<?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-27740037</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:37:20.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wiredin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-6894700585000583498</id><published>2007-05-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:32:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this blog open.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably move back one day. &lt;br /&gt;Moving back to my OLD blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pukd.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-6894700585000583498?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/6894700585000583498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=6894700585000583498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6894700585000583498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6894700585000583498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/05/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-6456728391864025364</id><published>2007-05-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:40:03.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do people actually read this?&lt;br /&gt;are you reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are.&lt;br /&gt;say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-6456728391864025364?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/6456728391864025364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=6456728391864025364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6456728391864025364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6456728391864025364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-people-actually-read-this-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-9100998139420138697</id><published>2007-05-08T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:39:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im relieved that this term is almost over. its been a stressful term, i feel. too much has happened in too short a time and the feeling of everything crammed together makes time feel claustrophobic. been weaving through spates of downfalls first came the ilnesses the ankle and then the illness again and through all these was the ups and downs of nationals, of the bitter taste of disappointment, sadness and of course those happy emotions i dont say.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much of what i write is real.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;test results have come back. chemistry was disappointing. i wanted better. i haven't gotten biology back yet. but i think im statisfied. math was a big failure. i felt terrible after that. history was good. i guess i can only blame myself sometimes. i know i can do far better. i know i am capable of much more. but after sec3. ive changed. im lost my focus or drive. or maybe, i havent. i've just refocused it somewhere else. i do believe i can get better than what i get, i do believe that i am far more capable. its just that well, even though im not doing badly. i simply study far less than what everyone does. makes me feel ike abum. because i know with a little more effort i could ace again. somethings are effortless. its a pity not everything is.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-9100998139420138697?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/9100998139420138697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=9100998139420138697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/9100998139420138697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/9100998139420138697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-relieved-that-this-term-is-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-31606241643775774</id><published>2007-05-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:46:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exhaustion is a drug,&lt;br /&gt;seeps into your bones&lt;br /&gt;clings.&lt;br /&gt;then comes the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;lines the facade you live.&lt;br /&gt;clinging.&lt;br /&gt;until everything falls &lt;br /&gt;piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;clung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very tired. one day full of maths with very little rest will do that to you. one day of hell because of two days of procrastination. ITS STILL WORTH IT. oh well. math, the bane of my existence, the origin of my ode to sorrow. how i abhor thee! (: but embrace thee i shalt, for the sake of my A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i'm still very tired)&lt;br /&gt;i need/want/will sleep. soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note, i played pretty well during league yesterday against New Pioneer, UCSC won 3-1 :) yay! i hope we can get champions. like really badly. i won lizzie, 3-1. FINALLY. a win is always sweeter after a loss. i odn't think its because i improved in the 1 and a half months since i last played her. if anything, i should've deproved, looking at my sucky training schedule- non-existent- i think its because i just feel calmer, more at peace with myself, maybe steadier mentally? and i always feel like im getting to know the game better, or FINALLY beginning to get to know the game. zeslene had a close fight lost 3-2 but it was REALLY close. everyone played pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its worth the muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bed i shall descend!&lt;br /&gt;bonne nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-31606241643775774?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/31606241643775774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=31606241643775774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/31606241643775774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/31606241643775774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/05/exhaustion-is-drug-seeps-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-1352159566463437280</id><published>2007-04-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:47:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isnt it strange how things change. &lt;br /&gt;things you expect to be constants in your life or with you for damn long suddenly slip away and you try to catch it but it flows like water through your clenched fist away from your grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading a blog just now and it just made me feel utterly sad, completely destroyed my sunday afternoon. isnt it strange how promises are so readily broken when they're meant to be forever, and relationships once broken are really forever. isn't it ironic that what should be good and true never lasts and what shouldnt do? these few days, talking to people and reminiscing about things that once was and now isnt made me feel more vulnerable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life isnt really all that long and you never know what happens the next day, that everything is fragile and breaks when theres a slight crack, that somethings in life just cant be solved that relationships are intangible but they can shatter, that promises are farces, that forever means never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt an angsty post. i dont feel angsty now, just sort of morose and sad. because life really is too short to bitch and angst and hate; so i firmly do not believe in it, but well, i guess, at this point in time, i just feel SAD thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if you know you're the catalyst?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really nothing but threads- that twist and turn and knot but eventually break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-1352159566463437280?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/1352159566463437280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=1352159566463437280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/1352159566463437280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/1352159566463437280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/isnt-it-strange-how-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-8013114656300810075</id><published>2007-04-23T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:55:07.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i sprained my bloody ankle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that means i cant run 2.4km on wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;gah to pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-8013114656300810075?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/8013114656300810075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=8013114656300810075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8013114656300810075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8013114656300810075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-sprained-my-bloody-ankle-i-guess-that.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-3670501816591516118</id><published>2007-04-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:39:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling pretty happy at this moment, surprising taking into account my impending history test that currently looms about every moment of slacking i indulge in as a constant and very irritating reminder. and also taking account the fact that IM NOT PREPARED FOR IT YET. but i am suddenly overwhelmed by this permeating sense of optimism so i feel good about it(: and im sure i'll do fine. im really feeling good today! i guess its because i finally found my NYAA bookletS which were until previously, completely MIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent hours looking for them and i finally did, along with a whole chunk of memorabilia that i unearthed in the deep reccesses of my cupboard including my secondary one work. and surprise surprise. when i dug through the mess the cupboardunderthewindows (just like harry potter, except mine is under the window not the stairs!) i found stuff like SWEETS. gasp. from goodness knows when. suffice to say i threw it away. and the sense of RELIEF i felt when i found the books. gosh. i had already conjured up images of me writing letters to the school to request that i'd be allowed to graduate despite neglecting to complete NYAA which is supposedly mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did the fleeting seconds the weekend was fly past? &lt;br /&gt;i actually had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true to my name, i slacked. watched a movie on friday with alicia, Fracture, starring Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling. I have concluded that Anthony Hopkins is a FABULOUS psychopath seriously. no one can act a murderer better than he. the cool, crisp way he speaks and how his eyes just looks. marvellous. but this movie wasnt as freaky and dear old Hopkins was nowhere as insane as he was as Hannibal Lector. Ryan Gosling. he can act. he acted very well. not your typical goodlooking Hollywood actor but decent. the movie was not bad. but sort of draggy, and the ending was quite anticlimax. but it was fun watching with alicia and taking a break from the tedium of studying. the movie started at 935, got home past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me happy to know that my parents are really marvellous(: i mean how many singaporeans would allow their children to go to orchard for a late night movie until past midnight alone, with only a 1hr prior notice? MY MOM(: i love my mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RisrqWd5fnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PsxfmMDzdY8/s1600-h/aliciaandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RisrqWd5fnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PsxfmMDzdY8/s200/aliciaandme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056183013238996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture we took in front of a poster of spongebob at cine. yeah. we're wearing the same shirt -.- we bought it together from topshop. and we both wore it on the same day-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;other than that, which was the best part of the weekend, i spent most of my time studying a little. reading. reading. looking for NYAA book. sleeping LESS than i do on weekdays:/and i shall start a new week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the next weekend(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-3670501816591516118?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/3670501816591516118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=3670501816591516118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3670501816591516118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3670501816591516118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-feeling-pretty-happy-at-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_BRy8rnzuyus/RisrqWd5fnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PsxfmMDzdY8/s72-c/aliciaandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-3367795187220872725</id><published>2007-04-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:39:24.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHANTOM OF THE OPERA.&lt;br /&gt;even though i went last week, i wanted to post this since then but never got around to doing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and alicia went alone to watch it. after church (sunday 2pm was our show) we went for lunch at newyorknewyork, citylink mall(: to be honest, i dont even understand myself sometimes. haha. the food was okay. the decoration of the restaurant was funky. and me and alicia had tons of stupid fun doing stupid stuff. &lt;br /&gt;phantom was &lt;3. the music was really really GOOD and our seats were really good. first floor sort of center. and it just made me very nostalgic because well, i grew up listening to phantom of the opera songs and hearing it for the first time live with all the right acostics and environment and stuff made me feel this indescribable happiness. it made me wanna cry(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI4md5fhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APNmZyV4Np0/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI4md5fhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APNmZyV4Np0/s200/pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055722562680094226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI42d5fiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/enTGjQjd1pw/s1600-h/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI42d5fiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/enTGjQjd1pw/s200/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055722566975061538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5Gd5fjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vnzu4UbFmOY/s1600-h/bananasplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5Gd5fjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vnzu4UbFmOY/s200/bananasplit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055722571270028850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5Wd5fkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pq68JIXGaZE/s1600-h/EH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5Wd5fkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pq68JIXGaZE/s200/EH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055722575564996162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5md5flI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zdPXvvADMu8/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI5md5flI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zdPXvvADMu8/s200/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055722579859963474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimLD2d5fmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o7dks9EV_g4/s1600-h/adeleandalicia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimLD2d5fmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o7dks9EV_g4/s200/adeleandalicia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055724954976878178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-3367795187220872725?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/3367795187220872725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=3367795187220872725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3367795187220872725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3367795187220872725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_BRy8rnzuyus/RimI4md5fhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APNmZyV4Np0/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-4449885772252083954</id><published>2007-04-18T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:00:16.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooray for the demise of chemistry test!&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad its over. no more mugging. and mugging. and mugging. and i really need to catch up on sleep. the past two nighs i spent wallowing in chemistry and i'm sick of sleeping late. i am TIRED. so im glad that it ended today and although next week will be worse. at least i can take a break first(: i don't know how i did. didn't really study as much as i would have liked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played ruth on monday for league. UCSC won Combined Schools. YAY! 3-1. Zeslene lost to Ruiling, close fight. I won Ruth 3-0. Which makes me feel happy. I'm feeling happy about my squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy today(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-4449885772252083954?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/4449885772252083954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=4449885772252083954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4449885772252083954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4449885772252083954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/hooray-for-demise-of-chemistry-test-im.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-5302202943569641856</id><published>2007-04-15T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:34:43.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm wallowing in my boredom. i think of all the things to feel on a sunday mornng, boredom sucks seriously. its worse than being too damn busy. being too damn free sucks like hell too, especially when you know that you're not supposed to be free, you have a ton of work to do but you just can't get your lazy ass off to do it. that'll be me, ladies and gentleman. please give some applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aside from that gnawing feeling, i realised i was screwed when after surfing mindlessly through the net i actually considered playing neopets and i tried to sign in and i realised i forgot my password. when one reaches the stage in which one has resorted to franternising with mindless, childhood games- that is the ulimate sign or boredom. bring out the chemistry textbook someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house has descended into a blissful sort of silence that comes about only on sunday mornings. my parents are marketing. my brother somewhere. my sister sleeping. only me. bored. and aunty(the maid) washing the toilet. so aside from the steady tap on the keyboard;yes i type well, thank you very much, and the sound of water gushing into the toiletbowl there's nothing much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going out with alicia later to shop along orchard before going somewhere nice but expensive for lunch, paid from our own budgets (sister bonding) and then off to phantom. i honestly can't wait. and i thank God everyday, and this is not sarcastic, that my parents are who they am, that i can be born in the lap of luxury- or at least close to the ultimate anyway, and that my parents can afford to buy me ridiculously expensive musical tickets at $180 per seat. so i really have to thank God because i am so darn fortunate and i know that i should be doing something about it. like volunteering my services to greenpeace or whatever organisation and give back to society. and i hope i get around to doing all those wonderful idealistic and noble dreams but i guess its sad because right now i feel as inspired as a lump of rock and i'm just sitting before the computer typing a load of rubbish onto a blog im not sure anyone actually reads. so much for giving back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that im not ungrateful, of course. &lt;br /&gt;i do love my parents to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more positive and less somber/depressive/ note, (i shall stop ranting) i'm going to watch King Lear. Yes all you jealous Shakespeare/Ian Mckellen (?) fans! die in your jealousy! we booked tickets yesterday online, and i'm going to watch dear old ian bear his rump. and suffer the onslaught of verses with iambic paremters. i swear, language arts is getting to me. and i promise to read King Lear before i watch the play; more from fear that i don't understand a thing on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling pretty damnweird today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-5302202943569641856?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/5302202943569641856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=5302202943569641856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5302202943569641856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5302202943569641856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-wallowing-in-my-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-4895810829286594608</id><published>2007-04-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:00:04.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AN ODE TO MY SORE THROAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick&lt;br /&gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot go to school today,"&lt;br /&gt;Said little Peggy Ann McKay,&lt;br /&gt;"I have the measles and the mumps,&lt;br /&gt;A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going blind in my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;My tonsils are as big as rocks,&lt;br /&gt;I've counted sixteen chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more--that's seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;And don't you think my face looks green?&lt;br /&gt;My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--&lt;br /&gt;It might be instamatic flu.&lt;br /&gt;I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that my left leg is broke--&lt;br /&gt;My hip hurts when I move my chin,&lt;br /&gt;My belly button's caving in,&lt;br /&gt;My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,&lt;br /&gt;My 'pendix pains each time it rains.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is cold, my toes are numb,&lt;br /&gt;I have a sliver in my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,&lt;br /&gt;I hardly whisper when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is filling up my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;I think my hair is falling out.&lt;br /&gt;My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,&lt;br /&gt;My temperature is one-o-eight.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,&lt;br /&gt;There is a hole inside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?&lt;br /&gt;What's that? What's that you say?&lt;br /&gt;You say today is---Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;G'bye, I'm going out to play!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-4895810829286594608?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/4895810829286594608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=4895810829286594608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4895810829286594608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4895810829286594608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/ode-to-my-sore-throat-sick-by-shel.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-4923585136118290030</id><published>2007-04-06T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:07:01.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has a strange sound to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR GIVING ME A GREAT BIRTHDAY(:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, despite me spending more time flipping satays than playing, and that massive loss of voice sore throat i am still nursing, the party was great, though i won't repeat it again i feel. for my 17th, i'm just gonna invite a few people for dinner. something small((: haha but that's one year too early so... anyway... shoutouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia;for the adidas yellow bag(: thank you LOTS and I LOVE YOU. looks like you really know me damn well...&lt;br /&gt;noelle;milan kunundera, haha i'm glad it was short stories i felt like reading some short prose recently(:&lt;br /&gt;cheronne;the book you gave me sounds wicked!&lt;br /&gt;amandas;red rose? hahah i do read comics, first time reading a graphic novel but it looks good(:&lt;br /&gt;lishianyinazhuoxuan;thanks for the shirt with the red fuzzball thing!(: i love the gold wrapper it came with haha!&lt;br /&gt;muisuan;your hamburger cup was WET when i opened it(: &lt;br /&gt;zhiying;you gave me a dustbin. IS THAT A HINT OR WHAT(: hahha&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;huiwei;the forkandspoon thing was darn cute!!(: &lt;br /&gt;dernieserebecca;ohman i'm sorry i couldn't tell it was the dog biscuit thing but IT TASTES GOOD LAH(:&lt;br /&gt;classmates;the elephant shirt-yuqincaljiawen, you guys really did buy me something like a stuffed elephant! HAHA! and thanks for the books too, the poetry book, the comic and the book on english goofs, MUAH.&lt;br /&gt;brendawoonlue;oh man. spongebob balloon. its still hanging in my room lah! x) &lt;br /&gt;chenxi;your lucky stars have class man, they're the nicest ones i've seen ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who came to the party:&lt;br /&gt;amandas,yina,lishian,cheronne,noelle,muisuan,huiwei,zhiying,brenda,&lt;br /&gt;chenxi,woonlue,jiawen,rebecca,derniese,yuqin,cal,chaiping,hanchih,liwen(: THANK YOU FOR COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all these other people:&lt;br /&gt;kewei,zhuoxuan,zixuan,yanliang,linghan,jan,aileen,liann,timothy,natalie-ohman i cant remember the rest(: THANKYOU FOR YOUR SMESandPRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course to:&lt;br /&gt;mom,dad,joel,aunty for the party and its success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to God for giving me such a lovely family and great friends and a fabulous life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[but they've already fallen]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-4923585136118290030?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/4923585136118290030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=4923585136118290030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4923585136118290030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/4923585136118290030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-16.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-7680246764602100729</id><published>2007-04-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:13:50.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i turn 16 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;its bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and they all come falling down]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-7680246764602100729?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/7680246764602100729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=7680246764602100729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7680246764602100729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7680246764602100729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-turn-16-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-2238409546302545460</id><published>2007-04-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:46:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing on form these two days, yesterday and today, and i'm confident, i feel good about myself and i have lots of hope(: played really well today too, 5 sets against chenxi, two sets against shiyuan and alicia, and before that, 6 games of doubles and 20mins of kings. i LASTED. someone should give me an award(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is really the big day! and i believe in all of us, i believe in nysquash. talking to chenxi today for damn long really made me realise how much i depend on you guys and how you guys have been great(: not only because you guys keep constantly forgiving me for being such a crappy captain, but also for being there all the time. i don't really know how to put this into words. how do you put 4 years of friendship and sweat into mere black letters on a computer screen? the truth is you can't. and i dont know how to say it. except that thank you everyone for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for chenxi, for always believing in me, for knowing me better than i know myself, for training with me all this while since secondary one, my faithful training parter and doubles partner, for the encouragement, for not giving up, for the passion, for the tears, for that 16-15 match, for the promise in secondary one, for being there. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for woonlue, for six years of friendship, for always cracking me up, for the lame jokes, for being the neutral party in our team, for always lending a listening ear and those hours gossiping, for being a SPONGE(: for being my lespartner, for loosening all of us, for being you, for the tyoconess, for the belief, the optimism and the confidence. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for brenda, for the english songs that no one else but two of us know how to sing, for those times we talked on the phone and outside, for the serious conversation, for the lameness and knowking me on my head and laughing at me, for the moments together and the times in understanding, for being reasonble and optimistic and trusting ourselves when no one else did. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thank you's will come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lets make this my best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;GO NYSQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-2238409546302545460?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/2238409546302545460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=2238409546302545460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2238409546302545460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2238409546302545460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-5574810355623340011</id><published>2007-03-31T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:34:52.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am three quarters way through 100 posts. go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this week has been mad, really. a whirlwind of activity and rush and bustle and madness and its over so damn fast. 2007 seems to be going faster than 2006. maybe life goes faster as you get older; seems to be a trend these few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for next week. there are so many things to look forward to. looking forward to my matches on monday, ffm and league, nervously excited for wednesday against rgs, and overriding all these is of course THURSDAY(: gosh i cant wait to turn 16. though it seems strange somehow. 16 sounds old. its a sure sign childhood is over and whats ahead is the looming threat of adulthood- gasp! yet i cant really imagine myself as a 16 year old. do i look 16? do i feel 16? makes me wonder how i'll feel like when im 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to 16.&lt;br /&gt;in anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-5574810355623340011?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/5574810355623340011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=5574810355623340011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5574810355623340011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5574810355623340011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-three-quarters-way-through-100.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-989427792256400708</id><published>2007-03-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:49:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is testing us. going so close, the taste of success on the lips, that sort of bloodpumping zeal and hope we got when we saw the lineup, and whatever that four years has meant to all of us. i don't really know how to describe it, getting the lineup sheet and seeing the names, and feeling so bloody ecstatic at that moment because you know, you know that your team can win, that the lineup favours you, that you actually have a chance. and starting the matches. you're on a high the adrenaline rushes you see it before you, you rise, rise, rise and then you fall, because the unexpected occurs and no amount of screaming, cheering and oil can make a difference to it. you sink to a low. it sucks, really, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing dreams vaporise like that in the air and hopes being stumped, it makes you wonder why people dream and dare to hope because in so many cases it just doesnt happen, thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the case is, we dont blame anyone, we're a team, we win as a team, we lose as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say, i may have been the suckiest captain ever, but thankyou for giving me a chance, for always believing in me, for supporting me, for being there, for the love, tears, sweat, friendship (God knows i've had all of those, especially the tears after the losses and plenty of friendship and love too and sweat gosh who can deny that, we stink after training) but thank you for those memories we shared, for the bonds, for making nanyang memorable for me, for changing my life through squash, for the passion and for all that we've shared. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt matter what happened, because we'll look ahead, strive on, and next week will be better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to turn 16(= few days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-989427792256400708?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/989427792256400708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=989427792256400708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/989427792256400708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/989427792256400708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-is-testing-us.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-2728872465067847371</id><published>2007-03-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:24:30.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like i am drifting being blown with the wind. days pass in a whirl of activity and more activity and there's not much time for me to root myself to the ground to take a breather and im just floating past the minutes.&lt;br /&gt;its making me sick;(which i already am) and its making me tired. &lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-2728872465067847371?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/2728872465067847371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=2728872465067847371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2728872465067847371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2728872465067847371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-i-am-drifting-being-blown.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-9150248757553040827</id><published>2007-03-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:01:04.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm long overdue for a lenghty post. something DEEP AND INSIGHTFUL that will save my blog from being useless, dead and superficial. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long week. GRACES camp, and then straight into masonry. don't know what to say. i'm really lucky to be seeded 4th, thats for sure, and i really wanna make it to the semis. my journey so far has been pretty smooth. Played with Yiling first, had a crappy first few sets, couldn't concentrate in the first set, in the second set, after like 1 point, my strings broke, borrowed brenda's racket which i realise i dislike (its too bouncy) and my game just dropped after that, won- barely- third set, borrowed huiying's racket and FINALLY played properly. second game was with dawn chik. dawn's pretty decent considering she more or less stopped training seriously..? or so i heard. first two sets was fine, stoned in the last set, and only until 8-2 then i woke up and chased back 10-8. --&gt; SEEMS TO BE A HABIT THESE DAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing zeslene tomorrow. i'm freaking scared. &lt;br /&gt;i really wanna make the semis. be ON FORM tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working during masonry, well, nothing much to say actually. it's been roughly the same, like it is this year, except andrew does the outside work now with sharanbir and not james. we basically laugh and joke around and slack like mad. pretty okay, once you know the ropes and sharanbir's weird idiosyncracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nationals next week. sort of bittersweet. i really cant wait for it to be over. somehow i always feel myself letting go of squash and slipping downhill before nationals, and after nationals that's when i find myself improving. isn't that a bit odd. really cant wait for it to be over i really need to compeletely revamp my strokes- only possiblewith some time. bitter because well, last nationals with brenda, chenxi, woonlue, with everyone still contemplating squash as a future CCA and no concrete decisions, the future is still uncertain and who knows maybe this year will be our last together and i really wanna make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but step by step.TOMORROW FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;the rest will come later.&lt;br /&gt;go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-9150248757553040827?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/9150248757553040827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=9150248757553040827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/9150248757553040827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/9150248757553040827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-long-overdue-for-lenghty-post.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-3923437430039776090</id><published>2007-03-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:28:56.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graces Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super late since camp ended two days ago but i was too lazy to blog about it and when i did finally want to blog i had to leave the house-.- what a pain. so to summarise- the camp itself was not as exciting as i had expected it to be, and the fun part of the whole camp was becaues of the people and not really the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roomed with derniese, rebecca and liwen. our room was a bloody nightmare! it was so filthy on the last day i was so damn glad the camp was only 3 days because if not, we would have to clean up COMPLETELY. we had like the messiest room among all the rooms i visited0.0 it was great rooming with friends lah. lost lots of money gambling in blackjack to HUIQI who sneaked into our room on the last night! DIE HUIQI DIE. )): it was great, der and becca sneaking out, staying up really late, and even the sleep-only-two-hours bit&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight was of course the formal dinner lah! my polkadotted minnie-mouse dress didnt look too bad[= (from blum) and everyone looked great sort of weird to see everyone dressed up my make-up was completely not self–applied had help from der for mascara and becca for eyeshadow. hahaha. and the pictures, the dancing, prancing on the stage like an idiot. the class dance.&lt;br /&gt;those were great&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;graces camp was fun. IN ALL.&lt;br /&gt;AND I PROMISE TO UPLOAD PICTURES SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-3923437430039776090?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/3923437430039776090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=3923437430039776090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3923437430039776090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3923437430039776090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/graces-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-7962306713600409022</id><published>2007-03-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:26:26.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>70th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from vivo with becca, wen, mel, huiqi and yuqin. my legs are aching. it's been along and tiring day. school, home, dentist (my teeth are CLEAN) squash and then vivo. it was quite fun lah not very productive because icouldn't find a nice cheap black clutch. but wen bought her shoes and her clutch and mel bought a clutch. and we ate at carls jnr. and it was just fun talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for next week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-7962306713600409022?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/7962306713600409022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=7962306713600409022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7962306713600409022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7962306713600409022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/03/70th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-2949741804114459315</id><published>2007-02-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:40:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;investiture is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in sync 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad its over. its being a long and difficult journey to the stage but at least we got there, despite the very very VERY bumpy road and all the sweat and tears. this must be the most eventful flop council's ever been through, its good that the actual event was alot better than expected and turned out passable despite the abysmal rehearsal on thursday. i guess we could have done alot better in our execution and alot of things propped out that SHOULDNT HAVE. but despite all that, we pulled through and im proud of that, despite all the hicups that council really has to DESPERATELy sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go council.&lt;br /&gt;insync07&lt;br /&gt;batch07&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-2949741804114459315?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/2949741804114459315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=2949741804114459315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2949741804114459315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/2949741804114459315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/02/investiture-is-over-in-sync-2007-im.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-7962179706031366057</id><published>2007-02-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:38:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's started. day one came and ended): what a nightmare. i wish it were holiday all over again. i can't wait for graces camp. (rooming with becca, der and liwen) or march holidays! or actually, nationals to a limited extent. BUT WHAT I REALLY CANNOT WAIT FOR IS FOR INVESTITURE TO BE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;(it's rather sad to know that this is the last investiture i'll have as a NY councillor and with my batchmates and its reather sad again to know about all the flops and downs that has mostly been; and i wish we could've done better and faster but really. i cant wait for it all to be over so i can concentrate on my life)&lt;br /&gt;stresstresstress. im just darn afraid. afraid that the singing is offtune. that the council dance screws up. that we make mistakes. that i dont remember stuff. that it turns out to be a flopflopflop. that the seniors wont like it. that we disappoint people.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mrs wong. i guess what you told me today really opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou council. we can do it(= last few days, lets ping and pong to success...hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-7962179706031366057?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/7962179706031366057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=7962179706031366057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7962179706031366057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7962179706031366057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/02/schools-started.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-7977078846459924763</id><published>2007-02-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:03:43.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having such a blah day. it's just been blahblahblah. my father being plain unreasonable yesterday and today being such a blah day. don't get me wrong i normally do love chinese new year its one of my favourite festivals actually but this year, i dont know just don't really enjoy this year as much as i did previously. meeting my relatives was okay. the same vigour and rucuous gathering that is inevitable when families come together, especially since my uncle is back from london this year. must be the first chinese new year i remember spent with his presence in a long time. but honestly speaking, such family life is just a farce and desperate attempts to relive history and pretend that everyone has not drifted apart and that everything is fine, when it isnt. i honestly dont want it to be like this when i reach adulthood. hopefully my family gatherings will be held more frequently and genuinely. not that i am overwriting the importance of chinese new year or anything and i honestly believe that blood runs thicker than water and ultimately its blood that will keep you together when things go wrong, but its sort of painfully saddening to see such gatherings happening. its a broken reflection of what a world i'm-we're- living in today. traditions and past culture just slowly dwindling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to school tomorrow to practice for batch and council item. rather depressing again to spend chinese new year holidays as such but i'm not complaining. we need the practice and i'll honestly willingly give it up if it means that we can put up a great show on friday. alot of things depend on it. council's been a journey and invest is like a pitstop. the batch's been there for me through everything through those difficult times both during council term and during council camp when ijust felt like giving up and for that i would willingly come back on the third day of chinese new year for council.&lt;br /&gt;GOBATCH07. GO COUNCIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-7977078846459924763?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/7977078846459924763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=7977078846459924763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7977078846459924763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/7977078846459924763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-having-such-blah-day.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-8153095748930956598</id><published>2007-02-18T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:44:50.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new blogskin to welcome a new year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year just doesn't feel the same. it's quite hard to imagine that usually i look forward to chinese new year like hell because of the clothes and the food and the money but this year it sort of falls flat. don't know why. maybe it's called growing up- the time when the novelty of it all just dies away)): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great saturday and friday. stayed at home yesterday watcing tv which is good because i need a break from everything; friday, went out with yuqin, becca, jiawen, liwen, derniese to watch just follow law (the jack neo movie, it was okayokay) and had lunch. went shopping wtih jiawen. i felt like dying after that! met alot ALOT of my ex-classmates. i think i saw nearly half the guys in my class in primary 6. saw an ex-neighbour, an ex-school mate, all sorts of people, whao, it was quite freaky actually. it's like, post CNY celebrations is a recollection of past memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll blog later again. i'm going to shower. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ta, and happy chinese new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-8153095748930956598?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/8153095748930956598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=8153095748930956598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8153095748930956598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8153095748930956598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blogskin-to-welcome-new-year-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-5975405346719915795</id><published>2007-02-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:29:48.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adele feels inspired to train hard.&lt;br /&gt;i was losing my passion for squash recently. not passion exactly, i still love squash and all that, but i was losing my passion to train hard. now i've gotten it back and i feel like going to a squash court now, ANY court and just whacking the hell out of the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great training on thursday and it really motivated me. for awhile i really lost all confidence in myself, the past month has been hell and i seriously felt like i was dropping and i wasn't improving at all, stagnating, going downwards... but thursday's training revived back my spirits so i feel great now[= i'm really motivated to train harder for nationals- the last nationals in NY SQUASH. we've really gotta perform- I've really gotta perform. thanks to ruiling too, who although she doesn't know it, really inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traintraintrain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-5975405346719915795?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/5975405346719915795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=5975405346719915795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5975405346719915795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5975405346719915795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/02/adele-feels-inspired-to-train-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-225049024317456713</id><published>2007-01-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:40:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the decrepit mess that is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped blogging for a while? Just didn't feel like typing. With a diary there's always some obligation to WRITE it. My personal belief is that if you don't continue writing in it, you'll just waste a perfectly good notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reason why I prefer blogging. You can stop updating without the guilt factor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been okay so far. Stress. Homework. SIAs. The usuals. Nothing new that life brings; everything I'm going through now is a repeat of last year's mundane with added layers. Like. MORE stress. MORE homework. MORE project work. Aside from that, if I can toil past the tedium, life is going fine. Sec 4 is just a lot more than I expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in Nanyang. I can't believe it. As cliche as it sounds, time really does fly. Even when you're not having fun. Haha. I'm 16 this year. Seriously man. I don't FEEL sixteen. I don't even look sixteen. My sister consistently reminds me of my maturity- or lack of it- and my apparent un-sixteen-ness. I can't imagine being in JC next year. JC sounds old. Heck, 16 sounds old. ANd leaving Nanyang. I don't know. I love Nanyang, honestly, which is why I'm slaving my life away as a Councillor. And I love the people there. But I guess it feels good to start a new chapter? Not having to sing the same old school song again? And DIE white skirt. DIE. But I'll miss loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lest anyone wallows in some idealistic dream of eternal friendship- the truth is, most friendships don't last. After we split up, how many friends I have now will still be my friend next year? Friend- not acquintances. How many friends I have now are true friends that will last forever that I will invite to my wedding (HAHA I plan on getting married!!!) or meet up many years later? Or play mahjong when we're all fat, contented tai-tais? I don't know. Makes you wonder. Everything is short-lived. Life is short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better treasure whatever I can now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-225049024317456713?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/225049024317456713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=225049024317456713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/225049024317456713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/225049024317456713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-decrepit-mess-that-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-264817326856700707</id><published>2007-01-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:57:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sec4 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much homework i feel like im choking under a constantly present pile of unfinished commitments. homeworksquashcouncilex-arenalife. it's a mess. i'm still struggling through though. my work ethic has improved tengazillion times from last year. i hope it lasts through 07. i believe in myself, i'm not a pessemist with low or no selfesteem. i know i can do it man. faith&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-264817326856700707?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/264817326856700707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=264817326856700707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/264817326856700707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/264817326856700707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/01/sec4-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-6822743523766482285</id><published>2007-01-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:55:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;the first week of school has been a nightmare, seriously. there's just so much things to do and training hasn't even started. i feel like i'm being stretched too thin with squash non-training related work, council plus my own studies as well. and piano omg. i'm taking grade 8 this year and i CANNOT FAIL. i don't even have time to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. these few days have really stressed me out and school hasn't even started. i'm loaded with things to do already and the work's only gonna get tougher. i really want to make it into HC's humans programme. and i know what i need. and i believe that i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-6822743523766482285?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/6822743523766482285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=6822743523766482285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6822743523766482285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6822743523766482285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-6608997824710365668</id><published>2007-01-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:28:05.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a great couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out that day with the squashers again, me brenda zixuan woonlue kaixian nat. they came over to my house and we stoned for damn long-.- after zixuan and brenda sprayed some funny soap snow thing on ALL of us and being the first person they sprayed on, i suffered the most. hahah, it was all fun though. and then we just stoned in the room with woonlue making us laugh[= I LOVE WOONLUE. we went to play pool after that and dinner at sakae sushi. yepp. it was pretty okay. pity zhiwei couldnt come-.- he would have made us laughed louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a LONG mahjong game with my mom alicia and joel. i am SO DAMN LUCKY i doubled my starting amount of $14.50 to $29 because my hand was just damn tyco[= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;SADNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-6608997824710365668?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/6608997824710365668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=6608997824710365668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6608997824710365668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/6608997824710365668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-great-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-5784875516802154348</id><published>2006-12-31T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:34:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>60th post.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY I WANTED TO END 2006 ON A NICE NOTE![=&lt;br /&gt;last post of theyear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the &lt;br /&gt;pain;tears;sorrow;anger;disappointment&lt;br /&gt;and for the &lt;br /&gt;love;hope;friendship;happiness;blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the new friendships forged, for the lasting memories, for those moments to treasure, for the lessons learnt and successes fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 06&lt;br /&gt;hello 07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-5784875516802154348?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/5784875516802154348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=5784875516802154348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5784875516802154348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5784875516802154348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/60th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-3128927205079251418</id><published>2006-12-31T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:26:53.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>59th post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-3128927205079251418?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/3128927205079251418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=3128927205079251418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3128927205079251418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/3128927205079251418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/59th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-167492897999339047</id><published>2006-12-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:18:40.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a great&amp;sucky week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great because i've been having alot of fun. lets start with a few yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with noelle and shian that day to the book fair at expo the book were really good and really cheap and they were all brand new yeah so got great bargains and bought 9 books. totally blew my wallet away. then we met nun and went to ikea for dinner. ate meat balls and chicken wings. chicken was oily meat balls were meaty. it was pretty okay. the waiting time sucked reached home at 11pm thankgoodness my parents are the great and liberal sort and didn't scold at all. even though it was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa with alicia! we sat on the luge 4 times each. i've had enough of luges for quite awhile. of course the singapore one cannot compare anywhere near the new zealand one but it was pretty decent all the same. and we went to kayak at the beach and laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with amandas noelle shian nun it was great. everyone helped to cook except for me, and amandas hahha. we're both cooking-illiterate. literally. i guess the dinner made me realise how much things had changed since previous years and how different things were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucky because i just feel shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like i have lost the passion for whatever i do; whether squash or council or anything. i still have all these dreams and goals i really want to fulfill and i WANT to fulfill not just for the sake of it or anything but i've just lost the drive to achieve them. it's sort of weird i want to achieve this but i don't wanna do the stuff necessary to achieve it. maybe its just pure bummish-ness or laziness but i don't think so it's just that i feel this holiday has robbed me of all motivation to actually do anything proper and worthwhile and its freaking me out because i've always believed myself to be a very motivated and passionate person [in things im interested in that is] but its totally gone these few days which is scary because&lt;br /&gt;i really need them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just sucks. but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i'll snap out of it. soon. hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-167492897999339047?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/167492897999339047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=167492897999339047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/167492897999339047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/167492897999339047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-great-week.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-8862977714969082144</id><published>2006-12-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:08:03.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas has been a blast! &lt;br /&gt;what i did this christmas weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;went bowling!&lt;br /&gt;went bowling that day with brenda, woons, nat, zixuan, kaixian and zhiwei. a squash gathering of some sorts. bowling was great even though we had to relocate to this super ulu out of the way bowling alley that was sort of screwy and kept giving me extra balls. haha not that i am complaining[= with much pride and dignity i proclaim that my bowling SUCKS. no thanks to kaixian who stole one of my balls-.- it was fun enjoyed myself alot:] zhiwei was lame as usual, kaixian- do i need to comment- and woonlue!! WOONLUE IS A SOURCE OF NEVERENDING LAUGHTER&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;had a christmas party!&lt;br /&gt;yina, noelle, amandas, zhuoxuan, lishian came to my house. we ordered a turkey, logcake, some potatoes and some salad from swensens and ate at the bbq area beside the pool. i think the location was great its like a pavilion by the pool except that the wind was super strong and kept blowing everything away. [= the logcake was sinful and the turkey was one of the best i've eaten. everyone should boycott cold storage turkey and switch to swensens, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;presents!! &lt;br /&gt;sending my love to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom; [for the crumpler and the mng jeans and shirt]&lt;br /&gt;dad; [for 150dollars]&lt;br /&gt;joel; [for the black blouse]&lt;br /&gt;alicia; [for the fcuk shirt]&lt;br /&gt;noelle; [for band of brothers!]&lt;br /&gt;amandas; [for the crab notebook]&lt;br /&gt;yina and xhuoxuan; [for the address book]&lt;br /&gt;mdm yan; [for my 2007 homework diary]&lt;br /&gt;brenda; [for the cup]&lt;br /&gt;woons; [for the chocolate]&lt;br /&gt;nat; [for the wicked keychain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss anybody out? and all those people out there who sent me cards, smses and emails to wish me a merrychristmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys and may the joy and happiness of christmas be with you this coming year!&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-8862977714969082144?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/8862977714969082144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=8862977714969082144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8862977714969082144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/8862977714969082144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-christmas-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-1523986532826323567</id><published>2006-12-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:40:07.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new computer baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye windows hello imac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. technically the new imac has not been installed yet. alicia dad and mom are doing that now my brother's at kino and lovely me is slacking away on the laptop[= BUT IMAC. whoa. the turning point was when my computer hanged while my dad was using it and mm the fact that apple computers now can install microsoft products[=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired now. went to ucsc this morning and played with isaac, michael, susan and kawai. played a total of 12 sets. damn tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-1523986532826323567?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/1523986532826323567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=1523986532826323567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/1523986532826323567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/1523986532826323567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-computer-baby-buhbye-windows-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-5154567557745568475</id><published>2006-12-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:02:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;to nat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best junior anyone could possible have, thanks for always being there for me and for the team especially when i first picked up squash. thanks for always encouraging us and giving us advice and helping us no matter what, for keeping our spirits up, for laughing and laming and joking around for making me smile for being there[=&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i'll miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep smiling babe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost to jillian.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to play for 5-8th placing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing maoshiyuan tomorrow. mao is not bad.. she won rebecca ng 2-1. dont think i can beat her..? but i guess i'll try my best. mmm. i hope coach comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling really sad right now played like crap against jillian. i just feel darn awful. havent been training proper the past month since i was away in newzealand/japan/malaysia and my strokes are all haywire. i was in good form before going away, now my form is back but just screwed. drives not straight crosses coming out at the service box, drops too high boasts too high or too low. i guess the only thing that has remained stagnant is my serve-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really need to train harder and improve more especially hard since of the new circumstances next year. traintraintrain. i can do it i'm a strong believer in optimism and "if there's a will theres a way". i reallyREALLY want to improve and i believe i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-5154567557745568475?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/5154567557745568475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=5154567557745568475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5154567557745568475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/5154567557745568475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-nat-best-junior-anyone-could.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116540540201591768</id><published>2006-12-06T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:43:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;amerpro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm was lame. i'm taking part in Ladies Open [hahhaha not novice anymore] and i played three matches today, first round, second round and third round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just darndarndarn lucky. for some unknown unfathomable reason, i was seeded 6th in this competition. which is just plain odd because honestly, i don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;the seeds were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pamela chua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerryca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jillian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tan siew chi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rebecca ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genevieve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiajun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i'm not wrong that is. thats what mao&amp;coach told me [still not good at seeing seedings] and is entirely STUPID because there's no way i'm seeded above genevieve gay. mmm. so yeah by some fluke i was seeded 6th which means my draw just rocked and i'm into quarter finals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;playing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JILLIAN LYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;bye adele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for the fifth bloody time this year! wow. okay every MAJOR competition i take part i'm sure to play her. so far... masonry, nationals, tanah merah, milo and now amerpro-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm fated. to lose too. God please give me strength to play my best and put up a good fight tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but hey. quarterfinals. top eight thats not bad. i guess considering it's Ladies Open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116540540201591768?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116540540201591768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116540540201591768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116540540201591768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116540540201591768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/12/amerpro.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116480611940668796</id><published>2006-11-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:15:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;i ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;does braces hurt when you put it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;erh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;i was lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;it hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;what did they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;they pull out teeth they cant fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok does pulling out the teeth hurt firstly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;then they squeeze the rest into this super thin but strong wire thing that presses your teeth together and is way too small and it hurts like hell and they put these demonclaw stuff on your teeth to bind the terrible wires together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;of course it hurts lah-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;pull out teeth what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;straight from the bloody sockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADELE YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE WHO TOLD ME SO EXPLICITLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU PUT IT TWICE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hahahhaha are you putting on braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;your parents allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;yup they want me to-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;goodluck. its a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;then why did you put it again this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;had too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;my goodness adele you are making me have serious considerations about this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;but jolyn put it also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;my goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;woons if you can dont do you shouldnt do. braces was one of the most excruciatingly painful things ive done in my life hurt like hell and weeks after that also it was like a monster eating you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;if you can dont do dont do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;why you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SCARED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;okay woons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you a secret to ignoring the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;braces doesnt hurt at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;i was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;omggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;WOONLUE YOU SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me you are joking adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;it really doesnt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LAUGHING FOR THE PAST FIVE MINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OH FREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOK A T MY NICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;what does it say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;just tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;it says LOVE IS ALL AROUND FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADELE TEE YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;is that what it says?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;YUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;my sister thinks i am mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;cus i m laughing damn hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;with no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;omggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADELEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;please lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER EATING ME UP&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;%^$#%#%%^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;and you believed it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;IT SOUNDED SO REALLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;and MONSTER JAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;WELL THAT'S WHAT I THINK MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;even alicia is saying walau at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHASHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;woons you just SUCKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY TELL ME THE TRUTHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT HURT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER ADELEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER WOONLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;even when you plcuk out teeth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even pluck out teeth-.- you only have to do it if you need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;you didnt pluck out teeth?!&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART AND MIND RIGHT NOW ADELE TEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM STRUGGLING BETWEEN PAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AND NICE TEETH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha BUT I TOLD YOU I WAS JOKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;THERE ISNT MUCH PAIN-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;even when you put on the wire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;or the monste claw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;or the super thin and strong wire?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;that pulls your teeth togetehr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE GONNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEW WOONLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;so when they put the wire on, do they pull the teeth really really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh adele! your stupid joke has made me paranoid!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will have nightmares about monster claws or a dentist over me pulling a super storng and thin wire on my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!xowoons LOVE IS ALL AROUND~ says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116480611940668796?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116480611940668796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm back[:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and going]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;off to hokkaido/tokyo [japan] tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will be back in a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll miss you guys[:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newzealand was a blast! i reallyreally enjoyed it, i think not just because i'm a veryvery optimistic person but also because of my groupmates&lt;3&gt;&lt;em&gt;yingting, foxyhoxy, jackie, kendra, huilin, elizabeth, bennie, mellisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlights of trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imountainclimbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mountainclimbing was a BLAST. climbed up Mt Tongiriro and Mt Ngauruhoe... which just happens to be Mt Doom a la LOTR[: the climb was really long wasn't that cold actually because of all the exercise and my shoulders hurt like hell after that. but it was all worth it. when we reached the snowbits... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've never seen so much snow in my life except during sking at korea. there was just so much snow stretching in front of us... snowball fights, snowmen, snow angels, pictures and bumsliding &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IIcaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that caving was the one activity that taught me the most. it wasnt the tourist sort of walk on proper walkways through a cave, gasp at stones and take pictures, fully equipped with dustbins and handrails sort of a cave. more like a squeezefatbuttthroughcrevice inchforwardonyourtummy holdontoslipperyrock wadethroughicywater sort of cave. = GREATFUN. it was an experience to be honest. and my tummy will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got lost in the cave alone, with two torches, kendra got stuck in this crevice for ten to fifteen mins and was crying. everyone was panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its in moments like this where you learn the most about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IIIgorging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fantabulicious[: the water was ICYCOLD. at em 4 degrees apparently. nearly froze to death while strugging to wade in chest-deep water against superstrong currents. grabbing onto anyone's hand, any leaf, any rock to hold on. and finally sliding down the dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IVadrenalineday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never understood why people could travel all the way to newzealand spending so much money and not go for the rides newzealand is famous for.&lt;br /&gt;i tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;agrojet [fastest speedboat in the world]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swoop [you get suspended 40m in the air and then swung around]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zorb [they put you into a ball with water and you roll down a hill]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;luge [little cars you sit down a hill]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was.really.really.really.fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;newzealand was really fun. but i think a large part of it was due to my lovely groupmates. especially yingting, hoxy, jackie... and from group 1 zhut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love youguys and miss you lots!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went shopping! bought a pair of pants from mango and a long sleeved shirt from topshop. i'm in desperate need of suitable clothes for japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bon voyage people![:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116382861014709223?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116382861014709223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116382861014709223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116382861014709223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116382861014709223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-and-going-off-to-hokkaidotokyo.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116282082240537207</id><published>2006-11-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:47:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bon voyage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;off to New Zealand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT SMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bringing my HP which means that all SMSes you send to me will be charged both ways&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see you in 10days[=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116282082240537207?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116282082240537207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116282082240537207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116282082240537207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116282082240537207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/11/bon-voyage-off-to-new-zealand-please.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116244249753353365</id><published>2006-11-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:43:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my 50th post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a hectic week! holidays are TIRING can. hahhaha went everynight so far to watch choral night. with chenxi on monday, kaixian and brenda on tuesday and wednesday&lt;br /&gt;i'm going today too[: with zhiying, becca and der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the standard of choral night is going downdowndown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually remembered a time where choral night was actually decent to watch? and didn't bore me to death? this year all the performances are SATURATED with bimbos. okay one or two bimbos are FINE. but not if they're DRIPPING from every single performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbos are funny to laugh at but it beats me why people actually ENJOY watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sort of broke now -.- been going out too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who wants to watch death note with me?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly everyone i know has watched it already]]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27740037-116244249753353365?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116244249753353365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARENA TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was okay actually! haha. WE GOT THROUGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whoopdeedoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all that hard work finally paid off, all those hours brain-sweating during training when i could've been playing squash or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;omg filming is SO TIRING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we just kept moving from waiting room to waiting room. there was a waiting room to wait to go to the audition holding over, an audition room, after audition, a post-audition holding room, and then a result-waiting room and a result room. -.- we just waited... and waited... and waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my feet were just crammed in the court shoes and it was darn tiring. but it was ALL PRETTY WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there were so many interviews too. a pre-audition interview, post-audition interview and a post-result interview. it was really odd being filmed. i got to hold the funny TV mike they always use with the words "channel five" on it. and the whole camera&amp;crew thing. super cool [= but i think i just embarrassed myself on film -.- and it will be shown on national tv -.- hahhaha i hope it was OKAY THOUGH. [= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the audition room was cool[= audition was pretty okay actually, i think i spoke pretty well, the best i've done so far[= mark gabriel still looks the same from when he taught me all those years ago. the audition was super singapore-idol like though and the chairs they gave us were unrealistically high. tightskirts and highchairs = awkwardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;omg -.- that was the lamest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they literally copied singapore idol by sorting us into groups to meet the judges, who stood in one straight line, stared at us, and announced the group that got in. it was like s'pore idol and they went... NANYANG GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL... CONGRADULATIONS FOR MAKING IT INTO THE SECOND ROUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and they made us hold this blue slip like singapore idol's yellow slip and leave the audition room, and quoting their words exactly "act happy" for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;adrian pang was weird too. totally "HELLO EVERYONE I'M WITH THE NANYANG TEAM RIGHT NOW.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just kept LAUGHING at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;darn hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;came back from kallang, just watched peter nicol vs. azlan. SUPER EXCITING AND FUNNY. P.N. is hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went out for fondue with brenda chen nat and alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chocolate is &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;debate tmr]]= its HARI RAYA for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116161423716494480?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116161423716494480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116161423716494480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116161423716494480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116161423716494480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/arena-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116149076672289328</id><published>2006-10-22T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:19:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally sorted my ex-screwdup-tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;i officially DETEST tag-board.com.&lt;br /&gt;but i switched now. i love alicia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to UCSC to play yesterday. im not really familiar with the place yet. its like i'm going but i dont really belong. everyone's got their own little cliques and all that. but the uncles and auntys are quite nice. haha. i think i'll get used to it after awhile[= it just takes time! i'm glad i have nat and isaac whom i actually know to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played with some guy called timothy soh yesterday. lost -.- played badly. and i played with zeslene from RGS.. won[=, 3,5,0. [= i think i'm getting my strokes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR IS ARENA AUDITIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very scared i screw up. but vishal and the teachers seem super confident that we'll all breeze through the auditions. doesnt make me feel any better. i mean. we've practiced pretty hard for a ten minute audition and if we make a mistake its like all the time gone to waste. i hope it works out. mark gabriel is the judge apparently which is COOL because i havent seen him for years. [= i wonder if he still remembers me! haha he was the best juliagabriel teacher i ever had. together with Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women should enlist in NS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women should not enlist in NS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i cant stand the motion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it comes from regurgitating the same old things too many times.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FINE THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO GET IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27740037-116149076672289328?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116149076672289328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116149076672289328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116149076672289328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116149076672289328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-sorted-my-ex-screwdup-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116125094814846935</id><published>2006-10-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:43:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i can go milo still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;3 my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;went to play squash yesterday with nat, isaac and yanliang.&lt;br /&gt;my arm is killing me now. coach made us do PT on tuesday and now... i feel like my entire arm has been detached from the socket. totally took us by surprise. i had NO idea coach was starting intensive PT so early -.- he started much later for the last natioanals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with them was okay. first doubles match me nat vs. isaac yanliang was just screwed. i was totally dead. not warmed up yet. and THEN. when we swapped partners and played the second set, my racket strings BROKE AGAIN. can you just kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get a racket in the end thanks to yanliang and we played a few more sets[[=&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to play more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116125094814846935?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116125094814846935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116125094814846935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116125094814846935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116125094814846935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-go-milo-still.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116117924755599607</id><published>2006-10-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:47:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents are against me going to Msia for Squash now -.-&lt;br /&gt;I guess its my fault since I didnt tell them that coach wasn't going and no teachers are going. They're not really THAT angry at me. In fact, i think that considering the grievious error and horrendous mistake i made, they're being surprisingly unangry. they're still pissed but at least they're not shouting and my mom is still talking to me like a normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy is a different matter of course. HE'S MAD. i think. but he left the house too early to really yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do. i really. really. really. really. really. want to go. if i dont go, its the last chance i think because i'm not for going next year... next year there's EOY and stuff and sec4 is the most important year, i can't screw up next year. if i wanna go, this is the LAST chance.&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont go, i dont know what the team is going to do. i'll feel like i let down everyone... nat, brenda and chenxi, who all got the OK sign. if i dont go, who's going with them? if i dont go, can i change and get a replacement? can i go in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuckks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have myself to blame. ugh. i should have just A) told her in the beginning and B) not told her at all.&lt;br /&gt;its my fault luh. im fully aware of that and i fully take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope things work out okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116117924755599607?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116117924755599607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116117924755599607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116117924755599607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116117924755599607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-parents-are-against-me-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116052548664580245</id><published>2006-10-11T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:11:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with the 204pple yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;met becca and der at takashimaya-.- couldn't find them because they told me they were at the children's section, walking around like an idiot, met jieqi, before i found them outside soeul garden.&lt;br /&gt;met the others later : yingting, stella, kaiyun, xinmei, xinxi, zhiying, muisuan, huiwei, noelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cine later and we sat on the highchairs and gossiped for over 2 hours[= ahzhu joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to boatquey,me becca ahzhu and zhiying. ate the chocolate foundue at haigen daz &lt;3 it was really,REALLY good. according to zhiying better than chocolate fountain[[= just pure chocolate and all these wonderful icecream...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took alot of random pictures, talked more...&lt;br /&gt;it was fun&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116052548664580245?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116052548664580245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116052548664580245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116052548664580245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116052548664580245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-out-with-204pple-yesterday-met.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-116040397924826849</id><published>2006-10-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:26:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;exam is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i had alot of fun today! after math, went with becca, derniese, jiawen, yuqin, melmel to orchard! everyone was darn happy nice to see bigsmiles for once instead of the usual gloom,pandaeyes,halfdead faces that you see during the exam period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tried to scream to make all the physics people jealous[=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bus was darn crowded, all sorts of schools squeezed into the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to Kbox first. sang alot of nice songs, the chicken they gave was terrible. but the company was good and the songs were nice except that we had too many songs and not enough time. hahhaha strange highlight. going to the washroom. me melmel and jiawen went to the washroom, we sort of got carried away. when i stepped out of the cubicle, melmel and jiawen were &lt;strong&gt;clinging&lt;/strong&gt; onto each other. they seemed to think there was a GHOST in the cubicle. hahaha bent over to peer under the hole between the door and the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no shadow -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pushed open the cubicle door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahah after that we sat on the vanity corner in front of this mirror thing and sang songs forawhile, basking in the ambiance of non-toilet smelling toilet. it was fun! hahha then we had a grouphug and went back to the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after kbox we went to watch rob-b-hood. i laughed like mad. it is DARN FUNNY. sounds super lame but i totally cracked up. i nearly choked on my popcorn. hahah it almost went down the windpipe instead of my gullet. my epiglottis got confused[= the theatre was really... noisy. group of super irritating girls that shrieked damn loudly and cried super hard too -.- but it was REALLY damn funny. rob-b-hood was hawhawhawLMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exams are &lt;strong&gt;OVER OVER OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-116040397924826849?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/116040397924826849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=116040397924826849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116040397924826849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/116040397924826849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/10/exam-is-over-i-had-alot-of-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115952896989254307</id><published>2006-09-29T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:22:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;how you know you're going mad;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start to count days as "amount of work you can do before you collapse and die"&lt;br /&gt;you dont live by hours and minutes but by how many exercises you can complete, how much you can study&lt;br /&gt;your day in seperated into four parts- math biology chemistry history&lt;br /&gt;you get a throbbing headache from doing too much work&lt;br /&gt;you start to become stone and take an exceptionally long time to react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultimate way on knowing you're becoming mad;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sister says "Adele, its 10:12 already, get up, 10:12!"&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing you say is-&lt;br /&gt;"what 10:12? 5:6, 5:6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im simplifying fractions in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;thats the makings of primary school math genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115952896989254307?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115952896989254307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115952896989254307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115952896989254307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115952896989254307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-you-know-youre-going-mad-you-start.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115927047189014437</id><published>2006-09-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:34:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the whole day mugging again. my life is repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard library in the morning with alicia, studied for awhile- awhile being a few hours- then alicia went to play squash and i went home. PRACTICED PIANO, to my utmost surprise, i actually felt like playing! opened random books and sightread a few pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church after that to meet darren karlo and wileen, mugged. it was quite funny. karlo's stupid mathematic theorems were funny but crappy and darren's rotton salad. it was quite fun overall. went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on computer chair. typing blogpost. gonna study afterawhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of my CURRENT life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115927047189014437?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115927047189014437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115927047189014437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115927047189014437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115927047189014437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/spent-whole-day-mugging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115919194290364207</id><published>2006-09-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:45:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to mug the whole day today, studied until my butt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;met becca, wenwen, yuqin, calean, maureen, liwen, derniese at 1030 at bugis mrt, walked to national libary, didnt meet timothy in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around the seven floors to find a suitable studying place but ended up in the children section, sitting on stools and studying on tables around the height of my hip. spent a few hours nestled amongst painted bamboo trees and little rocking chairs.&lt;br /&gt;great ambiance for studying man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun! sort of but nearly died, my brain is fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with becca after that. went to pastamania, overordered, and we talked alot and it was awesome(= about everything, what to do after exams, hahhaha familyfreinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy early birthday becca&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going with my sister to mug tmr, she wants to go island creamery to try the icecream. erm! hahaha. and in the afternoon maybe go church mug with darren, karlo, wileen and tristen? haha see how(:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OFF TO MUG.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115919194290364207?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115919194290364207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115919194290364207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115919194290364207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115919194290364207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-to-mug-whole-day-today-studied.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115909636204229630</id><published>2006-09-24T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:12:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. exams are fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt rather sad recently. its hard to expect sometimes, that people you expect to be friends with for a long time end up drifting away and in the end, they change so much they're like strangers. its inevitable that people will make new friends, and those new friends will also, inevitably, mould their company into a different person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not unrealistic to expect friendships to drift away and nearer, to change dissolve or strengthen,&lt;br /&gt;but its saddening nevertheless when its not what you expect or want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to see people you've been friends with for pretty long just change right in front of your eyes and although you want to stop it, it gets increasingly harder to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;hope it works out in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church today. sunday school lasted half an hour. -.- which is quite EMMM... then went to great world with my sunday school class, almost everyone went, girls and guys, went to macs to talk. it was fun, getting to know everyone better and listening to monica tell us about ISS(: then went with alicia to town for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;i bought a shirt. -.- kill me. i'm such a spendthrift.it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a shirt i'm gonna buy for my brother((= will do it AFTER THE EXAMS. thats selfcontrol hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to study at national library with becca, jiawen, maureen, yuqin, calean, maybe liwen, maybe derniese tmr. then i'll see what time that ends and whether i'll meet timothy in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;mugmugmug(=&lt;br /&gt;thats my new tagline...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115909636204229630?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115909636204229630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115909636204229630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115909636204229630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115909636204229630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115901523936312280</id><published>2006-09-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:40:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that my blog posts have become increasingly mundane, pointless and shallow. which sort of defeat the purpose of blogging because i do it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A, &lt;em&gt;"release pent-up emotions and thoughts"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B, &lt;em&gt;practice my english&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-har de har-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C, &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so whatever it is, i vow now to write at the very least, blogposts with BETTER ENGLISH. hahahah. since the only reason why i blog now is because its fun[=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im a very private person. so to be very frank, everything i type here is largely censored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to church today to mug after darren and karlo convinced me to leave the securities of coffee bean at centrepoint. took a bus to church and went to the classrooms. had no idea that they were open all the time! it was quite cool actually... a sort of study room in church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;darren had his eyes taped together -.- which didnt make a lot of sense but he was trying to sleep. EMMM. no comment. and when he undid the tape his eyes was swollen. =/timothy was there too, for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was really odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that girl.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. i have never seen such a spoilt, stuck-up, arrogant, warped, deluded, possessive ass in my life. seriously. i have been traumatised at the state of singapore's preteens.&lt;br /&gt;i will never look at any seemingly innocuous primary school student in the same light again. that image of purity has been marred by HER. thank God alicia wasn't like that&lt;br /&gt;if she was i'd hate her.&lt;br /&gt;but my sister is wonderfully mature, something which i now appreciate fully[[=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stupid computer is stupidly lag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im going off to study nutrition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(i realised i always end up mugging after blogging -.- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115901523936312280?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115901523936312280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115901523936312280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115901523936312280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115901523936312280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realised-that-my-blog-posts-have.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115893537888933048</id><published>2006-09-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:29:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going mad.&lt;br /&gt;its the studying, i tell you. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;today was an okay day i guess. usual stuff in school, cleaned the OHP- LOL. and went to mug at island creamery with woonlue and kaixian.&lt;br /&gt;met bitchygirl who stole the wooden chair and was super bimbo -.- did qualitative analysis OMG my QA sucks. my chem SUCKS. killme. need to study harder for it.&lt;br /&gt;)): i will do well in chem!!!&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning and dreamt about calcium hydrogen carbonate. -.- hahahhaa. chem was the last and first thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i am going mad.&lt;br /&gt;it was logarithms that day not its QA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'LL SOON BE OVER ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115893537888933048?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115893537888933048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115893537888933048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115893537888933048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115893537888933048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-going-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115866643569707656</id><published>2006-09-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:47:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been LOGged to death.&lt;br /&gt;log during PE log during lessons log during recess log during lunch&lt;br /&gt;do i spot a pattern here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to island creamery with woonlue to mug math --&gt; TRIGO thankfully after school. we were joint later by zixuan and brenda. feel satistfied withwhat i did.&lt;br /&gt;not bad for an afternoon's work[= considering that mytrig is beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortupdate. too lazy to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115866643569707656?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115866643569707656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115866643569707656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115866643569707656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115866643569707656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-logged-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115857692112712420</id><published>2006-09-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:55:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a blooming headache -.-&lt;br /&gt;i blame it on too much studying and the nauseating smell of oil in macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. today was a terrible day. got screwed leftrightcentre by the teachers because of NYAA. gah. but it was my fault. i was an idiot to not see the teachers about it, but at least i did make an appt last week with mr khoo to arrange a date to meet him -.- but ms yeo was not very receptive to my reasoning. she just shushed me. but she's pretty nice. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cheonging nyaa now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to KAP after school to study. did one page of log only -.- hahahhaha but oh wells. i didnt slack much. i did concentrate. haha its just that it takes me damn long to do math. meet kaixian who passed me his bio textbook THANK YOU TAY which i realised was much much much more useful than ms khoo's fantastic notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days more to exam. and a few more days to freedom(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115857692112712420?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115857692112712420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115857692112712420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115857692112712420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115857692112712420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-blooming-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115841036049851855</id><published>2006-09-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:39:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEWBLOGSKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanksto my wonderful sister who designed it all by herself(=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won novice champ(:&lt;/strong&gt;yay! but it was horrible. played like crap really. just couldnt play at all -.- i was super stone, my straights were terrible and it was just damn bad. i was just dying in the court but i think ruth wasn't playing on form either so yeah. it was horrible anyway but thankfully i won(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenxi who came before her training, alicia who dutifully followed me there, kaixian who probably dragged zhiwei along((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won a racket, karakal 100gm, technifibre strings (yellow) and then i won lucky draw, one more pack of yellow strings and matching yellow grips. EM -.- okayy. and HUNDRED BUCKS. thats the best part and some trophy that costs "five times that of a normal one" okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. now that safra is over, must spend my time mugging-.-&lt;br /&gt;i hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;only a few days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115841036049851855?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115841036049851855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115841036049851855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115841036049851855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115841036049851855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/newblogskin-thanksto-my-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115806755153202107</id><published>2006-09-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:25:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;its all that squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm in the semifinals for safra&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!!![= i hope the prize is good. zixuan told me he won fifty bucks, a racket bag, socks, racket grips last year when he got third.&lt;br /&gt;i want to champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mustplaywell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me and brenda went for training for awhile, did some conditioning game thingy with coach then met zixuan and ernest to go TP. yeahh. it was okay luh. quite tired after that. Yanliang and isaac and brenda lost]]= which sucks cus i'm the only one thats gonna go safra now -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;exams are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i sort of dont care anymore..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whatever. i just wanna do well for lang arts, history, ihum, mathhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;biology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chemistry okay, chinese gone case=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OFF TO PRACTICE TRIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115806755153202107?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115806755153202107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115806755153202107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115806755153202107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115806755153202107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115746603295484544</id><published>2006-09-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:22:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so much for being on hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm blogging. gahh. okay and i tried to make a resolution to stop blogging. so that i can concentrate on more meaningful stuff in my free time. like squash.music.books.God. but i'm here blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;erg okay. i have no selfcontrol whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just suddenly felt like blogging. got inspiration from bloghopping and realised that if you really look properly, some people use remarkably good englih on their blog as in LYRICAL sort of english not proper-but-painfully-unpoetic sort of english. and i realised that there are alot of angst people out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never knew so many people hated their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's been a good day(: i feel really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no one's gonna get that except select few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks zixuan for making me laugh like mad. hahahahha. and I DO NOT SUCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on another positive note, i realised my navigational skills ain't that bad after all. i found myself through the massive HCI to find the squash courts. &lt;em&gt;gollygee. &lt;/em&gt;darn shocked at myself, seriously.i have no head for directions. i usually get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND i nearly got lost on the way to SAFRA too. i was just about to ask zixuan for directions when i found the swimming complex. thankgoodness for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its been an okayweek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mugmugmug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want a cup(:&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/27740037-115746603295484544?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115746603295484544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115746603295484544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115746603295484544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115746603295484544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/09/someonekillme.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115676305836627082</id><published>2006-08-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:04:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im very tired.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on hiatus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back after EOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115676305836627082?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115676305836627082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115676305836627082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115676305836627082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115676305836627082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115625542724588619</id><published>2006-08-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:03:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm freaking busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha not that i'm complaining[: or anything. but i seriously am.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i calculated, taking into account&lt;br /&gt;mornings before school [7am], first recess [945-1015], second recess [1215-1300] for the whole week&lt;br /&gt;that gives me 15 free slots.&lt;br /&gt;at this current moment, the whole week&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 free slots -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that says alot.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adeletee is going domestic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm baking cookies[: right now.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115625542724588619?l=wired-in.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-27740037.post-115582304891214481</id><published>2006-08-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:57:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing's going on with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;wait. rephrase. nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;wait. rephrase. i guess alot of things are happening right now but i dont have the liberty to reveal it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more positive note. &lt;em&gt;or negative. &lt;/em&gt;i passed the arena auditions. i'm in the team. and yeah so i'll be auditioning at mediacorps. or rather, debating at mediacorps.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i doubt my ability. doubt my confidence. doubt myself. dont know how i'll do. i dont know what to do, to be exact. and well. if we dont make the first round, then theres nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;but if we do...&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine what my life next year will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;council,homework,SIAs, squashnationals,squashleague&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ifican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, in the near future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;council,homework,squash,ucsc,&lt;em&gt;debate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i dont know how i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;guess i just got to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing tuesday trainings now.&lt;br /&gt;debate is twice a week, tuesday afternoon and saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant let myself slip in squash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i definately can't let my grades slip. i need to pull up my socks man[:&lt;br /&gt;if i want to make HC humanities programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSG 1.7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115543898234507129</id><published>2006-08-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:20:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i reached home at &lt;strong&gt;MIDNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa my parents NEARLY flipped. but they were quite cool about it. my mom just casually told me "cannot come home so late next time" but i guess it was cus i CONSTANTLY updated her on my location -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planetshakers was cool! hahahah everyone was quite enthusiastic and we were standing at the big empty part. it was really crammed everyone was just pressing against each other but i guess since i didn't step on anyone's foot it was okay and when i jumped, no accident occured- thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with rachel, jessie, cheronne, huishan, priscilla and clarisse.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i spelt the names right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sang really few songs though i seriously expected more songs but i guess the atmosphere was just more high and everyone was jumping around. quite fun larh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended at nine plus? by the time we left expo it was ten fifteen and then we went to changi airport for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i got home,&lt;br /&gt;it was midnight 0.0 damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really different from festival of praise. FOP was more solemn i felt. but i think FOP had better selection of music cus there were two artistes and it mixed between slow and rock... although the surmon was just blahh. and FOP the sound system was better -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love God(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115543898234507129?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115543898234507129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115543898234507129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115543898234507129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115543898234507129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-reached-home-at-midnight-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115512887056851907</id><published>2006-08-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:07:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with brenda woonlue zixuan kaixian&lt;br /&gt;it was okayy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to suki sushi and ate sushi. poor zixuan): we didnt reach 50 plates! i think we barely scraped 30 HAHAHA. i was just laming everyone out and being super dumb. GOAL TO ADELE for flicking rice on zixuan's bag and brenda's toe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we went to watch tokyo drift, which was terrible&lt;br /&gt;then everyone came to my house and we played mahjong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS GAVE ME HUNDRED BUCKS TO BLOW ON BOOKS(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn high.&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm a nerd.(: books are &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115512887056851907?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115512887056851907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115512887056851907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115512887056851907'/><link 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phonecalls&lt;br /&gt;and stacksofletters&lt;br /&gt;and minuteshoursseconds&lt;br /&gt;and gettogethers&lt;br /&gt;and revive&amp;ignite&amp;amp;praiseandworship&lt;br /&gt;and hugs&lt;br /&gt;and beingthereforyou which i'mnot&lt;br /&gt;and that surprise&lt;br /&gt;and that yellowbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i just want to say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make it work(:&lt;br /&gt;and get back&lt;br /&gt;to what it was before&lt;br /&gt;i'll try againyeah.&lt;br /&gt;anddo it this time&lt;br /&gt;thanksforbeingyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115452114355301390?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115452114355301390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>my blog is dying. i just didn't feel like blogging for the past two weeks so i didn't. in actual fact, i dont know why i have this blog because seriously, it's not like i unleash my "pent-up emotions and innermost thoughts" and it isn't really a "stress reliever, helps me lose some tension and anger" or whatever. but i guess i own it because its useful to link to other people's blog- SO I DONT HAVE TO REMEMBER THE LINKS- and well. it helps me think about what i'm thinking and helps me clarify my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this few weeks have been a mess. i just dont feel like going to school anymore. this is not some angsty i-hate-my-life why-is-the-world-against-me i-want-to-kill-myself post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm anti-angst seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all honest fact i've just lost the urge to study. i hate going to school. maybe its just a phase. i can't stand math. i can't stand certain teachers. i can't stand chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more positive note, i seriously can't wait till thursday. TILL THURSDAY. and friday. hahahhaha. and after that, it's SLACKSLACKSLACK(: i mean seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;biology test chinese culture test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that= FREEDOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115443366824554140?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115443366824554140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115443366824554140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115443366824554140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115443366824554140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115349331842932816</id><published>2006-07-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:48:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from towning with beccah and jiawen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we went to gelere or whatever at cineleisure and ate emm spegehtti and fish and chips and nachos and oreo milkshake and blueberry soda and icecream(:&lt;br /&gt;the bill was fifty one dollars, of which i only paid twelve cus i was broke sorry jiawen):&lt;br /&gt;then we took random pictures, went to the arcade, and i bought a CD!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn high now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115349331842932816?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115349331842932816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115349331842932816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115349331842932816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115349331842932816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-came-back-from-towning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115313360393019445</id><published>2006-07-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:53:23.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won seventy bucks:/ and a trophy. -.- hokayy. at least the trophy is big. hahaha. and seventy bucks is seventy bucks MORE. i bought a shirt already. &lt;strong&gt;byebye twentydollars.&lt;/strong&gt; and i treated coach to lunch. &lt;strong&gt;buybuy twentyfivedollars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had math test today. i have declared myself incredibly screwedup. i was at kallang yesterday from 2-10 almost 8 hours. went with brenda to watch zixuan's match- who won- and then i wanted to go off home to study actually budden darling brenda could stay hahah so i stayed. and i couldnt concentrate at all with the ball whacking and empty squash courts and my squash racket -.- imagine the amount of math i managed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanged around for really long, some of the matches were pretty exciting. ernests' was quite he finals was sort of thrashing. the b men finals was okay. the a/b womens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after prize presentation went for dinner. felt like a third wheel lar with so many people i didnt know -.- but it was quite okay and then cabbed back with zixuan, mark from RI, and some-guy-i-dont-know-his-name. and then.&lt;br /&gt;tried to study math.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem is on wednesday. i cant bring myself to study.&lt;br /&gt;no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking of pirates on friday!!(: and family night concert! hahah so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course what i'm gonna do with the seventy bucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115313360393019445?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115313360393019445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115313360393019445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115313360393019445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115313360393019445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-won-seventy-bucks-and-trophy.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115288509759695498</id><published>2006-07-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:51:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost to michelle.&lt;br /&gt;five setter. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;lost the first two sets, won the next two sets, lost the fifth set.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the queen at playing five setters -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i played okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel damn inspired to train harder now.&lt;br /&gt;after i finished the match, coach came out, and then he said "good, you fought back from two sets down."&lt;br /&gt;then, he promptly began to SCOLD ME for the next ten minutes. like moodswing like that -.- change damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;and then, it swung again and he said "but i expected you to lose 3-0"&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i wanna train harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanksto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliciatee  who came to watch me play i loveyou(:&lt;br /&gt;woonlue  your target!&lt;br /&gt;chenxi  who spent 20bucks on taxifare and didnt come in time-.-&lt;br /&gt;xianyun  who i snapped at-.- I'M SO SORRY DARL.&lt;br /&gt;shanti  who was there for me!&lt;br /&gt;brenda  who didnt tell me she was coming AND RUSHED FROM OLVLS you rock!&lt;br /&gt;zixuan  ditto above comment:/ you LIAR(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it back next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115288509759695498?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115288509759695498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115288509759695498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115288509759695498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115288509759695498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-lost-to-michelle.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115236056163017307</id><published>2006-07-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:25:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won chelsia!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am in the quaterfinals of MARIGOLD INDIVIDUAL GRADED SQUASH CAMPIONSHIPS:/ okay thats a mouthful. but i'm seriously darn happy because i've never really played with any of the RG sec3 school team members before so yep its nice to pit my standard against theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the score was &lt;strong&gt;9-5, 3-9, 9-5, 9-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i spot a pattern... 5, (3), 5, 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt play very well. i played quite badly in fact.the first set we were just warming up and chelsia wasn't really warmed up. the second set, omg i screwed up so badly. third set, i was playing quite badly the first half and then i had an EPIPHANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell was i just whacking the ball left right? i was just hitting without thinking and i was getting tired, wasting all my energy, so i just slowed down. :/ didnt hit so hard, thought a bit more, slowed down the pace. and my game got better. fourth set was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just happy i won. cus now, i'm gonna be ranked and i'm confirmed a bit of money at the very least! i'm playing with myra kheng next, must play properly. but should be okay. if i win, I WILL WIN, i'll get into the semis! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you guys. seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aliciatee- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who left tuition earlier to watch my match AND THEN scolded me like shit after i lost my second set&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brendalim&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brenda i love you!!(: i still cant believe you convinced your mom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natalieng- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my favourite junior who rushed down from math challenge(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isaac- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who came early to watch me play!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zixuan-&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who came two hours early to watch me play and gave me advice which seriously saved my game(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chenxi- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS FOR YOUR SMS(: and your advice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after my match, i met kaixian to study at coffee bean.ehh i felt damn bad lah came fourty five mins late. haha. then he left fourty five mins later -.- and i forgot to bring my calculator and i wanted to study trigo:/ gosh damn dumb lah. but at least i studied a bit! NOT SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks kaixian for coming to help me with my suckyy math. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next match: tuesday(: wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm in a damn good mood.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s my bro is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115236056163017307?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115236056163017307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115236056163017307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115236056163017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115236056163017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-won-chelsia-i-am-in-quaterfinals-of.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115219257840521345</id><published>2006-07-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:29:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch SUPERMANRETURNS with ryan, karlo, sarah, darren. omg it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont watch it. dont waste your money.it was so similar to spiderman. WAH. i mean think about it. the coincidences are just to. unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;which came out first, superman or spiderman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL(: however, however, TMR SCHOOL ENDS AT TWELVE FIFTEEN YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn happy!!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115219257840521345?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115219257840521345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115219257840521345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115219257840521345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115219257840521345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-came-back-from-town.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115211097560987030</id><published>2006-07-05T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:49:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from kallang, won my two matches.&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting chelsia on saturday 2pm if i win, i'm in the quarterfinals, which means top 8, which means = CASH MONEYY!&lt;br /&gt;ooh. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;better still.&lt;br /&gt;come support!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115211097560987030?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115211097560987030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115211097560987030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115211097560987030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115211097560987030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-got-back-from-kallang-won-my.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115209092888304223</id><published>2006-07-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:15:28.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah i'm in brenda's house now(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored!!&lt;br /&gt;match in emm&lt;br /&gt;fourty nine minutes&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still stoning here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I WIN FAST! (: NOTE: win, not lose.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;i want to get money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115209092888304223?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115209092888304223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115209092888304223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115209092888304223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115209092888304223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahah-im-in-brendas-house-now-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115176258931229798</id><published>2006-07-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:03:09.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funfair was a blast&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry to all those people who found it boring):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn tired and hot after that but it was pretty cool i thought it was quite amazing how the whole school turned into some madhouse. cannot connect it with the normal primandproper nanyang girls high it was just chaotic stalls and stalls and all those posters ohmygod. there were practically hanging infront of me THANKYOU 207:/ and wahh everything was just everywhere and all the people! the turnout was pretty good considering i expected less outsiders there and more emm i dont know:/ more guys then i expected. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our stall ROCKED&lt;br /&gt;307 is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sold out the watermelon juice and the satay like one and a half hours before the end of the funfair! and the picture stall omg it was like hotcakes even though we didnt finish our stock i htink it was cus of lack of time&lt;br /&gt;because so many people wanted them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh!&lt;br /&gt;i took three myself&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeshhh rebecca the photographer!! ALL THOSE PHOTOS i extraextra stuck my head into! more importantlyy&lt;br /&gt;DAWNN! who came and accompanied me!&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC! who watched talenttime even though.. yeah obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone who helped HAHA(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115176258931229798?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115176258931229798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115176258931229798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115176258931229798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115176258931229798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/07/funfair-was-blast-im-so-sorry-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115167162124039414</id><published>2006-06-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:47:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the FUNFAIR(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting dawnn and pheonix and janet HOPEFULLY(: and serkiet MY MONEY!=/ and yeahh all those wonderful people i sold the tickets too&lt;br /&gt;zixuan you better buy my satays.&lt;br /&gt;huiying you better take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha and i love you dawn for coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our stall looks wonderful&lt;br /&gt;i think funfair is gonna be..fun(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115167162124039414?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115167162124039414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115167162124039414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115167162124039414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115167162124039414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrow-is-funfair-im-meeting-dawnn.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115158505387070818</id><published>2006-06-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:44:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh just came back from dinner&lt;br /&gt;in the late afternon i was with brenda at HCI waiting for zixuan to finish his lessons, was gonna regrip my racket but then the stupid stall had such sucky GROSSLY overpriced grips i was like forget it=/&lt;br /&gt;i played a bit of squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I GOT MOST OF MY FORM BACKK THANKFULLY&lt;br /&gt;just in time for marigold(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that i talked to kaixian for awhile, hahaha and saw zixuan's &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we cabbed to orchard and went for dinner at NYDC omg the mudpies were bloody good and the food was too&lt;br /&gt;so was the price hhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he deserved it larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala it was pretty fun talked alot of rubbish kept laughing because the cheese on the pizza was so stretchy it was darn funny seeing zixuan and brenda struggle with it but hahah mine posed no problem at all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNFAIR ON SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;buy satay! take pictures(: watch the concert!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115158505387070818?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115158505387070818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115158505387070818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115158505387070818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115158505387070818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/06/ooh-just-came-back-from-dinner-in-late.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115141740523755836</id><published>2006-06-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:10:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm super pissed at blogger right now because it ate up all the pictures i uploaded from milo&lt;br /&gt;nevermind another time:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*flattens blogger with a hammer*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what an EXCITING WEEK(: no i'm not being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;hahha i know some people think NY funfair is gonna be bored but i'm excited actually HAHAH i dont know:/ sounds like fun what somemore. think about it= food, games, friends= FUN&lt;br /&gt;and after that, maybe i'm going out for dinner with brenda and then REVIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and on thursday, me brenda are gonna play squash and then go meet zixuan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA and i'm getting my DVDs back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SEEMS GREAT at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from the fact that i'm gonna be completely embarrassed in tomorrows skit:/&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115141740523755836?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115141740523755836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115141740523755836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115141740523755836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115141740523755836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-super-pissed-at-blogger-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115132928724743743</id><published>2006-06-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:41:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is dead&lt;br /&gt;i promise to update more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cross my heart and hope to die, pierce a needle in my eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'll really do those of course, i'm not some sadomasochist or whatever(:&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy&lt;br /&gt;BACK FROM CHINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;china was great(: no thanks to zixuan who thought i'll die there. HAHA but i survived so yeahh&lt;br /&gt;it was fun i went to kunming dali lijiang luguhu shangrila&lt;br /&gt;and i shopped like shit hahahah CHINA IS CHEAP(:&lt;br /&gt;and it was fun cus i went with uncle ernest, aunty margaret, henry and benny&lt;br /&gt;ehh i'm too lazy to describe the details of the whole trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say&lt;br /&gt;it was GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE YES ON FRIDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115132928724743743?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115132928724743743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115132928724743743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115132928724743743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115132928724743743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blog-is-dead-i-promise-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-115011975458699182</id><published>2006-06-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:42:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;i scramble to pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah this sounds so angst.&lt;br /&gt;but its an apt way to put it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-115011975458699182?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/115011975458699182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=115011975458699182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115011975458699182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/115011975458699182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life-is-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114951295598064466</id><published>2006-06-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:09:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MILO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milo was fun for a first-timer. i have serious eyebags. i shall SUMMARISE everything cus i'm too lazy to go indepth. hahaha. i got into the special plates semifinals. and lost. rather terribly to this indian girl whom i could have taken definately. it sucked. and i dont wanna talk about it. wahlao. this comes under &lt;em&gt;list of regrets &lt;/em&gt;after a certain mgs match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people were fun too. as in i guess there are definately regrets lah to how things turned out it was definately screwed in certain aspects but i guess.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun staying up all night. wahlao i'm super tired. =/ and it was nice meeting new people and friends.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload the pics later. haha. i'm such a lazy bum. cant be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114951295598064466?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114951295598064466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114951295598064466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;dont lose 27-0, please. the embarassment! TRY YOUR BEST. RUN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have &lt;strong&gt;FUN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make new friends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take care of alicia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at all costs, uphold the secrets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. goodbye singapore.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114894616412179199?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114894616412179199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114894616412179199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114894616412179199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114894616412179199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-going-to-milo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114890606371395112</id><published>2006-05-29T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:34:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Put an X by all the things you've done, or remove the X from the &gt;ones you&gt;have not. It will be fun to pass this on to all your friends&lt;br /&gt;This is for your entire life thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been in love&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been fired&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Had feelings for someone who didn't feel back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been skiing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Met someone from the internet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Taken pain-killers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been lonely&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been tickled&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been robbed not mugged&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Petted a reindeer/goat/kangaroo OR jackalope&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Won a contest&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Run a red light/stop sign&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Had braces&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Felt like an outcast/third person&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been obsessed with cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Squished mud through your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been lost&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Watched LOST&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Made prank phone calls XD&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Laughed until beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Watched the sunrise/sunset w/someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&gt;( )Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(x)Jumped off a bridge to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;1.What is your name?&gt;-adele tee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;2.Nick Names?&gt;-adeleetee:/delifrance:/ahtee:/paper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;3.What is your birthdate?&gt;- 05041991&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;4.Mother's name?&gt;-anncheng&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your favorite drink?&gt;-cocktail(:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;6. Favorite Ice-cream?&gt;- rum and rasin, cookies and cream&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;7.Piercings?&gt;- one per ear&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;8.How much do you love your job (scale of 1-10)?&gt;- jobless&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;9.Birthplace:&gt;- singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;10. Vacation spot:&gt;- alaska&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;11. Favorite music:&gt;- rock of any sort. slow, hard, modern, classical, emomusic anything by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nickelback,lifehouse,bonjovi,oasis,mlearnstorock,maroon5, alot more. i cant pintpoint!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;12.Ever steal any traffic signs?&gt;- em!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;13.Ever been in a car accident?&gt;-yes. the engine started to smoke and we thought the car was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;14.How many children do you want?&gt;-two one girl, on boy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;15.Salad dressing?&gt;- depends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;16.Favorite number?&gt;- 1&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;17.Favorite movie of all time?&gt;- lord of the rings&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;18.Favorite holiday?&gt;- christmas&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;19.Favorite food?&gt;- japanese, north indian, french, italian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;20.Favorite day of the week?&gt;- ooh. emm. friday. no prizes why.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;21.Favorite brand of body soap?&gt;- dove, jojoba seeds(:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;22.Favorite TV show?&gt;- i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;23.Favorite smells?&gt;- ohgosh. why the questions so hard one?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;24.What do you do to relax?&gt;- read. yes i'm a nerd. music.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;25.Message to your friends reading this:&gt;- get a life. why are you reading this?(:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;26.How do you see yourself in 10 years?&gt;- a taitai. HAHA. filthy rich hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;27.What do you do when you are bored?&gt;- read. squash. music. chat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;28.What do you enjoy receiving?&gt;- hahaha. no specifics!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;29.Furthest place you will send this message?&gt;- jurong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;30.Who will respond the quickest?&gt;- no idea. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;31. What time is it now?&gt;- 8.31pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114890606371395112?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114890606371395112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114890606371395112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114890606371395112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114890606371395112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/put-x-by-all-things-youve-done-or_29.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114847711860932407</id><published>2006-05-24T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:25:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabbaticals are okay and not-very-boring, in fact, triggers-questions-that-are-exceedingly-thoughtprovoking-and-gives-you-headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay to cosmology and philosophy. whats with the Y sounds anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toe hurts like shit, dont ask me why. i want to train. i am broke.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for milo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114847711860932407?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114847711860932407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114847711860932407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114847711860932407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114847711860932407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabbaticals-are-okay-and-not-very.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114805171033243086</id><published>2006-05-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:15:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last SCHOOL day. yes. I AM SO BLOODY HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;sabbaticals next week(: i'm off to ACJC tomorrow. gosh. i feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent thirty seven minutes of my night directing traffic. YES directing traffic. god. can i put it in my resume?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad punctured his car, and rushed back home because he left his handphone at home. and. he had a patient in labour, as in. CONTRACTION which equals baby going to come out soon. and his tyre was punctured, hp was at home.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. talk about bad timing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to dutifully stand by the car waiting for AAA to come, to fix on another wheel. and then, stand at the road, DIRECTING TRAFFIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sort of shook my hand self-consciously. sort of dismissively too. although that sort of contradicts.&lt;br /&gt;it was darn weird and quite emm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it was an eventful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114805171033243086?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114805171033243086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114805171033243086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114805171033243086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114805171033243086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-last-school-day.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114796030857087026</id><published>2006-05-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:51:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went for RETAIL THERAPY. someone save me. i spent alot. alot. of money. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;me and brenda went out, treated her to cafe cartel and then went out shopping oh man we have SUCH GOOD MATCHING TASTE!&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gonna be like WHAT?! in milo!&lt;br /&gt;brenda lim. you're such a GREAT FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;and i blew. SEVENTY BUCKS today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for tuition but thats beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;i love life right now!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114796030857087026?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114796030857087026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114796030857087026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114796030857087026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114796030857087026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-went-for-retail-therapy.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114778444293035776</id><published>2006-05-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:00:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for the hcjc investiture today. it wasnt too bad. best part was that i could skip chem, YES, and chinese!!! however. sadly missed history. BUT they didnt watch the movie today so haha no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite good very different from nanyang's invest!  i think their banner on top of the stage is really good. nicer than ours i think but we have better souvenirs, invitation cards, guestbooks and programme booklets(: ours looks more pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt like hell after that because i was using aileen's court shoes and they were one size too small and there werent in-soles and it cut into my skin and i have too bloody big blisters now. OUCH. i couldnt walk properly and i was stuffing tissues in it like there was no tomorrow. and i still got the stupid blisters. ouch and wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days to end of week. one and a half weeks to holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114778444293035776?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114778444293035776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114778444293035776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114778444293035776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114778444293035776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-for-hcjc-investiture-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114769465387613331</id><published>2006-05-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:04:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow there's a visit to the. COUGHCOUGH. are you seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun yet san (correct spelling?) memorial hall.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go training!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note. HOMEWORK LEFT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;non, nil, zada, ziltch(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114769465387613331?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114769465387613331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114769465387613331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114769465387613331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114769465387613331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrow-theres-visit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114751212376655169</id><published>2006-05-13T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:22:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to play squash today from 2pm-4pm. haha but we stayed longer than that! me and nat stoned around for awhile before isaac and yanliang came. then we played doubles, and after nat left for tuition, two-on-one and singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played topform today. YES! for the first time in a long time i really played top form. my form in nationals sucked period, but today, my drops and my drives worked. TOGETHER. usually its just either or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm happyhappy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather inspired to improve after today's satisfying games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenxi's coming over at 6 to help with the squash page in gradmag!(: PRAY THAT IT LOOKS NICE. i mean with my wonderful C art... HAHA at least chenxi's not bad at IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homework left: two chemistry worksheets, one math worksheet, one chinese dang4an4&lt;/strong&gt;&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/27740037-114751212376655169?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114751212376655169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114751212376655169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114751212376655169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114751212376655169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-play-squash-today-from-2pm-4pm.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114744786629454579</id><published>2006-05-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:33:55.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was damn fun. CSM was okay i guess. it wasn't rahrah fun that sort of thing. but it was not too bad. i cheered quite alot. i have a sore throat my voice is raspy. and not sexy-husky either. just plain awful-raspy. but i'm so glad i sold icecream. it was fun bugging people to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who bought from me by the way, alicia, vinette, huiying, rebecca, zixuan, woonlue(sort of) and all those lovely people i bugged. HAHA mercy to all who tried to run away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay joking. but i felt like an asshole after that because i kind of scared of a HC guy. i was really mean to him and even my brother said so. which is quite. wahh. so yeah. sorry whoever you are. this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCguy- "would you like to buy flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "would you like to buy icecream?"&lt;br /&gt;HCguy- (ignores me) "our flowers are very good! they're wrapped by the parents teachers association in aid of XXX charity foundation blahblahblah... I BET YOUR SCHOOL DOESNT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "em actually our school just sold flowers last week. and those were wrapped by the student leaders."&lt;br /&gt;HCguy- "but...but...but...er...ehh...but..."&lt;br /&gt;Me- (inturrupts him rudely while he is still but-ing) "Butbutbutbutbutbutbutbut"&lt;br /&gt;HCguy- (looks scared) "but i bought four of your icecreams already!"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "yeah and i bought a hundred of your roses." (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. i realised. to my chagrin. that he probably did buy 4 flowers. OOPS. i know i was mean. but the guy was sort of a wimp. and i shouldnt have done that!!! who ever you are. i'm sorry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was council outing! haha that was fun. wow. i had no idea our seniors and our batch was so havoc. tsktsk. we practically squeezed out everyone's lovelife, or lack of it, (haha like mine(: ) and it was fun laughing at how dear liann and biqi blushed RED. it was quite enlightening becus i found out alot more about the snrs then i ever knew. same for our batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. i went to the library with lishian, borrowed THREE WONDERFUL BOOKS and went to coffeebean. settled down with my mocha and lishian's cinnimon frappe and TALKED. and TALKED. and TALKED. about everything, from family to school to cca to council. it was really good to let things out because it has been a really bad time for me and shian and now that everything is sort of settling down i feel alot better. i mean with council camp clashing with RMUN and stuff. but we came to a consensus we talked about it all and our lives in general&lt;br /&gt;and it was good bonding(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, noelle and cheronne joined us. went to crystal jade express for dinner. IT IS NOT CHEAP. THE PRICES ARE EX FOR SOMETHING THATS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE JUNKFOOD. but whatever. we talked some more, went to taka basement, set down on the floor and crapped about everything- and GOSSIPED- until taka closed and it was tenpm and we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general. FUN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114744786629454579?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114744786629454579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114744786629454579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114744786629454579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114744786629454579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-was-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27740037.post-114739906111812977</id><published>2006-05-12T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:57:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to blogger now(:&lt;br /&gt;please tag for me to link you.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY ABOUT ALL THE RELINKING SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27740037-114739906111812977?l=wired-in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/feeds/114739906111812977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27740037&amp;postID=114739906111812977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114739906111812977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27740037/posts/default/114739906111812977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wired-in.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>adele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969237644785521830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
