the heat. round and round random temples and finally went to EEEEAAT. for the restaurant review :D that was fun. we all had like four cups of lime juice cos it was rather spicy and yan lin discovered my ability to intepret her rubbish abbreviations or rather lack of. the ride back on the bus was fun, lol, sarah went to buy a magazine which had a poster of the jonas brothers. EEEEEEEKKS! i love nick j - whom, fyi, i managed to see on AI last night. heh - and i found out so does maria. lol. erh then we stayed back for leadership thingy. oh, like 92 of us are junior councillors, including sharon, megan, yvette - :o - and i. geesh. then i lugged my books back. i had this ingenious idea of seperating my stuff into three piles - under my table, in my locker and in the cupboard - and to lug them home during enrichment week.0_0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, so yesterday, we got back our PPR, not revealing my scores:D. whoo, megan is smart, man. lol. then we went to wrap dumplings. lol. it was well pretty fun with rice falling everywhere and the leaves tearing. the clean-up was terrible. oh and they ended up tasting gross. only fiona liked them. lol. then there was the financial ltieracy course thing. which got assets and liabilities stuck in megan and sharon's heads. they started arguing whether whatever they saw was an asset or a liability. 0_0. then we went for debate. where the sec ones had audition - yea, after TWO terms - and the group that preferred drama instead of debate, watched a walk to remember. we read newspaper and evantually were really tempted so we started watching too :D it was however impossible to cry as sharon and our juniors kept making comments like: "are they gay?", "why doesn't her hair fall out ah?" or "are they of a legal age to marry". like go away. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so SCHOOL'S OUT. and after htis terribly long post (and term) it's time for a break :D:D buhbye, &lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7320055408422060410?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7320055408422060410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7320055408422060410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7320055408422060410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7320055408422060410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/05/updateyo.html' title='UPDATE,YO'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6431109055740055231</id><published>2008-05-11T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:47:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;When the music fades, all is stripped away &lt;br /&gt;And I simply come &lt;br /&gt;Longing just to bring something that’s of worth &lt;br /&gt;That will bless Your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bring You more than a song &lt;br /&gt;For a song in itself is not what You have required &lt;br /&gt;You search much deeper within &lt;br /&gt;Through the way things appear &lt;br /&gt;You’re looking in my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back to the heart of worship &lt;br /&gt;And it’s all about You, it’s al about You, Jesus &lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, Lord, for the thing I’ve made it &lt;br /&gt;When it’s all about You, it’s all about You, Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;King of endless worth no one could express &lt;br /&gt;How much You deserve &lt;br /&gt;Though I’m weak and poor all I have is Yours &lt;br /&gt;Ev’ry single breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for swee en, so she doesn't get so pissed every time we sing together :D. sheesh. feeling like shit and emo-y. we didn't break. damn. i realise it still hasn't sunk in. much like yesterday where i was too tired to register the 2 losses. think i've forgotten how to cry much like sharon. but i guess since we slept at 2 and didn't get to swim or eat b and j's ,it's alright. grats to the 8 schools that broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh. MATH PLAYGROUND. sheet. debate tomorrow, xuwen promises maths tuition - since we're gonna fail the algebra crap. damn it. bio test - issues on sex. gosh. oh and PPR's out. screwed up chinese what with the 23/40 for the test. damn it. ok, fine. not that screwed. B4. but screwed enough. considerin i got B4 for art and B3 for LIT. LIT LIT LIT. ok honestly WHAT THE SHIT?! BLOODY B3. screw, man. GAAAAAH. the only thing i can look forward to is what swee en's mum promises to give us - which FYI i don't know what it is although i promised to screama at the top of my voice when i hear it tomorrow. it's supposed to be better than ben and jerry's, seriously wondering what she can get, since after all megan IS married to phish food. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking about not breaking. much as i wish i could say the process was more than the resuts, i can't. it sure was fun, running around, watching yvette scream as we put the weird thing on her knee - lol-, hearing swee en kick sharon's head twice when she came to share my blanket, watching megan fall asleep while listening to xuwen and all the warnings to yvette and sharon to shit to their heart's content the night before.  p.s.,they BOTH still wound up with stomach aches during impromptu prep time, but i still can't seem to... damn,i need to swim at swee en's house, so no one will know when i cry. re-entering the empty feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we'll get over it. we have more enemies now :x. i bet the entire team agrees on this, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, p.s. we heard yvette pray in tongues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6431109055740055231?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6431109055740055231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6431109055740055231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6431109055740055231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6431109055740055231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/05/verse-1-when-music-fades-all-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-9151635661229622593</id><published>2008-04-26T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:54:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spar. history graded. chinese. U14s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying. sheesh. megan and sharon went crazy yesterday. they came over and took the bus. sounds normal? in my dreams. i told them to call me when they reached the hub, and when they still hadn't called after an unusual period of time, i called them. megan didn't pick up for a while.and when she did started cough screamin and crying in my ear. the first time i wasn't that freaked. then i called again, she kept sending me the busy tone, so i called sharon. she picked up twice, and screamed in my ear. i was NEARLY dying. so i called again, and she didn't pick up. ok i WAS dying. then the doorbell rang, and two retarded faces popped up, grinnign their asses off. talk about annoying.so we cheated on e learning, attempted history and this weird math question that we couldn't get and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kinda got lost and screamed at by the security guard ( 0_0 ). it was rather hilarious. we coudn't find claire, so we sat down, behind hwa chong (all thanks to swee en). and the debate started. spent hte first half trying to find out the motion and then ate chocolates and this sour random thing yvette brought. lol, then it was the finals debate. RI vs Nanyang. and we all died when the third speaker for RI came up. sharon put her head on the table and started banging her head on it. it was so funny. and not to mention embarassing. and then she asked for chocolate from swee en and she gave her the empty box and we all burst out laughing. dots. it was really dark outside and i kept going to the toilet. gosh, well skipping there anyway. lol. little girl instincts. *shrug*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, shit. i forgot i have math. *insert expletive*. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-9151635661229622593?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/9151635661229622593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=9151635661229622593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9151635661229622593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9151635661229622593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1683461191119965468</id><published>2008-04-24T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:50:05.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E- LEARNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how screwed up it was last year. if i'm not wrong, mel was so pissed at the message board that took 1/2 to load. quote swee en and yvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rui ying - Two silent, blind but alive False faces regret Hearts unable to lie Salvation is here Reach out til fingertips brush:&lt;br /&gt;  oh &lt;br /&gt;rui ying - Two silent, blind but alive False faces regret Hearts unable to lie Salvation is here Reach out til fingertips brush:&lt;br /&gt; you login n out &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA  :&lt;br /&gt; wah lao &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA :&lt;br /&gt; 0_0 &lt;br /&gt;yvette  :&lt;br /&gt; that one will lagg even more &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA:&lt;br /&gt; lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots. putting off math. argh. i was doing science (bio) and it was like taking really long to load and then i do not know why i just pictured molly. screaming at us. like what?! lol. randomness. but still, she spent like 15 damn minutes telling us to keep quiet when she had demanded we take out our worksheets. she was so annoyed that we were turnin the pages trying desperately the one with the picture of the heart to label : semi-lunar valves, pulmonary veins and AURICLES, girls, AURICLES. shit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. thank goodness i've finished the stupid stretch assignment. but still, history graded. pfft. week 8 math test, week 9 geog, term 3 week 1 history. "postponed from this term ", smiles miss lai. i will just die if it's on the same bloody topic of world war II. bleah.i'm also hoping i won't screw up geog, cos well, i was absent that week and when i came back i just couldn't be bothered to write notes. geesh.surprising score i got for math, since i got 22 / 30 for the first one. word spreads fast, i was whacked on the butt by jolyne, mel and xin ling barely 10 minutes after telling megan. and she got the same score 0_0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macbeth. ipw. math. c.lit. history. math&lt;br /&gt;history graded, geog stretch assignment, home econs. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vette just asked me to do her survey. rate 1 to 9. XD. geesh. CLIT. shit. shit.&lt;br /&gt;fiona can't even remember what she's done on e-learning. lol. geog is lagging. math is awaiting. clit is calling. damn. wish me luck. all the luck you've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1683461191119965468?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1683461191119965468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1683461191119965468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1683461191119965468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1683461191119965468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3637823710523433081</id><published>2008-03-30T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:01:01.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F I - E S - T A!  WHOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. holiday on monday (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the run started on friday and and i went with megan sharon and swee en to pepper lunch to have dinner. it was raining by then and sharon was praying really loudly at the bus stop. lol. so we called everyone we knew and demanded to knwo if the run was continuing. heh. then it crossed our minds it would be cooler runnign in the rain XD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i went back, i attempted to sleep till like 430 after which i went to sarah's house to "drop off" my sausages. lol. then we went and got really confused by which one to sign up at and started to run. we were a little groggy so we half ran and half jogged lol. there was this really cute little boy runnign and we were like " SOOOOO CUTE!". heh.meimei stopped runnign halfway through but we managed to run 18 rounds :D lol. thats 7.2 km if i'm not wrong. no wonder i'm still aching like shit. we did the relay then went to watch the opening ceremony. it was really fun cos after that yanlin came and we left to er... go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first place we went was the maze thingy. we ended up going with like 3 other groups cos we (well i) was to scared. lol.then we walked around the the hall and the canteen . at the hall we did (embarassingly) the bouncy castle. we had to DRAAAAg yan lin to go on it but we ended up like the other kids, jumping up and down and falling all over each other and blocking them. then they dragged me out where they went to do the top dancer thing. it was super funny watching yan lin closed her eyes, then when it stopped at the top, the would be mouthing "so boring" then she would scream her head off comin down. lol. then i went to do the body art thingy an "F" but it got rubbed off -__-. hehe. so we rushed for our shift and stood there selling hotdogs for like 4 hours! it was super hot! ARGH! our legs were aching like anything. we sold hotdogs to like a lot of people including this suuuuper cute little boy wearing a huge cap and sunglasses (HAHA) and two groups of people who bought TEN hotdogs. :O and a group of guys who insisted i repeat the special sauces we had three times... and then bought the normal ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dying of exhaustion i staggered, okay fine, my mum fetched me. so i went home and slept. lol. and shin wei was there from 130 am and she was still there when i went home. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall though, it was super fun and we broke the record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SN! WHOO. :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3637823710523433081?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3637823710523433081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3637823710523433081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3637823710523433081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3637823710523433081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/03/f-i-e-s-t-whoohooo-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-3864406375347599687</id><published>2008-02-23T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:46:36.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was.. fun. ohmygosh. despite my pms-ness that may have pissed everyone off it was super fun man. before the arena filming, we (boob, megan, sharon, vette and i) went to swe en's house. after playing a crazy game of uno attack(a game in which you must never sabo sharon, else you die) and a lunch that was shoved down our throats - mine, mostly. blame it on the metabolic rate - we went to watch american idol. well actually ONE contestant of american idol. swee en's and shuqing's super cute david. lol. got vette hooked on him. lol. then we went downstairs to... SWIM! YAY! YAY! lol. this is the most hilarious part of the day. we were all sitting on the platform, dangling our legs into the water, eating ice cream and listenin to swee en's ipod, when sharon decided to take a 'walk" round the pool. i think swee en showed her something and she went "COOL!" and started walking around. so she was walking and i said MAKE SURE YOU DON'T FALL IN AH! and she promptly fell into the deep end. ROFLMAO! OHMYGOSH! we practically cried laughing! the look on her face was absolutely priceless. it's a cross between the normal weird look and a shocked look. *stiill laughing* and she came up looking all shocked and paralyzed. LOL. so she persuaded megan and swee en to swim with her and we camwhored and *ahem* studied. it was fun!good relax method!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came arena. we all rushed off (without dinner) and were i think quite on time. so we waited (as i looked for the canteen). then it started. well actually no. we went to the studio. sat around, chose seats, swopped places and it started. well actually no. our "programme" started. we were FORCED to cheer against the RI guys. it was like *high st nicks shrieks* vs *low ri - y er... voices?*. super funny. and they were all covering their ears and we were all imitating them. there was this random raffles ichiban something cheer then the one where they all clapped (in sync). we were rather impressed. so anyway, we cheered, lost our voices, drank lots and lots of water. then we did some reaction shots (which made us feel really cheated). and it started! really. so we started filming. it was like sit down stand up cheer. people walk in. etc. tiring. and no time in between to go to the toilet-_-. i had to wait till like 10 to go to the toilet. and even when i got there i couldn't use it cos the queue was super long. so. i waited till 1030 to go. ! i can't reveal the results ^_^ . hehe. the costumes or clothes or whatever were a little weird though. we were all blue and they were green. erh. got some comments from megan with the random chain and watch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then we were so hungry we went to thomson plaza. which was closed. so we went to jalan leban area. where all that was available was taiwan stuff. so we went to the most intelligent place ever - macs! interesting eh? lol. and throughout the journey there we were talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thus conclude this long post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yvette is eternally doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. i apologise for ym pms-yness yesterday. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SNDEBATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-3864406375347599687?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3864406375347599687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=3864406375347599687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3864406375347599687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/3864406375347599687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-272843310777171242</id><published>2008-02-17T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:08:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turmoil</title><content type='html'>oh yeah. pretty much the only word i can think of to describe the things that have been happening is in TURMOIL. but thanks megan, sharon. it really helps to know we can get through stuff like that together, yeah? go DND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan: thanks for listening to my crap, understanding, telling me how you feel too and most of all leaving my pride intact.it was really hard to say something like that to you, forgive me! it's not your fault but i'm sorry that it's like that and you will have to bear its brunt. i hope we'll be able to ignore such things and work together and it might just strengthen us instead! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon: thanks for honestly telling me how you felt. if you don't think that's the best thing, i'll respect your decision yeah?trust me, i feel the same way as you. you may feel it a little more but trust me, i get it too. so let's hope we can all work together and learn to not take such things to heart but instead work even better. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MAMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-272843310777171242?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/272843310777171242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=272843310777171242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/272843310777171242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/272843310777171242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/02/turmoil.html' title='turmoil'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8997239386408435952</id><published>2008-02-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:25:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY V-DAY</title><content type='html'>*sigh*. what a depressing thing to start a post with. but still... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY V-DAY YA'LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the song dedication to 1T'07. so touched *sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm just posting cos well, firstly i haven't posted in light years and secondly cos i won't have hte time to in the near future. once we got back from cny it was like. test after test, assignments, projects (mass run make-ups which i still haven't done) and debate competitions. well we're not really debating, just watching. o__0 JGs and Arena. other then i have more homework awaiting me and happy valentines (and friendship) day, there's nothing else. oh and if you've got the time and need some cheering up go take a look at this: http://hikari--reika.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Valentines-Day-Heart-77204461 . [you thief! give my heart back! - lol, the randomness]i sent it to a few people online today :D. it made my day yesteray when megan sent it to me( yes, it was another homework loaded and depressing day). it's super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and watched the sec ones debate today. but well we kinda tried to prep the motion for monday. okay. before i get stressed all over again : buhbye! and lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you're reading this, tag. my tagboard's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. keep my heart. it was yours long ago :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8997239386408435952?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8997239386408435952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8997239386408435952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8997239386408435952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8997239386408435952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day.html' title='HAPPY V-DAY'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2271742424099819</id><published>2008-01-26T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:08:41.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>russia and the wto</title><content type='html'>eeks. i just found out that if Russia were to join the WTO,according to the calculations made by the Union of Producers, one third of the population will lose their jobs. and the federal government will not have the resources to help these people. oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2271742424099819?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2271742424099819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2271742424099819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2271742424099819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2271742424099819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/russia-and-wto.html' title='russia and the wto'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6329539042689703490</id><published>2008-01-25T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:39:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ABSOLUTELY OVERDUE POST</title><content type='html'>yosh *quote megan*. yes. i know. i suck i haven't posted in ... long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have excuse / mc. SRJCs ok. erh. not much details about that though ... you can ask sharon, after all she was "in the limelight" more. lol. she looked nice luh. like megan and swee en. (and not like me and vette. thanks ;) )ok. and anytime before or after that was spent doing homework and being sick at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid flu bug. i got the flu in the first week and then stomach flu like what 2 weeks after that . -__- . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's rather fun. i like home ec. (with martha stewart . :D ). but i really miss one truth too. haiz. i miss being able to swear at jolyne tan. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no seriously people. i have STOPPED swearing (except for very GOOOD reasons). i am ABSTAININ from it. no offense to my one truth counterparts, but it's the change in environment. ROFL. but it's fun to scream and shout when i meet moira and eeks jolyne or mel sometimes. lol. not only that i am like super guai lah :D if jolyne hears this she'll probably scream  a string of vulgarities at me.* REMOVED FOR THE SAKE OF PROTECTION FROM ERINA * lol.sharon has started missing me like shit and i have taken to hiding behind lih maan's HAND&lt;br /&gt;-__-. SHARON, CHILL! i'll see you around lahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm toally being bullied okay! ho yan lin will not STOP repeating hte ghost stories to me and that day sarah. ler theng and wanqi ganged up with her to scare me can!evil people!i nearly died. &gt;:l . jane said i look like a mushroom. then celeste became a tree stump. dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we met our sec 1 juniors. well, no comment since i guess it's not really my place to judge...i hope we can get to know each other better. sharon and i have decided that even in the least we are SO going to exploit our juniors. in the process of waiting for the VJ-HCI semis debate to take place we became servants / slaves and finally passer bys. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is an extra long post to make up for the next few *ahem* weeks in which i will not post.* forgive me, my ardent fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 MAMA&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/37442954-6329539042689703490?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6329539042689703490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6329539042689703490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6329539042689703490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6329539042689703490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-absolutely-overdue-post.html' title='MY ABSOLUTELY OVERDUE POST'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7801381900243631096</id><published>2008-01-12T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:02:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickee</title><content type='html'>i'm really sleepy and i just finished art research. phew. just need to print it and then pack for school. cheenase compo on monday. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to sell as many fiesta tickets as possible! so buy, people, buy!i'll end up paying for it all anyway so BUY BUY BUY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched the crap show on channel 5 "the hot chick". lol. watched while doing art research and now my butt is aching like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the past week was quite good just rather tiring, i never seem to sleep well. *shrug* and now i'm totally losing track of what i'm thinking. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got debate tomorrow at 5, i hope i'll be back for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must sleep must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tata till i recover the strength and time to blog again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7801381900243631096?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7801381900243631096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7801381900243631096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7801381900243631096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7801381900243631096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/quickee.html' title='a quickee'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4591650093193754475</id><published>2008-01-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:52:03.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh, new blogskin</title><content type='html'>lookee! a new blogskin. lol. i found this blogskin, and many others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted another one but blogskins malfunctioned and i couldn't get it. lol. but this will do, i like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, so till when i find time again to post and update and etc,&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4591650093193754475?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4591650093193754475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4591650093193754475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4591650093193754475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4591650093193754475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/ooh-new-blogskin.html' title='ooh, new blogskin'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4826107091313282016</id><published>2008-01-06T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:13:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>i know, i know. an update is in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't already found out, i'm in faith. 2 faith. erina has *ahem* comforted me with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINA IN WONDERLAND!                        I watch that dark cold silhouettes disappear. said:&lt;br /&gt;and who's fault is it to be so freakingly smart?&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA   -   have FAITH my young one, YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT said:&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA   -   have FAITH my young one, YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT said:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was stupider&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA   -   have FAITH my young one, YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT said:&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;ERINA IN WONDERLAND!                        I watch that dark cold silhouettes disappear. said:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;ERINA IN WONDERLAND!                        I watch that dark cold silhouettes disappear. said:&lt;br /&gt;you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i shall be "stretched". mel and jo however have vowed to become nerds ( am i supposed to feel insulted i was called a nerd -__- ) and join me in sec 3. :D i'm looking forward to that . what. it was NOT sarcastic. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the flu happened well, actually it may have been dengue. i am forced to take the blood test in i think a week but till then i will have no idea. got nominated for the ld thingo and cos i was too sick couldn't go. i hear i was saboed , i will hunt you down. but if they want to re-interview i'd go, but if not then i guess i'll *deep breath*survive. i still have maths. eeks. i have forgotten everything AND lost the paper i took notes on. YAY me. i am so going to lose out on maths okay. ARRHHHH i'm so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and be warned i'll be so wrapped up in books i can't blog more than once a week or once in two weeks. i may shun the computer for fear of losing time. eew. but that's what happened last year. now you know hwo i got into faith. -__- till the next time i post, don't miss me. i'll be back (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4826107091313282016?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4826107091313282016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4826107091313282016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4826107091313282016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4826107091313282016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6011738905535394112</id><published>2007-12-20T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:36:32.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework *dark look*</title><content type='html'>okay. i need to read 81 more pages of learndebating. track the HCI and RI debate , redo the lit thing (which i did wrongly), finish up geog and finish up maths. and do chinese. oh and i also forgot if we were supposed to take ntoes on the learndebating thingo, i would have to reread the whole thing and write the notes :D yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. chill. SHARON NEEDS TO PASS ME THE BIO WORKSHEET WHICH I MYSTERIOUSLY DO NOT HAVE AND ONLY LEARNT ABOUT DURING THE CCA PREPARATION THING! what was i saying again? yeah... chill. okay. chilling. breathing. *in out in out*. I ALSO HAVE HISTORY AND THE STUPID SLOW AND ANNOYING ASKNLEARN! I CAN'T EVEN FOLLOW THE FORMAT! FOR GEOG I ACTUALLY DID THE QUIZ BEFORE READING HTE STUPID THING. (and as a result got *ahem* alot wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY CHILL. chilling. semi-chilled. *breathe* fully-chilled. my 81 pages await me. ciao -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6011738905535394112?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6011738905535394112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6011738905535394112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6011738905535394112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6011738905535394112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/homework-dark-look.html' title='homework *dark look*'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7426840071710232920</id><published>2007-12-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:18:23.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PEEK AT YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>lol. okay whatever. i did say i wasn't going to talk about yesterday but i changed my mind. however,i shall only talk about happy things. i shall not demoralise myself or anyone else further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, the only time we had time to be happy was lunch time. we kinda half walked half took the bus to serene centre. lol . we walked to the end of the hwa chong campus then crossed the overhead bridge to take a bus there. only to take the bus for one bus stop and walk somemore to serene centre. while walking sharon and megan, in all selfishness, REFUSED to anyone listen to their ipods. sharon kept insisting on listening to KEEP HOLDING ON. cos apparently she HAD to keep holding on (-_-) and thus i missed my chance to listen to ever ever after. WHATEVER SHARON. so alison. yvette and i decided to dao the anti social people who were only using one eaphone but just WOULD not let someone else listen with them. humph. whenever we tured back, they put it in both ears and covered their ears. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate macs and well to entertain ourselves gossipped! i shall not disclose what we talked about but let's just say sharon did something rather stupid. ;D shared a mud pie with alison. lol. by that time i was dying of hunger. many thanks to swee en who said SEE LAH SEE LAH WHO ASK YOU NEVER EAT MORE BREAKFAST. &gt;:l i would have okay except i was afraid i would either puke or...not that you need to know. then we went back. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else i cannot help but say is that SHARON LIM refused to laugh/smile in case we said she looked like glendon. and we all know she just CANNOT help herself but to laugh. (i better not say anythign about my opinion on whether they look alike-if i do and the next day you find me dead, you know who did it). later she complained to us AIYA IT'S SO UNFAIR OK. HOW CAN I CONTROL MY LAUGHTER HUH?! WHY CAN'T HE STOP LAUGHING OR SMILING. i couldn't help but point out to her that she was trying not to laugh cos she refused to show us. nothing to do with us wanting her not to or with glendon. stupid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i must return to my 180 pages, :D hope you enjoyed sharon's stupidity :x . thank goodness she can't be bothered to tag/ read my posts. DON'T ANYBODY TELL HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7426840071710232920?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7426840071710232920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7426840071710232920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7426840071710232920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7426840071710232920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/peek-at-yesterday.html' title='A PEEK AT YESTERDAY'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-948613526396714165</id><published>2007-12-19T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:21:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH.</title><content type='html'>i think my phone is seriously screwed. it has like scratches everywhere. and the back is like falling off -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me of SOMETHIGN else that is screwed up. just MORE screwed. ME. i screwed up, i sucked BIG TIME. whatever you say. i did it. ARGH! dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it's no excuse we had about three training sessions with claire and our other seniors. dammit. it was megan's first ever debate not with the drama girls and she had completely forgotten the structure, not that's it's her fault it just shows how completely lost we were! not to mention NONE of us had EVER done reply. IN OUR ENTIRE DAMN LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's even more ironic is i'm currently doing claire's debate homework - 214 pages of learndebating. *cynical laughter*. i am so not in the mood to talk about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do think i have every right to be disappointed. but just cos i'm disappointed doesn't mean that i'm not going to give up and not work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, nevermind. we shall do better (or pray we will) in four month's time . which is whne we meet them again before U-14s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be feeling damn sian for like the next week or so. which reminds me that christmas is on tuesday. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we're having training with our seniors on the 26th. but swee en will be in EUROPE. wahlao. lol .she threatened us and told us we'd better take notes for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.i shall go and read my remaining 196 pages and wallow in my failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buck up stnicks. buck up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-948613526396714165?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/948613526396714165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=948613526396714165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/948613526396714165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/948613526396714165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/hah.html' title='HAH.'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7277726600812750904</id><published>2007-12-16T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:47:06.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG OVERDUE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>rah. i know i haven't updated. whatever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much happened. i stayed over at marian's house and then she stayed over at mine (lol) . we went to watch golden compass - which isn't if you were wondering satanic, except emma says it is a little in the last book .__. - and yeah, studied everyday basically. :D and i still haven't finished hols homework -___- , and i hope everyone had fun at the chalet.lol . random but i'm not really following any train of thought now. very sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we got back went to the legends (at fort canning, had to walk there. round and round up the entire hill -__- )to practice for my dad's company dinner thing. then on friday went there again for the actual thing. dots . we had nothing to do and were basically throwing confetti on everyone's head. hah . so we had fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday went to my grandma's house to... eat. lol. yup. i think i have alot to say but i've forgotten. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sleepy. lol, i told jeanette when i slept and she said "ah..ok....." long awkward pause. haha . i owe her money for the biscuit she forced into my hand and ran off. lol.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7277726600812750904?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7277726600812750904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7277726600812750904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7277726600812750904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7277726600812750904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-overdue-update.html' title='A LONG OVERDUE UPDATE'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-9126916182102304254</id><published>2007-12-05T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:06:23.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIMMY EAT WORLD - HEAR YOU ME (may angels lead you in.)</title><content type='html'>super nice. go listen, from cinderella story. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hs8B6pQOrCo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hs8B6pQOrCo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-9126916182102304254?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/9126916182102304254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=9126916182102304254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9126916182102304254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/9126916182102304254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/jimmy-eat-world-hear-you-me-may-angels.html' title='JIMMY EAT WORLD - HEAR YOU ME (may angels lead you in.)'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1821179099805596713</id><published>2007-12-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:02:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D yet another update</title><content type='html'>okay. so i figured not many people know i have cut my hair, so i shall camwhore a bit and attempt to find some old pictures so you can compare them :D. oh and the only person who saw the actual reason why i cut my hair was sharon way . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm feeling damn bored now and am in kl stoning. i'll be here for one week :( . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i do the pictures, i was thinking on the journey up ( like 5 hours ) about everyones' responses. i shall pick a few that i think are either nice or lame but have all helped in cheering me up. ok, megans' random note in physics which totally stole lyrics off hey there delilah ( i wonder if she still remembers ), sharon way always asking me if i HAVE to go and if its confirmed, shuboobs' asking me to pole dance before the class (NO WAY!), erina and yorky's promising to give me a HUUUGE birthday present and threatenin to hold a party when i leave - i interrupt to say that some people owe me present &gt;:l . my birthday was in nov ok! a bit late   .__. - jeanette crying when i first told her,everyone wondering and warning me what education would be like, sharon and megan for coming up with the lame shit idea about staying in singapore with someone (and the adoption and more warnigns,lol).those were nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now a little update, i'm not exactly confirmed going, so like sharon's idea of like staying in some random place like Hwa Chong is er...still a LITTLE likely, or i could try for IP (this i also have been warned about) or i could just come up to KL and go to either Fairview - the interntaional school, with no debate team FYI - or Chong Hwa - the SCARY cheena school that HAS debate :O - yup. those are my options. and what's not my option is having megan's parents adopt me (WTF?!) and like staying with a different person everyday or becoming some random foreign exchange student (lol.) . yup. now pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt; - these pictures have been removed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt; - this one also :D -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;the shock the horror, good night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1821179099805596713?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1821179099805596713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1821179099805596713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1821179099805596713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1821179099805596713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-yet-another-update.html' title=':D yet another update'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2902056264128156354</id><published>2007-12-03T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:44:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP ;D</title><content type='html'>okeh. incase you were wondering what happened in the past eh 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for three days (a bit less since apparently i slacked and ponned botanical gardens)i had to go around with a group of little kids. i shall not name them :D . they were super cute but as they were all *ahem* a little young CANNOT DO THE DAMN CRAFT! so i had to help them. i sit there like a rock and like 3 kids come up "JIEJIE, can help me do" and i try to not show them a fuck face and say "WAIT, there are other people who came first". heh. nearly strangled people. totally not helpful were jabez and isaac who sat there making some little kid start talking about something inside his body that explodes -___- i'm glad isaac got "roped" by the little kid :D enjoyed that moment. and then just followed them around more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think girls have this tendancy of getting too close. *ahem* as noticed by elva and i. heh. isaac developed a daughter. YES! hah!they kept trying to hold my hand. eeks. fast forward to night games. seriously ok, due to the trauma inducing night trail i actually got scared okay! wahbiang eh.but cannot like freak out so... aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the vj invitationals - YVETTE LYE AH has this problem with getting up on time. so in the end i took 76 from amk to east coat with megan. (with help from her friend who guided us till a certain overhead brighe). VJC HAS NO LINE LAH! wah lao eh. i was like in the LT with yvette and she was liek OI WHY LIKE HERE NO LINE. then she moved her phone away from me EH, HERE GOT MORE LINE. i was just happening ot pass her when she wnet AIYOH REALLY NO LINE! so i just had to say to her OI YOU THINK IS COS I HERE THEN NO LINE IS IT?! the acs i guy behind was like laughing. embarassing   :(  really. and RI beat us. they DAMN PRO sia. wah lao. the points damn hard to rebutt one eh. then we were like all looking at each other with the words CONFIRM CANNOT written on our faces. however, i still think SNDEBATE ROCKS. hah. we beat the rest though.like SCGS * huge cough, wheezes terribly * and xin min. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday we found out that AUNTY YILIN IS ENGAGED! OMF! :O OMG! her boyfriend proposed to her in the airport carpark (ahem,unglam) with this super huge, super glittery ring! haha.she gave us an engagement treat! coffee bean! YAY! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now becuase i was *ahem* suddenly reminded, i checked and found out that i didn;t post about my pole dancing in front of ld. yah. now you know. and now isaac leong ALSO knows.  sicko :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now the embarassment is er...kind of gone. i shall end with&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I ROCK (SO DOES ANGELFISH) oh and ACS guys are playboys (: - that's for ahem and the little and so cute! kid, Ryan.  HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2902056264128156354?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2902056264128156354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2902056264128156354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2902056264128156354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2902056264128156354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/recap-d.html' title='RECAP ;D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7858293129939853513</id><published>2007-12-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:58:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update finally</title><content type='html'>okay. i know i haven't been posting much but here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had children's camp ofr like 3 days, VJ invitationals the next and church tomorrow. like everyday need ot wake up at 7 eh. o__0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i've got to go. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fin the how does he know song on youtube : enchanted - that's how you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7858293129939853513?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7858293129939853513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7858293129939853513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7858293129939853513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7858293129939853513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-finally.html' title='update finally'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4617358424862700523</id><published>2007-11-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:35:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR DAY OUT :D</title><content type='html'>OMG! i had so much fun today!&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch enchanted at orchard cineleisure (i had already watched it with my mum and my sis on my birthday. heh) and we're addicted to the song! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*how does she know that you love her!* we kept singing. embarassing. we also fought in the cinema over erina's shoulder during the end. lol. yorky and i agreed that the song at the end was nice and that erina jabbed VERY painfully. &gt;.&lt; she kept jabbing me when i made remarks :( . then we continued on to the heeren after walking around. of course, singing the song all the way :D i think we looked pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at heeren i went to look for my meimei's slippers but not the same as mine . we looked around the shops, erina bought.......hair rubber bands. eh . we decided heeren was rather boring except for HMV which we did not go into .___. erina kept seeing red and black outfits and announcing it to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the mrt to bugis. we walked around bugis junction and noticed a sign that said KFC. lol. this comes in in the later part of my...account. then we crossed to bugis street (not before looking around at more reed and black outfits. rah)i looked for grey skinnies - and was scolded by erina for buying skinnies when i was SKINNY. whatever - then we went upstairs and finally found a shop that sold size 24. heh. i bought some jeans there . YAY . and then we followed erina around as we 1) looked for joanna's pressie 2) stopped to look at shoes 3) stopped to look at red and black outfits. lol. then we went back to bugis junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is when we embarked on THE GREAT KFC search. we asked about 3 shops (rememebr to sign) and then went up then down. and found out that KFC IS COMIGN SOON ! *big plastic smile* we cursed it and left to... where else but macs. -.- . we hung around camwhoring till about 5. lol. i had to buy food for yorky cos she was HF-ing. i actually had to make two trips to get her THREE PLATES (the tiny ones) OF KETCHUP! WTF?! lol. just cos she was hf-ing and complaining she would get waterfall . whatever yorky. oh . and in bugis street we bought JOANNA'S PRESENTS! yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we grew sick of macs and went down to the mrt. lol. we noticed some badges there and pouches. i bought badges. for myself, yorky and joanna. lol. erina bought one that says well : I"M NOT AS INNOCENT AS YOU THINK. we went erh.... oh and thinking of er... i remember yorky's lame shit riddle. erina was confused by it. lol. then i insisted they buy my a pouch ( after all i had treated them to food ) . they hit me on the head and went : AIYAH WHY JUST NOW NEVER SAY. NOW GO BACK LAH! so we went back and they bought me the pouch. oh and did i mentioned yorky and i shared to buy a NECKLACE for erina. very pretty one. lol . 12. 90 leh $.$ . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sang all the way back to the mrt station and then took the mrt back. lol . pictures will be posted another time due to the lack of patience and time. hah! i have totally unglam pictures of yorky, a few of erina, and i'm sad to say MEE! rah. so ugly . lol. we attempted to make erina do her "innocent" look then take a picture. failed to do so cos she KEPT smiling like a retard and thus spoiling her fake innocence. RAH. but we have one or two that look okay * shrug *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, with promises to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;ADIEU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4617358424862700523?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4617358424862700523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4617358424862700523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4617358424862700523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4617358424862700523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-day-out-d.html' title='OUR DAY OUT :D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7908478714645974975</id><published>2007-11-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:17:38.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>okay. i know i haven't been posting but nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;i've just celebrated my birthday,grown one year (on paper) older and gone and come back for/from ld camp.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, i had ALOT of fun during ld camp. water games were great, man. but a little un-wet. heh . and the amazing race is dominated in my memory by sancia's station. ew. it had sweets, flour and a bowl of water in it. go figure. the night trail was damn scary eh. megan tells me i didn't do anything or go anywhere so i shouldn't have been scared, but whatever. i will try to be brave for next year :D . OMG! due to the movie "marathon" i was inspired to buy 200 pound beauty. haha. like alot of people cried. i thought joan was crying but... it turned out she had runnign nose. WHATEVER JOAN. then clarissa and rebecca cried. so sad. alison KEPT telling me to LAUGH WHEN IT'S FUNNY LAH! YOU NEVER SHOW EMOTION ONE. .___. cried a little at the end. heh . i think we should make sure our school toilets aren't clogged before camp lah. so gross can, do the stupid great wall of china thing with cups. alison was SO sure that if we drained it into other pipes, it would work. turned out, all it did was make the VERY clogged oen REGURGITATE mroe eeky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep even though lights out was at like 1am. ended up sleeping at 430 and waking up at around 630 thanks to SOMEONE'S stupid phone alarm. RAH. then we did the games thingo again. OMG THESE PEOPLE ARE LIKE OBSESSED WITH CAT AND MOUSE CAN! wahlao eh. play until muscle ache everywhere. .___. then we did the CCA fair stuff, where i shared my sleeping bag with tricia and was presented by joan and yvette with a PRESENT and a rather cute card. so tiny can their present. so giam siap, like at least spell my name can. they gave me a magnet that said ..... "M" . ok. one magnet and two other ones, one a zebra one a panda. apparently, joan is like the zebra and yvette is the panda. WTF . lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that did mass reflection then went home. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my group, the holy happy hip hippoes ( thanks to steph ) consisted of boennarti, steph, xiao yu, yvette , xin yi and me. the rest didn't turn up. ALL the J and L girls didn't show cos they were *cough* sick. &gt;:l RRAAAH . they missed a hell lot of fun. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going out on monday then on saturday have VJ invitationals. .___. 730 meet at the stupid macs bus stop just to take bus there. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go and ... rot. i have a valid reason, at least. i already did elit homewokr. read the shitty book and wrote the equally shitty letter. YAAY. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7908478714645974975?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7908478714645974975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7908478714645974975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7908478714645974975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7908478714645974975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='UPDATE.'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5410675890918292778</id><published>2007-11-17T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:37:18.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONNEXIO ; HOLS &amp; LD</title><content type='html'>i'm currently staring at "momoren" in this disgusting pink top smiling at me like she wants me to slap her. next to her is miss praba looking ... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONNEXIO . rah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have not started on ANY homework yet. and according to my mum ( who attended the MTP ) it should only take 25 hours to complete. YAY ._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have managed to get chrisine's twilight in the library . YAY ME . anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been some change in debate ( can't tell much ) and i'm a little stressed now. we have ld camp in two days and i have NOTHING packed or ready . and there's debate on monday and church tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to thank Alison . when i told her i would be migrating ( thank goodness she wasn't angry ) and when i was wondering if i really should have joined debate in the beginnign of the year, she was very nice and supportive and damn that helped. i really hope that by joining debate i didn't disrupt the whole thing .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must pack must pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 grad turned out okay. i have some pictures (from sharon's blog :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Rz7srbFWTdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/55GxucBQxA8/s1600-h/DEBATE+WING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Rz7srbFWTdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/55GxucBQxA8/s320/DEBATE+WING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133800855997664722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the debate wing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Rz7ssrFWTeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bZ2Ihl2WBrs/s1600-h/seniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Rz7ssrFWTeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bZ2Ihl2WBrs/s320/seniors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133800877472501218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sec 4 seniors [ sarah's supposed to be harry potter, deborah the milder version of paris hilton and hazel is adam sandler ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5410675890918292778?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5410675890918292778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5410675890918292778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5410675890918292778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5410675890918292778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/connexio-hols-ld.html' title='CONNEXIO ; HOLS &amp; LD'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Rz7srbFWTdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/55GxucBQxA8/s72-c/DEBATE+WING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7701486743410106116</id><published>2007-11-12T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:07:47.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my random thoughts</title><content type='html'>1) joan is a twit - no not as in like the kind that megan was at the food court that nearly killed me with the molesbian shirt .RAH . nightmares , the kind that is just plain annoying - she called me ching, and said i was weird. when all i did was ask her to tag that she loves and worships me while she watches the video of our puppetry &gt;:l  . main point of contentment as well as the slipper-to-the-canteen-laziness thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) cheryl anne lim is much nicer than joan AND yvette. she went with me to the canteen and even whined when i asked her to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i just remembered that i saw on the street directory while searching for KK, i saw a CARLISLE ROAD! i repeat a CARLISLE ROAD! - directed at jolyne. she needs to stay there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) and there was another road that reminded me of hungary norway and folk dances. i remember now ... NORFOLK ROAD! so coool one. like cuilaoshi and maria. WHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm supposed to be in the down of a mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i like pepper lunch, apple-orange juice and rebecca's bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i have ian's number ! WAHAHAHAHAHA. i shall prank call one day. damn . but he probably knows who i am. thanks to rebecca going " THIS IS MARTHA'S PHONE AH! YOU DON'T GO AND SAVE HER NUMBER OKAY?! " . we all went WTF REBECCA! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) rebecca called her boyfriend thrice . once to tell him her phone was dead (she didn't bother telling ANYONE ELSE ), the next time was to tell him she was going home and she woulld call and talk to him when she got home and the last time for me to record the number. HAHA. talk about whacko. she didn't call ANYONE ELSE in the time when her phone was dead. as in like WTF?! lol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i have no idea when the rehearsal for the good academic award is, who is going, what to wear, when it is on th 16th , if i'm going, what i will be getting, if i can just die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ) i'm dying to sleep. note : DYING . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) and damn, i feel like debating ( and jumping up and down ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;that's how pissed i am. mood swing is over. going to annoy my mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! &lt;br /&gt;i have been having a very low self esteem throughout the mood swing so :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHACHING'S ROCKS HER VERY OWN SNG PRINTED SOCKS ! YAY ME! &lt;br /&gt;   .__.  (:  &gt;:l  ):  :o  :P  :F  &gt;.&lt;  -.-  o0  TEH - mixed emotions .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7701486743410106116?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7701486743410106116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7701486743410106116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7701486743410106116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7701486743410106116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-random-thoughts.html' title='my random thoughts'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2442670417641044796</id><published>2007-11-12T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:54:42.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me,you and my mood swings</title><content type='html'>at the moment, i'm having a shit-like day and am pissed at everyone - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this, i was actually happy. *sardonic look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few hours of terrorising and chichi-ing (according to aunty yilin , that is the young taitai. hah! ) we went to J8 - in between this there was some argument about where to go - where we ate pepper lunch EXPRESS [ please note the difference. the argument that won was that it was cheaper . money-minded people ] where i killed my throat. it was nice and i also got an apple-orange juice (that i thought tasted a little too much like apple). we later went to mini-toons where we played with the shake-shake thing on which we "predicted" rebecca's marraige ( to ian? ) and tried a few random colored stick shaking thingos.then went to sembawang where i killed a cd and then ran away . i noticed the britney spears cd. I WANT! then went to popular 'WHERE PEOPLE DON'T STARE AT YOU WHEN YOU DON'T BUY ANYTHING' ( to quote tricia ) where we first looked at a $61 guiness book of world records book. disgusted look. then moved onto baby names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found out that ian and joan's name mean the same thing and come from the same "root" name : JOHN . haha. rebecca was jealous :0 and hit joan a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home - we meaning me and rebecca - and crapped about her biting habits ( displayed on ian and mok ) and where she changed her name to REBECCA THE MAGNIFICENT on my contact list. i saved ian's number under REBECCA THE MAGNIFICENT OTHER. ahaha. wanted to save it under "rebecca's future blackmail" but it was too long.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that i had a mood swing and got pissed at alot of people ( except sharon and megan . and even they i was pissed at for short periods of time . :x ) mainly becuase i was pissed at joan cos she refused to borrow someone's slippers to accompany me to the canteen. lazyass. i still think i'm having a crappy day. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the ride home with becca was fun. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. next i shall post on random thoughts . i am still feeling crappy .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't eat mini melts even though i lent megan 90 cents for it. (mental note here) then becca so sui got strawberry mini melts two times when she and boob pressed vanilla twice. we got witness. i wanted to make them call the service hotline. THE STICKER SAID TO. i felt like doing that and yelling at the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;now onto random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i wonder if those stick colorful shake shake come out things work if you ask the question in your mind. i asked the same question three times and twice i got the same asnwer and the first time it was also yes! haha (i really shake properly one loh) and i ask eh. *thinks deeply*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2442670417641044796?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2442670417641044796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2442670417641044796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2442670417641044796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2442670417641044796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/meyou-and-my-mood-swings.html' title='me,you and my mood swings'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6767539165405522698</id><published>2007-11-12T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:35:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come down to me</title><content type='html'>Words fall out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t seem to trace what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants your time&lt;br /&gt;I’m just dreaming out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t have you for mine and I know it&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna watch you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripping up on my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all over my face and I’m racing&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get away from you&lt;br /&gt;Burning all the way home,&lt;br /&gt;Try to put it to bed but it chases&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light falls on your face,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let it change you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars get in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them blind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;You’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And I love it all&lt;br /&gt;Every line, and every scar&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I could make you see&lt;br /&gt;This is where you ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;Come down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell it out in a song,&lt;br /&gt;Bet you never catch on to my weakness&lt;br /&gt;I’m singing every word for you.&lt;br /&gt;Here I’m thinking I’m sly&lt;br /&gt;Then you’re catching my eye, and just maybe &lt;br /&gt;You’re thinking what I’m thinking too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see it on my face, &lt;br /&gt;Don’t let it shake you&lt;br /&gt;I know better than to try and &lt;br /&gt;Take you with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6767539165405522698?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6767539165405522698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6767539165405522698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6767539165405522698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6767539165405522698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/come-down-to-me.html' title='come down to me'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4982122520240036871</id><published>2007-11-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:49:53.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHADOW PUPPETRY! (:</title><content type='html'>HEHE. look look . our shadow puppetry performance @ toa payoh library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2texXCFLj8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2texXCFLj8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chinese cinderella one! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/626kY6JmTU0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/626kY6JmTU0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had such fun. but also kanna scolding from benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;also kanna caught candid while tying my hair for sharon's sake. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there ferried by tricia's mom and very uncomfortably on Joan's lap. .____.&lt;br /&gt;did three performances. this is the second i think! as taken by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps if you here random laughter and comments - my aunty. laughing and commentin very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time was ok, with many many little kids.&lt;br /&gt;but the second, less.&lt;br /&gt;and the third by 0205, we were so desperate we went around asking people to come. met a bitch who snapped at us that they were " in a hurry and no no  we don't want to". practically chased us away .  &gt;:l .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, while taking the video for tricia, i talked to a ( verrry cute ) little boy who kept telling his mummy things. xin yi was sitting next to me and she can bear witness that after that his mummy asked him to hug me. HAAHAA. i know everyone is jealous. WAHAHA. then he hug very long , so i went "eh..." then he finish hugging then go with his mummy. WAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also this ( stupid ) smart kid who understood the Afanti thing. xin yi and i looked at each other with a face and were like : whatever. stupid smart kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4982122520240036871?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4982122520240036871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4982122520240036871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4982122520240036871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4982122520240036871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehe.html' title='SHADOW PUPPETRY! (:'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-674292502881354444</id><published>2007-11-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:56:01.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKSTAGE PICS!</title><content type='html'>here are some pictures taken on Xin Yi's phone and copied by me from her blog! wahaha. even though we were scolded ( :( ) we had lots of fun camwhoring backstage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: pictures of the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKBtyLhSiI/AAAAAAAAADg/qTWT3HwJwKk/s1600-h/AHAHA!+swee+en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKBtyLhSiI/AAAAAAAAADg/qTWT3HwJwKk/s320/AHAHA!+swee+en.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130305549092604450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present! SWEE EN LOOKING OLD AND KING-LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKBuyLhSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/LpdZKqc6E38/s1600-h/Assistant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKBuyLhSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/LpdZKqc6E38/s320/Assistant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130305566272473650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIN JIAN LOOKING CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDECLhSkI/AAAAAAAAADw/NQi8QXkjoBg/s1600-h/ME+in+all+Unglamness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDECLhSkI/AAAAAAAAADw/NQi8QXkjoBg/s320/ME+in+all+Unglamness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130307030856321602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! in unglamness. candid mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDESLhSlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_zXSDDrqfcs/s1600-h/Conman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDESLhSlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_zXSDDrqfcs/s320/Conman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130307035151288914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BING IN CONMAN COSTUME! so suave . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDFSLhSmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2h_yAtM50Y8/s1600-h/SERVANTS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKDFSLhSmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2h_yAtM50Y8/s320/SERVANTS!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130307052331158114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVANTS AH! :X they hate it when i call them that. fine&lt;br /&gt;WEITING AND XINYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKESiLhSnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ktxJFSjjO1M/s1600-h/CAPES!+and+me+peeking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKESiLhSnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ktxJFSjjO1M/s320/CAPES!+and+me+peeking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130308379476052594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is swee en's cape, a dressing room thing made for weiting and xinyi to strip. my face was there.in her blog, xinyi calls me 'peeking eyes' . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKETyLhSpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GM4vesKpb84/s1600-h/CAMWHORING+with+XinYI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKETyLhSpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GM4vesKpb84/s320/CAMWHORING+with+XinYI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130308400950889106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORING WITH XINYI! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFZyLhSqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q89D4oIRtk4/s1600-h/MOK+and+XINYI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFZyLhSqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q89D4oIRtk4/s320/MOK+and+XINYI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130309603541732002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOK AND XINYI. AALSSOO camwhoring. like nothing to do like that .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFbSLhSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LX2Mk91C41c/s1600-h/MORE+CAMWHORING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFbSLhSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LX2Mk91C41c/s320/MORE+CAMWHORING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130309629311535794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present you: THE PEOPLE WHO CAN'T STOP CAMWHORING! WHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFbSLhSsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QclSCkJ1hqI/s1600-h/NO+SPACE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKFbSLhSsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QclSCkJ1hqI/s320/NO+SPACE!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130309629311535810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all cramped into the stairs. AND STILL CAMWHORING. (new hobby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGSSLhStI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-rKEft18Ou0/s1600-h/SWEE+EN+THE+EXTRA!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGSSLhStI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-rKEft18Ou0/s320/SWEE+EN+THE+EXTRA!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130310574204340946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE HOW SWEE EN IS BEING VERY EXTRA! to quote xinyi:&lt;br /&gt;SWEE EN! EITHER YOU IN THE PICTURE OR OUT. swee en hesitates slightly, and DECIDES!&lt;br /&gt;TO CAMWHORE WITH US! WHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGSSLhSuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u-6iH7rzH1w/s1600-h/TABLE+CLOTH+skirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGSSLhSuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u-6iH7rzH1w/s320/TABLE+CLOTH+skirts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130310574204340962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we look like we're wearing table cloths. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGUyLhSvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YNflCGgV5Ck/s1600-h/WE+CAN+DO+THE+CANCAN!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKGUyLhSvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YNflCGgV5Ck/s320/WE+CAN+DO+THE+CANCAN!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130310617154013938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attempted to do the cancan, and due to restricted space, failed to do so.so we posed " mid cancan " for this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKHgCLhSwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bJPMl8VS_1w/s1600-h/ART+OF+FLASHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKHgCLhSwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bJPMl8VS_1w/s320/ART+OF+FLASHING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130311909939170050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally! the art of flashing while looking like you're curtsying!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO! (i didn't do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! so you know the fun we had backstage.&lt;br /&gt;these photos are courtesy of xinyi's blog : http://www.my-eternal-tears.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;there are more pictures that my com won't let me upload there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;i think blogger uploads saved pictures faster than those from the camera or the phone,ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, due to a change of script, we have all become TERRORISTS! ( but i'm also an aunty lah) i hope we cann camwhore more in terrorist outfits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i conclude. and move on the yahoo (china) to find the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3 theme song and download to phone ( recommended by bing to do so)! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-674292502881354444?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/674292502881354444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=674292502881354444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/674292502881354444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/674292502881354444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/backstage-pics.html' title='BACKSTAGE PICS!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RzKBtyLhSiI/AAAAAAAAADg/qTWT3HwJwKk/s72-c/AHAHA!+swee+en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5995669173638018229</id><published>2007-11-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:48:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50th post and time for more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;hoped you enjoyed the previous few! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in my previous post i said that jolyne ate one whole plate of soba. i take that back and correct myself, she ate three. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.no time. got to go for physio.&lt;br /&gt;post pics next time ( due to laggy blogger and installation of PC suite to the stupid laptop )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5995669173638018229?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5995669173638018229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5995669173638018229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5995669173638018229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5995669173638018229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/50th-post-and-time-for-more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-913512183480469237</id><published>2007-11-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:34:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYEBYES</title><content type='html'>i just realized everyone has started saying byebye to our darling truth.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i hate this. but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss:&lt;br /&gt;1. Manda - your random cuckoo song and dance ( that's something i remember vividly )&lt;br /&gt;2. Amanda Lim - your drawings that we all go "whoa" at&lt;br /&gt;3. Bay - your singing while doing work , lols to my seat partner of term 3&lt;br /&gt;4. Charmaine WEEE - the entertaining singing sessions (:&lt;br /&gt;5. Andrea - my DnT buddy! lovelove&lt;br /&gt;6. Colleen - oh-smart-one&lt;br /&gt;7. Christine - your greedy chocolate stuffing and random jokes&lt;br /&gt;8. Mel - your molesbian-ness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dino - your understanding and consoling and happiness with us!&lt;br /&gt;10. Desiree - your random patting of my head, "poor martha" . lol&lt;br /&gt;11. Erina - your happy smiles that light up the place.&lt;br /&gt;12. Francine - agreeing with you about random things.&lt;br /&gt;13. Raeann - our tourist poem thay got the highest in the round for NYPSL&lt;br /&gt;14. Roseann - our orange bowl feast in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;15. Hill - when we were outside RI and the dumdumdum confrontation,i mean, number request.&lt;br /&gt;16. Joanna - your constant SUCKER calling!&lt;br /&gt;17. Flower - your mother-ly-ness. (is there such a word?)&lt;br /&gt;18. Jean - DAWAN moments.&lt;br /&gt;19. Boob - our outing and our happiness&lt;br /&gt;20. Zhao yi - our random, out-of-the-blue talks. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;21. Juan - our sudden liking for animal names. chicken, cow , fish!&lt;br /&gt;23. Megan - your random animal-like sounds.&lt;br /&gt;24. Moibra - our molesbian rule-making.&lt;br /&gt;25. Baby V - erh. you hitting me? lol. pouring oil into kitchen roll on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;26. Nicole Chan - your KUUUUCHING! calling&lt;br /&gt;27. Ah Hoon - the fun we had in term one.&lt;br /&gt;28. Saacha - our board game moments. lol&lt;br /&gt;29. Sharon - your comforting and your random actions that can't stop me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;30. Jolyne - :o . your teh-neh-neh-ness! lol&lt;br /&gt;31. Cabby - your haha-ness and your happiness!&lt;br /&gt;32. Marie - your butt-shaking chair thingo legs.&lt;br /&gt;33. Nessa - the shared hatred of *cough* (in jolyne's disgusting tone) MOMOREN!&lt;br /&gt;34. Samantha - your always lending me things !&lt;br /&gt;35. Xinling - your performances and singing sessions with charmaine and i .&lt;br /&gt;36. Yorky - your extra-ness and happiness that is sooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;37. Sugarbowl - you always calling "martha" and then giving me a huge hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all. and at the moment am quite pissed as i am trying to upload pictures. i have only gotten the ones taken on the camera. the other phone ones. ._____. no comments. PEEKTURES BELOW! finally,man. **** blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-913512183480469237?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/913512183480469237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=913512183480469237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/913512183480469237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/913512183480469237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-realized-everyone-has-started.html' title='BYEBYES'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-4890912232939115242</id><published>2007-11-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:53:57.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAK PEEK(TURE)</title><content type='html'>this is your sneak peeek and evidence of lesbian-ic activities between mel and jo.&lt;br /&gt;there were several eye-witnesses to this (such as boob) but this is hard EVIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8ZHSrugHI/AAAAAAAAABc/1_6kvbsaRgg/s1600-h/Img0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129346113663303794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8ZHSrugHI/AAAAAAAAABc/1_6kvbsaRgg/s320/Img0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8VzyrugGI/AAAAAAAAABU/m1nCg1PYhJE/s1600-h/Img0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8TCyrugEI/AAAAAAAAABI/paAgeX-o3aI/s1600-h/Img0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8SQSrugDI/AAAAAAAAABA/4TNt8ctmXv8/s1600-h/Img0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-4890912232939115242?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4890912232939115242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=4890912232939115242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4890912232939115242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/4890912232939115242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/sneak-peekture.html' title='SNEAK PEEK(TURE)'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/Ry8ZHSrugHI/AAAAAAAAABc/1_6kvbsaRgg/s72-c/Img0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2794930505999161944</id><published>2007-11-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:33:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EAST COAST AH!</title><content type='html'>HAHA.i shall upload peektures of EAST COAST soon.&lt;br /&gt;have 90 from boob and more on the camera. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun; but tired ehh.&lt;br /&gt;we ate first (hungry pigs.) jolyne ate like 3 chicken wings, one whole plate of soba,ruffles,sausages and other things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went and played in the sand for a SHOOORT while , jolyne started complaining about being allergic to the sand ( "eeyah!it make my leg so paaain!", we all stared and went shut up)&lt;br /&gt;then went CYCLING. i was cycling with mariechong and has to listen to her say I'M THE KING (so un-feminine)  OF THE WORLD about 15 times on the jetty thing and on the lookout point thingo leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back cos we were all tired and yorky needed to change her *ahem* pad lest she stain her TINY white shorts. so after that we kinda waited and got pissed at mel and marie (who had gone for a SHORT ride, which took them to some apparently scenic route where they cycled on the raod .____. ) and made THE MOLESBIAN CASTLE! whoooo! so fun! yorky made the draw bridge, i helped with the humps, i mean forts and boob made the  SMILEY FACE  . haha. see the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then climbed up to the rock and kinda attempted to take pictures after which we tumbled back into the car and ate the whole way back - mel's sandwiches, jo's leftover soba and megan's green tea. wahlao. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAY! we must do more molesbian outings like such OFTEN.&lt;br /&gt;TEHNEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2794930505999161944?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2794930505999161944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2794930505999161944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2794930505999161944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2794930505999161944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/11/east-coast-ah.html' title='EAST COAST AH!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6985906297634679210</id><published>2007-10-28T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:35:04.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGANISE :D</title><content type='html'>okay. before i go into an organisation of my holidays :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for your (and my) information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 624,421 people in the U.S. with the first name Martha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Statistically the 78th most popular first name. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than 99.9 percent of people with the first name Martha are female. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 6,123 people in the U.S. with the last name Ching. (haha. lucky them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Statistically the 5843rd most popular last name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 13 people in the U.S. named Martha Ching. (damn)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:Oso i must organise NOW. (neat freak.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;puppetry rehearsals, puppetry performance,LD camp,debate sessions,children's camp (AMKMC), FACT camp,KL trips,mariechong's outing thingo,chantel's lib CIP thing,sec 4 grad play rehearsals,last day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;puppetry rehearsal (every wed?),puppetry performance(10th or 11th),LD camp(20th to 21st),debate sessions(no idea),children's camp(28th to 30th),FACT camp(19th to 21st DEC),KL trips(whenever i don't have any of the above .______.),mariechong's outing(hopefully soon),chantel's lib thing(eh.),sec 4 grad play rehearsals(unconfirmed), last day of school (16th).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm dead. and hungry. RAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6985906297634679210?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6985906297634679210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6985906297634679210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6985906297634679210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6985906297634679210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/organise-d.html' title='ORGANISE :D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7661131700981502943</id><published>2007-10-26T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:04:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW :D</title><content type='html'>i think twilight is quite nice. however, as i said in my tag, i am NOT lusting after Edward Cullen like yorky is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that bella and edward are wonderful together.haha.it's nice how deep their love for each other is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed it quite alot! and am looking forward to New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*however, i am wondering how i will return the book back to Christine and gte my hands on New Moon and Eclipse. HINT HINT ,can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just finished mcdonald tea.&lt;br /&gt;-random note to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really am sick. waiting for my report book...still&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7661131700981502943?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7661131700981502943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7661131700981502943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7661131700981502943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7661131700981502943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-review-d.html' title='BOOK REVIEW :D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8495159514017877853</id><published>2007-10-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:16:48.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!</title><content type='html'>haha. am now reading twilight,posting and watching live the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like twilight. it's quite nice ... am only at chapter 12 though...but i think that bella and edward HAAAVE to be with each other! she can't like jacob. i'm sorry erina, but so far jacob just cannot make it. lol .hope to finish it by friday so i can return it to christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. today we went to the malay heritage centre. not bad eh. we saw some performances and went to some museum at kampong glam. the food was not bad, with jolyne eating THREE plates of mee goreng and SIX pieces of kueh. everybody give her f-face to see. lolls. and now qian yu calls me MAAMAA too. normally only erina does, but now under erina's strong influence *cough* i have become MAAMAA to her. i tried to poke her but i found out she 1) is un-pokeable and 2) has a bag that doesn't allow you to poke her from hte left side. had to elbow my way to the right to poke her back. hah. indulged in too much chocolate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during ld i thinkwe managed to finish all the puppets. my guy looks GOOOD. lol. jolyne's girl though...has purple eyebrows. lol. i like glue-gunning! so fun lehh! WAHA. i shall gun down everybody one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i must go and read twilight.&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8495159514017877853?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8495159514017877853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8495159514017877853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8495159514017877853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8495159514017877853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT!'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1659393202347620567</id><published>2007-10-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:53:26.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's drama thingy was, i admit, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the dancing rocked my SNG printed socks. haha. so fun. anyhow dance with christine then xinling scold me and joanna scold christine :x. haha. i like it when we did it in the dance studio. and i'm suddenly thinking, what happens if we don't perform in the drama studio ._____.&lt;br /&gt;die-ded already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very tired. and drama night was VERY nice. boob and i noticed the signs were still up. i ate today and ate somemore. i shall list down what i ate:&lt;br /&gt;1) double cheese burger&lt;br /&gt;2) coke&lt;br /&gt;3) christine's fries.&lt;br /&gt;4) christine's coke&lt;br /&gt;5)mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;6)kinder bueno&lt;br /&gt;7) chocolate ckae&lt;br /&gt;8)cold milk&lt;br /&gt;9) joanna's margarine-y waffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 9 made me nearly puke. i told joanna it tasted like pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;and sharon was waving maniacally at me from across the road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks yorky for the kinder bueno ( which no thanks to neubronner i got ONE WHOLE STICK!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my ipod skin/cover/jacket.&lt;br /&gt;and found out it's name : a JAM JACKET.  .____________. looked at it in amusement for a while. they only had white so my now scratched classic looks grey. but it still looks nice, except for the back cos the cover makes it look frumpy, what with the "earbud protector" crap thing. it's true that's what they called it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel and jolyne deny their seth, adrianna and adrian escapade oath to each other.&lt;br /&gt;i bear witness to it. they said it.&lt;br /&gt;MEL SAID SHE WOULD KISS ADRIAN AND JO SAID SHE WOULD NAME HER SON SETH AND HER DAUGHTER ADRIENNA IF WE DIDN"T WIN.&lt;br /&gt;i make it very clear. should i say i hope we don't win? :x . i didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: YOU LOVE ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1659393202347620567?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1659393202347620567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1659393202347620567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1659393202347620567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1659393202347620567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-drama-thingy-was-i-admit-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1730259938755865976</id><published>2007-10-18T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:06:08.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 40th post.waha. and people are like at 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.we have to change the whole dikir barat. ._______. i think that on monday we'll have a rehearsal somewhere in some function room. we are so screwed mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we don't win mel will kiss adrian and jolyne will call her child (if it's a boy) SETH or (if it's a girl) ADRIANA. lols can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asian civilisation museum today was actually to me,no offense but, crap. as in like we didn't even get time to just LOOK at the artefacts.everybody was running around looking for the answers. sure we're supposed to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. drama night tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i am so going-if i can get someone to sell me their ticket. i 'm thinking yorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED AN IPOD COVER/SKIN/JACKET. whatever you call it, i need it.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SCRATCHED!  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1730259938755865976?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8139455164094682540</id><published>2007-10-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:13:51.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR JOANNA</title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO JOANNA'S NICENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks joanna for supporting me in my buying the ipod (Lol) by sms-ing me and "accompanying" me through it even though you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i was a little disappointed that no one could come but thanks for trying to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ( and everyone else. especially yorky and erina for sms-ing to apologise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTTHHHAAANNNKKKSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;i tomorrow bring for you all see see but must be careful hor! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8139455164094682540?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8139455164094682540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8139455164094682540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8139455164094682540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8139455164094682540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-joanna.html' title='FOR JOANNA'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8586447589122354080</id><published>2007-10-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:10:54.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOD LOVE</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally bought my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a black ipod classic. $428 ._____. expensive.but my daddy pay.WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but he insists that becuase i get something i have to give my sister...$50. *sobs* my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;IPOD.WAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8586447589122354080?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1548958041480903241</id><published>2007-10-14T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:44:51.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post (:</title><content type='html'>okay.tomorrow's a holiday.so i'll be going to get my ipod :O&lt;br /&gt;no one else can come (yorky says they have drama. JIAYOU kayy?i will be going to support ; wahax)but i'll go with my mum and then watch her cut her hair .______. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that i must&lt;br /&gt;1) call mariechong's childcare&lt;br /&gt;2)finalise the timetable for the SEA fair&lt;br /&gt;3)practice my lines for the SEA fiar&lt;br /&gt;4)make sure NICOLECHAN prints the script and lyrics and photocopies them for the class.&lt;br /&gt;5)actually download itunes and transfer songs from my phone to my ipod..on the laggy computer thanks to the shitty vista crap programme that apple products don't support -.-&lt;br /&gt;6)actually complete number 1 - 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breathing*&lt;br /&gt;at least i have the comforting thought that mel and i will soon strip chantel to her bra and throw her into ANY swimming pool (or lake or reservoir or drain).wahahaha.suddenly i feel much better (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1548958041480903241?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1548958041480903241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1548958041480903241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1548958041480903241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1548958041480903241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-post.html' title='random post (:'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7821508502931760282</id><published>2007-10-12T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:06:37.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i haven't been posting for long.sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to moira's party yesterday. swimmed. lol . in erm...my clothes, jolyne's clothes and my bra. lol . chantel and mel promised to do likewise but only mel did.about 2 minutes after we did that we were told we had to go cut the cake ._______. felt idiotic. then had to share a wet wet towel with joan -.- as if that wasn't bad enough, xinhoon commented about my legs and claudia also commented about my...*cough* body type. whatever. ran like shit to look for the clues to the treasure hunt, and then came back and wished i could just fall into the swimming. bay and nessa had their phone *ahem* introduced to the swimming pool. they haven't turned on till now ((: . shubu and i shared a present for moira, red jumpsuit apparatus and boys like girls cd. hehe. i wrapped it in layers and layers of newspaper. wahax. shuqing hasn't paid me money yet &gt;:l. but actually i haven't even paid my mum for mine :X. lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has happened recently other then that.have been quite stressed about the mini drama thing but i think truth is doing well. YAAY! we will win,man :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaytruth&lt;br /&gt;(:martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7821508502931760282?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7821508502931760282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7821508502931760282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7821508502931760282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7821508502931760282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2134206743398610030</id><published>2007-10-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:51:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;SHUB*cough*OOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;we are...&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS lah, you ass. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;-always talking -.-&lt;br /&gt;-has nice stroke-able thighs :)&lt;br /&gt;-likes stroking my thigh :D&lt;br /&gt;-wants to give me sarah yip (YOU CAN HAVE HER TO YOURSELF SHU!)&lt;br /&gt;-will get to keep sarah yip (i would prefer to REMAIN unattached :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;STROKE MY THIGHS. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU THIGHS TO SMALL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, will you?&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STROKE EACH OTHERS THIGHS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we won't. i'm straight as a *thinks* ruler?&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;REDUCE THIGH FAT :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, will you?&lt;br /&gt;pull off all her BABY HAIR (muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;She happens to accidentally (&gt;:l) set CHANTEL on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. baby hair remover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her are?&lt;br /&gt;i think she's hairy :O&lt;br /&gt;(like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;THEY LOVE ME (they'd better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVE OF MYSELF (whoops.ego.ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;MY EGO-ISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;MCDONALDS.&lt;br /&gt;(i make and get food. hees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pass this quiz to 10 persons(:&lt;br /&gt;[does not include ppl who have already done it]&lt;br /&gt;1. YORKY&lt;br /&gt;2. JOANNA&lt;br /&gt;3. MARIECHONG&lt;br /&gt;4. CHRISTINEK&lt;br /&gt;5. NICOLE CHAN&lt;br /&gt;6. NICOLE YUE&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;CHAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. JANET YU&lt;br /&gt;9. CLAUDIA&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;DOUBLEDEE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is no.6 having a relationship with? [NICOLEYUE]&lt;br /&gt;unknown. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is no.9 a male or female? [CLAUDIA]&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If no.7 and no.10 are together, will it be a good thing? [CHAN+DOUBLEDEE]&lt;br /&gt;TRUUUTH will suffer. what happens if they reproduce.shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How about no.8 and no.5? [JANET+NICOLECHAN ]&lt;br /&gt;talk about kelly :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about? [JOANNA]&lt;br /&gt;SUUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had chatted with no.3?[MARIECHONG]&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. irritated her ehhs. she insists i have a marie shrine -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like? [JANETYU]&lt;br /&gt;OMG. during the japan trip it was DAUGHTRY. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 has any siblings? [YORKLYN]&lt;br /&gt;TWOO many sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3? [MARIECHONG]&lt;br /&gt;*coughcough* -martha has been unable to answer this as she is choking on... air-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is no.4 single? [CHRISTINEK]&lt;br /&gt;as far as i'm concerned, no. maybe she is though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's the surname of no. 5? [NICOLECHAN]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of no.4? [CHRISTINEK]&lt;br /&gt;SAYING THE WORD ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do no.5 and no.9 get along well? [CLAUDIA AND NICOLECHAN]&lt;br /&gt;suresure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is no.2 studying at? [JOANNA]&lt;br /&gt;the place where SMART people study : SNGS. lolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk something casually about no.1 [YORKLYN]&lt;br /&gt;Yorky is a lameass who constantly likes leaning her bony head on my BONIER body. is the only one other than christine and shuboob who likes hugs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever tried developing feelings for no. 8? [JANETYU]&lt;br /&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does no.9 live at? [CLAUDIA]&lt;br /&gt;sure i know. oh i do. no i don't. oh i don't :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no.4 like? [CHRISTINEK]&lt;br /&gt;colors that start with F and end with U, C and K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no.5 and no.1 best friends? [YORKY AND NICOLE CHAN]&lt;br /&gt;sure. yeah. lesbians *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no.7 like no.2? [CHAN + JOANNA]&lt;br /&gt;YEEEES. joanna's *cough* HERS.&lt;br /&gt;   (roflmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How do you get to know no.2? [JOANNA]&lt;br /&gt;i changed my place with her :X&lt;br /&gt;and complained about talent scouting (and got scolded) with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does no.1 have any pets? [YORKLYN]&lt;br /&gt;YES-.- a dog that joanna fears like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? [CHAN]&lt;br /&gt;SURE. in her PPG and BARBIE jeans she beats everyone hands down. her lipstick rocks my socks too. (they look like her pimple) NOOOOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAOS. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2134206743398610030?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2134206743398610030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2134206743398610030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2134206743398610030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2134206743398610030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/answer-following-questions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1658651517186322277</id><published>2007-10-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:18:07.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARH! NEW SKIN :O</title><content type='html'>new skin ehhs. i chose this during history lesson today :X megan and sharon chose it with me . heeheess. seth brought us to the com lab the give out the papers and then made us search something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolyne wants to quit the molesbians :O it's true. it's cos she's pissed at momoren for putting up her picture (s) on the com lab desktop and then not going to take it off. well i don't know *shrugshrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM just pushed forward our PBL deadline by ONE WEEK. which means that on sunday i have to go to neubronner's house to do the experiment. and on saturday i have to go help out in church for kidz connection -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressstress. but anyway, must go and edit the folio and go slack around. hehh! that's what weekends are meant for (: this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: ELit&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY/TUESDAY: Science&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: Maths&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK(unknown): English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have gotten back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LONG TIME AGO : Chinese&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: Geography&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not really dead for the above three :D don't know whether my luck will last though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.it's worth wishing.&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1658651517186322277?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1658651517186322277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1658651517186322277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1658651517186322277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1658651517186322277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/arh-new-skin-o.html' title='ARH! NEW SKIN :O'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-8054265463084310557</id><published>2007-10-03T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:05:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>i must relink. some weird things have been going on&gt;&gt;i think i might be mad.i just helped sharon and megan pull fluff and then talked about going to a new church (?) and then bitched about *cough* that person. but francine knows who. and we told her she can tell (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised everyone was having exams later than us (((: jon is mugging TODAAAY. for geog. which i just got back. i shall nto disclose the marks [ after jolyne come after me with a parang] i shall say that ERINA GOT THE HIGHEST [ now jolyne can go after HER with the parang] and joanna is pissed at momoren for getting HALF MARK HIGHER THAN HER. she said the F-word :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the drama that unfolded. maybe not to let our teachers down, onetruth should really try harder.the teachers do have alot of hope for us :(. but it's okay i think no matter what we'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also just realised that we cannot convert the whole class to molesbians. then we won't have people to molest :O that would be scary. and today i helped write down what moira dictated for the MOLESBIANS : THE OFFICIAL GUIDE.  i feel proud of myself. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall go and relink erina and megan. and worry about colleen not doing home econs and getting me killed&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-8054265463084310557?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8054265463084310557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=8054265463084310557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8054265463084310557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/8054265463084310557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-must-relink.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-6184818123771718501</id><published>2007-09-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:06:31.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romeo and juliet ehhs</title><content type='html'>OMG!i just watched romeo and juliet ... sitting with BABY VEE can.biang eh. we went for home econs then we were going back then i ACCIDENTALLY stepped neubronner's shoelace.then miss chan saw and was like VANESSA TIE YOUR SHOELACE.she then &lt;strong&gt;DUMPED &lt;/strong&gt;her (heavy) books on me.then we hurry to the MPR only to watch some porn-ish movie -according to megan since leonardo dicaprio acts in it.lol.then neubronner kept telling me it was the same as in the book and we kept telling everybody else it was romeo and juliet.despite the fact it was modernised and homo-nised. LOLLS. and then we kept commenting on the fact that it was so predictable and that they shouldn't do it in shakespearen english and going WHAT?! at the acute lameness.i predicted correctly.neubronner said she would scream (she did) and i said she would fall into the swimmming pool.which we decided would probably have been a pond in the "actual" thing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sums up the time before ice kachang.i think it's a success.heehee.despite sand up my ass and yorky's pink marker ( +my saliva) on my collar shirt.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go and do home econs and icekachang the folio now.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not pms-ing. fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;MART-AH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-6184818123771718501?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6184818123771718501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=6184818123771718501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6184818123771718501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/6184818123771718501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/omgi-just-watched-romeo-and-juliet.html' title='romeo and juliet ehhs'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2550523577123523453</id><published>2007-09-27T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:07:12.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification posts</title><content type='html'>i'm not angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have the right to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if you felt the way i felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must have felt like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you make your decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will repsect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's you decision anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know that you needn't feel any guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is time to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it'll hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will. i can and i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiness in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there wasn't any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd feel better thinking of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2550523577123523453?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2550523577123523453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2550523577123523453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2550523577123523453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2550523577123523453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-angry.html' title='clarification posts'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5722259987515054030</id><published>2007-09-27T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:07:42.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O X on the trail</title><content type='html'>i have deleted my post about erina dedicating cos miss chan might track us down.i have very nice videos of what 1)a counseling session with X is like and 2)what X would do during monitors' meeting. ((:.courtesy of sharon megan and erina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fail maths.&lt;br /&gt;understatement of the century :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5722259987515054030?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5722259987515054030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5722259987515054030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5722259987515054030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5722259987515054030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-deleted-my-post-about-erina.html' title=':O X on the trail'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5813695914468213378</id><published>2007-09-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:08:01.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh. post lah</title><content type='html'>lol.mel's post was so cute cann.lol.megan's going to BEP concert and she just stuffed it up erina's face that she would be going to get a mroe expensive ticket.ROFLMAO.would want tosee erina's face.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariechong posted something nice(:yay.she says she wants to watch a movie with me again before i leave.we should go to vivo and eat ben n jerry's again.lol.it was nice of her to say that.feels nice to be missed.mel also misses me.that's what she said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&gt;:l  .need to go and mug now.then can find random pics.perhaps i'll repost the pics we took during the hols.lol.the post has disappeared downwards. (((: ilove one tuth.i just thought of it when mariechong wrote about us in her post.i found it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am listening to "jenny" brings back memories of the muttons thingo "that you missed" on 987.lol&gt;&gt;randomness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3marthaMaaMaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5813695914468213378?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5813695914468213378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5813695914468213378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5813695914468213378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5813695914468213378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/lol_23.html' title='eh. post lah'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-683691200424257685</id><published>2007-09-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:08:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOJOJOMOMOJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTk0uFL7XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2EMReai984/s1600-h/jolyne_o%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963071346470258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTk0uFL7XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2EMReai984/s320/jolyne_o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also found this (: lols to jojomojo.she looks cute yet WEETARDED!i love you jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-683691200424257685?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/683691200424257685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=683691200424257685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/683691200424257685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/683691200424257685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/also-found-this-lols-to-jojomojo.html' title='JOJOJOMOMOJO'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTk0uFL7XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2EMReai984/s72-c/jolyne_o%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7246403249603437680</id><published>2007-09-22T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:08:31.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM PIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTkaeFL7WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GBJDjGxo24g/s1600-h/NYPScanzshxzshxz%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112962620374904162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTkaeFL7WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GBJDjGxo24g/s320/NYPScanzshxzshxz%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dug this picture out recently.and even though we had(maybe still have) some disbutes i think we all look HAAAPPY!i was a last minute addition and that's why i look like hillary is strangling me(she was) :Dhappy times are nice memories.must go find more (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7246403249603437680?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7246403249603437680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7246403249603437680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7246403249603437680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7246403249603437680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dug-this-picture-out-recently.html' title='RANDOM PIC'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/RvTkaeFL7WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GBJDjGxo24g/s72-c/NYPScanzshxzshxz%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1640454821537477975</id><published>2007-09-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:08:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN (:</title><content type='html'>finally.i hope you guys find this skin nice.tell me your opinion.i could change the skin back to the cute widdle eggs.but whatever.till i 1)find more time and 2)see a  nice skin;this shall be the skin.like it or not.lol. ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1640454821537477975?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1640454821537477975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1640454821537477975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1640454821537477975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1640454821537477975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='NEW SKIN (:'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-1407631107730448879</id><published>2007-09-22T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:09:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing of skin :D</title><content type='html'>lol.i've decided to change blog skin.lols.yayyay!if i can find one*hmms*i realise my recent posts have been quite happy:O.i'm supposed to be studying.kinda porn-ed CIP,told aunty agnes that i had to study:X.wakax.i just like did the chinese,the second poster is due on friday - FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think that our class is ohkay (generally) about the points.what we are going to do after this,well we will see.i think that ONETRUTH is going to get through this*meaning ____*.oh and i forgot to add that yesterday we had a *****fest with mariechong (lols) about ____.she wants to know more-.- . KAYPOH.whatever.i think people should know why we *ahem* dislike ms chan . yayy!sharon(debate senior) thought i stalked her.whatever loh.i do not.i stay there,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i must go and relink yorky and find a suitable skin. (((:smiles to my darhlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33smarthaMaaMaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-1407631107730448879?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1407631107730448879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=1407631107730448879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1407631107730448879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/1407631107730448879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/lol.html' title='changing of skin :D'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-7811814635447801697</id><published>2007-09-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:10:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNHAPPY posts</title><content type='html'>chan is screwed.ohkay.firstly i'd like to say i don't actually give a **** about our points in the fun game anymore. i can't believe miss chan is that despicable.she knew about the hair thing but i bet she also made sure she only "caught" vanessa cheong when what she did would affect our class greatly.you know what!i'd like to come back to clean the school.it would be an honor.however,i just don't understand miss chan M.O. (modus operadi) she wants to "stand" van. c up to show her that she can make her regret doing that but isn't it putting her oh-so precious face at risk if we lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was the one who told the teacher to deduct points lorh.then she told us with that smirk that she was "very sad too".i felt like slapping her.luckily i didn't look at her though...and we took some crap picture today and she put on this fugly shade of lipstick that was the color of her pimple.it's true. go take a look&gt;&gt;at the pimple i mean.i really don't mind losing you know.i'd rather have us lose and show our love for the school than win despite a bad first impression and "betrayal" form oh-so-dear chan.i will go along with the class' decision cos i think that instead of tearing the class apart(perhaps the reason for this "war")we  should try and make this pull our class together! i looove one truth.was listening to borabora and thought of the dikir barat competition coming up. we will go there and HAVE FUUN!FUN!yay!and fyi. even megan hates chan (((:i will not lower myself to her despicable level.so&gt;&gt;i shall go study history and geography.lol.and the suspense with the one about who jolyne wrote about was cos you might think of 1)seth or 2)yeo.soso.like that.on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33smartha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-7811814635447801697?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7811814635447801697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=7811814635447801697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7811814635447801697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/7811814635447801697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/chan-is-screwed.html' title='UNHAPPY posts'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-923877077022657369</id><published>2007-09-20T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:10:32.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my next post.my asshole-ish computer has decided that the wireless is fucked up.yay-.-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway today during music we did CPR on yorky!she couldn’t stop laaughing and being ticklish though.this was taught by dino.then we threw the frisbee around.then we walked back(late due to people wanting to practice the guitar and wanting to sing at the beginning).ran to the canteen and chiong-ed for nasi briyani.after which joanna would not stop complaining about the VERY spicy cucumber thing being there and sharon realised that “the chicken is very nice, you know.malay food is very nice”  “it’s really very nice” again and again till we gave her many looks.went back to the library for sihan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and fyi i’m going to fail BOTH the chinese reveiw paper and the the sihan.i hate myself lahhs.and then still got elit*faints*and english.me so dead. (((:last time you see a smiley.and then after piano while i was doing the values thing(which turned out sucky again)erina called me and sang various tunes to me for 15whole minutes before deciding shse would use...the one she began with.nearly killed her but you can’t kill the phone.all you kill is the phone,completely ineffective.and now i’m feeling fucked up cos tomorrow there’s home econs and i don’t know if ah hoon bought the file for me and also because tomorrow we’re getting the cheenase reveiw paper back.and then TODAY i can’t send neubronner the CME ppt. Script cos...my computer is screwed.i repeat.and thus i am typing out my blog post on microsoft word so i can then  copy it ALL and then paste it on blogger IF THE *****ING WLAN GETS ****ING CONNECTED QUICKLY &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smilesmile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33smarthamaamaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-923877077022657369?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/923877077022657369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=923877077022657369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/923877077022657369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/923877077022657369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/pissed-off-post.html' title='PISSED OFF post'/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-2969117937328104391</id><published>2007-09-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:44:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my next post.my asshole-ish computer has decided that the wireless is fucked up.yay-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today during music we did CPR on yorky!she couldn’t stop laaughing and being ticklish though.this was taught by dino.then we threw the frisbee around.then we walked back(late due to people wanting to practice the guitar and wanting to sing at the beginning).ran to the canteen and chiong-ed for nasi briyani.after which joanna would not stop complaining about the VERY spicy cucumber thing being there and sharon realised that “the chicken is very nice, you know.malay food is very nice”  “it’s really very nice” again and again till we gave her many looks.went back to the library for sihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and fyi i’m going to fail BOTH the chinese reveiw paper and the the sihan.i hate myself lahhs.and then still got elit*faints*and english.me so dead. (((:last time you see a smiley.and then after piano while i was doing the values thing(which turned out sucky again)erina called me and sang various tunes to me for 15whole minutes before deciding shse would use...the one she began with.nearly killed her but you can’t kill the phone.all you kill is the phone,completely ineffective.and now i’m feeling fucked up cos tomorrow there’s home econs and i don’t know if ah hoon bought the file for me and also because tomorrow we’re getting the cheenase reveiw paper back.and then TODAY i can’t send neubronner the CME ppt. Script cos...my computer is screwed.i repeat.and thus i am typing out my blog post on microsoft word so i can then  copy it ALL and then paste it on blogger IF THE *****ING WLAN GETS ****ING CONNECTED QUICKLY &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smilesmile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33smarthaMaaMaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-2969117937328104391?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2969117937328104391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=2969117937328104391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2969117937328104391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/2969117937328104391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-next-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37442954.post-5073992487719388721</id><published>2007-09-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:22:43.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think a picture is due.as in like we HAVE to all meet during the hols,perhaps on watch day before the movie(which erina insists it should be the nanny's diaries)and before the watches.damn.yorky,megan,sharon,joanna,erina and christine please do not buy me something VERY expensive kayys?don't like spend to much eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on watch day i plan to buy each of you a black notebook,write a note,paste our picture and give it to you all.heehee.so by next next week i have to have 24 dollars saved:seven a week. :O .and then i will have to pay for some of my ipod(which i hopefully will get) and save up some to spend on watch day.(need to eat one neh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we enjoy ourselves and the night safari cum sunrise watching trip we have planned for ...... soon.lol.and today we wrote about our favourite teacher in english (exactly.) and guess who jolyne wrote about.waakaax!......miss lee.LOL.i like doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37442954-5073992487719388721?l=standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5073992487719388721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37442954&amp;postID=5073992487719388721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5073992487719388721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37442954/posts/default/5073992487719388721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standingintherainwaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-picture-is-due.html' title=''/><author><name>MARTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
