<?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-30689570</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:33:39.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TC. ((:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-533612645475364800</id><published>2007-07-23T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:45:18.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARHAR!</title><content type='html'>SCREW LOYALTIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving my bum to livejournal! Add me add me add me as friend friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-533612645475364800?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/533612645475364800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=533612645475364800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/533612645475364800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/533612645475364800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/harhar.html' title='HARHAR!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7048279560380196259</id><published>2007-07-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:45:44.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELJAY!</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;a href="http://livinguptown.livejournal.com/"&gt;ELJAY&lt;/a&gt; now. But I'm not shifting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my loyalties to blogger. :D Kidding lah. I blogged today's entry there so yeah go check out mmkay? But other than that my eljay is meant for private entries. So yeah! :D Make friend friend please! Then you can seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7048279560380196259?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7048279560380196259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7048279560380196259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7048279560380196259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7048279560380196259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/eljay.html' title='ELJAY!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8009409592588374932</id><published>2007-07-22T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:25:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Goal?</title><content type='html'>"theresse, what do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a guardian angel. I want to watch over all that I love, because I have so much love to give. I want to watch over them as they start their day on a good note, till they go back to sleep safe and sound. I want to make sure their days are fulfilling. I want to make sure they're okay, that they can cope with life's stresses well. That I'd be able to guide them, and to guard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I wanna ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guardian angels need other guardian angels to watch over them too? Cause if they don't need, I doubt I could ever be one. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8009409592588374932?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8009409592588374932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8009409592588374932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8009409592588374932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8009409592588374932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-goal.html' title='Your Goal?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1152145526884428861</id><published>2007-07-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:26:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I'm really really sorry Nicole, that I can't make it later. Thanks for making me feel loved over the weekend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I'm gone, Remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please be strong, I'll never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just hold on, To the memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause while I'm here, All I'm thinking about is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a gloomy Saturday. Really really gloomy. I've been sad the whole day. And when I downloaded really old songs, I started tearing when I heard the lyrics. I really thought I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, everything hurts all in all. God, why am I baring my heart to the world, my weaknesses, and I'm fully aware that I'm putting myself in a vulnerable position, one where anyone, anyone out of malicious intent, could just poke at an open wound. POKE! I don't know whether I've been doing a good job at lying. But it sure seems like it. Everyone thinks I'm okay. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fbts for everyday of the week, and each time my shorts ride up when I sit down, I don't know why, but I just feel like as if I've been stabbed. I feel so many emotions at one, shame, failure, not being able to meet expectations, loss. I thought the slipping grades thing in cliched stories was bullshit. But looking at my results, I'm really slipping and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I'm not going to talk about myself anymore. Let's start this over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm theresse and I'll be your waitress for today. (: What's your name! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1152145526884428861?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1152145526884428861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1152145526884428861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1152145526884428861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1152145526884428861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Sherrie never send me the original pictures so I had to rip these off from her blog. ))): SO YELLOW I LOOK LIKE AN ALIEN CAN?! oh but the ones taken outside school are from my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6181855445106445914?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6181855445106445914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6181855445106445914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6181855445106445914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6181855445106445914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-about-done.html' title=''/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RqDU1K4p6RI/AAAAAAAABjs/XrkraSzs95g/s72-c/P1010343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7390147185920923309</id><published>2007-07-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:26:53.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo</title><content type='html'>Like, oh my god, I'm pissed. I'm going to have this whole bimbo rant now so if you hate air headed bitches like me I'm going to suggest that you skip probably this paragraph and the next few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, this is sooooooooo effing gross. Gross to the maximum. Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double EWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIPLE EWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I talking about? Well, apparently I find it super disgusting that a classmate has been bringing a white handbag and passing it off as a schoolbag. Like, whatever, seriously. Which planet has she been living on?! Didn't she see that -cough. YOURS TRULY was carying A HANDBAG on Monday and does she not know that it's practically an unforgivable sin in the fashion world to copy someone (let alone within the same week?!)? Okay I'm being immature now. So what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just pure annoying. Even shopping buddy agrees with me. I'm trying to look like a richass tai tai in the making but she just spoils that wholeeeeeee image. Argh so gross so gross so gross so gross. Disgusting. I want to talk about her body odour too but I think it's just me. But shopping buddy says sometimes she can smell it too. EEEEEEEEEEE. Ew I still find the fact that she uses a white handbag is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I'm using my Braun Buffel backpack on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Braun Buffel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that aside. I felt so ill during amaths I wanted to kill myself there and then. Oh and during emaths, while we were doing the test. Miss Ros was discussing the answers with her class SUPER LOUDLY. And after 1 whole full question, from a-d, Whatishername realises she's actually discussing the answers of the test that we were doing! AND IT WAS SOOOOOOOO DAMN FUNNY I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played the circle game today! Was quite sad though cause Bird wasn't around to play with me. ): She's only one of the few who can fool me. Hahahahaha! Oh and guess what? The teachers were not happy that 4/7 wore class tee and whatnot for RHD yesterday, haha and Joseph was supposed to come in and talk to us but she didn't in the end. Never mind, one get punished, all get punished. But all that the teacher brought up, was exactly the same thing I thought/said the night before. There was nothing ethnic about a polo tee. And not only eurasians wear polo tees, casual eurasians whatever. There are casual chinese, casual indians and whatnot and they also wear polo tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the Binary thing for physics. It's super fun! Though I get a headache after 2 questions. BUT HELL I SWEAR IT'S SUPER FUN! WHO LOVES BINARY?! I DO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall post pictures soon. Need to bug them from shush, rae and becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7390147185920923309?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7390147185920923309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7390147185920923309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7390147185920923309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7390147185920923309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/bimbo.html' title='Bimbo'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3421917847741400635</id><published>2007-07-19T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:52:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Racial Harmony Day to my friends of all races! I know it's not today but who gives a shit? Haha. The day started off with me panicking cause I saw a sec 3 junior with the EXACT SAME ao dai as me, only thing was that she was wearing purple. WHATEVER! Thank god I wore heels instead of pumps. Christabel said she also almost wore the exact same thing, but in PINK! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who gives a crap, I wore my ao dai anyways. I don't wanna be walking around the school in my damn full u. Oh I was praying all the way in the cab on the way to school. Cause I think I killed the taxi driver's mom in his past life or something. He gave me this super black face and was speeding all the way. And he braked a few times and I flung forward a few times. I was praying that I would survive the journey. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got changed during reading period and when my classmates walked in they were like, woah! Hahaha! I'm such an attention whore. Sherrie looked damnnnnnnn good in her Sari lah. Although almost every other person was wearing a sari. Haha and a lot of teachers asked me and sherrie about our outfits, since we were the only 2 outstanding people (everyone was wearing green class tee, which is actually quite a popular colour among the teachers. Ew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crapped with Nicole like hell today during english. And she was teaching me french. Bonjour! Can I have a piece of paper s'il vous plaît? Merci! Hahahaha! Au revoir! I wanna learn french. French is soooooooo sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention being in 4/7 now sucks. It's stressful. School work and all. I actually felt THAT KIND of pressure today. And it was sad, really. Oh guess who was made to stand for a long long time during emaths in heels just because she didn't do her homework? And whatishername wore the exact same colour as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double EWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIPLE EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the funny things Nicole and I do to keep ourselves entertained. Like betting on whether whatishername will end later as always. When emaths was done everyone started on a camwhoring spreeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cLq4p5pI/AAAAAAAABes/ebQHmBkrbQc/s1600-h/P1020852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817090768004754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cLq4p5pI/AAAAAAAABes/ebQHmBkrbQc/s320/P1020852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cL64p5qI/AAAAAAAABe0/ObSRrY8Ucfw/s1600-h/P1020853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817095062972066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cL64p5qI/AAAAAAAABe0/ObSRrY8Ucfw/s320/P1020853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cra4p5rI/AAAAAAAABe8/tT4fQ1_ZyUI/s1600-h/P1020854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817636228851378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cra4p5rI/AAAAAAAABe8/tT4fQ1_ZyUI/s320/P1020854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8crq4p5sI/AAAAAAAABfE/bKE4C_RW9SM/s1600-h/P1020855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817640523818690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8crq4p5sI/AAAAAAAABfE/bKE4C_RW9SM/s320/P1020855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cr64p5tI/AAAAAAAABfM/y09jkg4ZfhY/s1600-h/P1020856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817644818786002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cr64p5tI/AAAAAAAABfM/y09jkg4ZfhY/s320/P1020856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa was boh liao. She wanted to catch us unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8csK4p5uI/AAAAAAAABfU/Pqo0Ealbpmg/s1600-h/P1020857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817649113753314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8csK4p5uI/AAAAAAAABfU/Pqo0Ealbpmg/s320/P1020857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8csK4p5vI/AAAAAAAABfc/T4qvwC915Qg/s1600-h/P1020858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088817649113753330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8csK4p5vI/AAAAAAAABfc/T4qvwC915Qg/s320/P1020858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Becky and I love Sherrie and I love Linette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dI64p5wI/AAAAAAAABfk/d8BCihbHcNY/s1600-h/P1020859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818143034992386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dI64p5wI/AAAAAAAABfk/d8BCihbHcNY/s320/P1020859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dJK4p5xI/AAAAAAAABfs/wtzOqVBo9So/s1600-h/P1020860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818147329959698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dJK4p5xI/AAAAAAAABfs/wtzOqVBo9So/s320/P1020860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My really adorable classmates. I think Nicole looks uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dJa4p5yI/AAAAAAAABf0/0tzjCCpSQ9s/s1600-h/P1020861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818151624927010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dJa4p5yI/AAAAAAAABf0/0tzjCCpSQ9s/s320/P1020861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 2 who dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duK4p51I/AAAAAAAABgM/5Y5BYR6hckk/s1600-h/P1020864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818782985119570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duK4p51I/AAAAAAAABgM/5Y5BYR6hckk/s320/P1020864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftiessssssss. Minus Nicole and Tanu and the Back Row. I love lefties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duK4p52I/AAAAAAAABgU/Fljwt9O8JgY/s1600-h/P1020865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818782985119586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duK4p52I/AAAAAAAABgU/Fljwt9O8JgY/s320/P1020865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dua4p53I/AAAAAAAABgc/5O-2yBCJ1ls/s1600-h/P1020866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818787280086898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8dua4p53I/AAAAAAAABgc/5O-2yBCJ1ls/s320/P1020866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val at far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duq4p54I/AAAAAAAABgk/CTSwIn2U5zA/s1600-h/P1020867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818791575054210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8duq4p54I/AAAAAAAABgk/CTSwIn2U5zA/s320/P1020867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I was really tall for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8du64p55I/AAAAAAAABgs/Hc2r64E9gCE/s1600-h/P1020868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088818795870021522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8du64p55I/AAAAAAAABgs/Hc2r64E9gCE/s320/P1020868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eKq4p57I/AAAAAAAABg8/U9GoVouh10Y/s1600-h/P1020870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819272611391410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eKq4p57I/AAAAAAAABg8/U9GoVouh10Y/s320/P1020870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eKq4p58I/AAAAAAAABhE/4BUpc7QEpOU/s1600-h/P1020871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819272611391426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eKq4p58I/AAAAAAAABhE/4BUpc7QEpOU/s320/P1020871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eK64p59I/AAAAAAAABhM/7sb3yIghQcM/s1600-h/P1020873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819276906358738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eK64p59I/AAAAAAAABhM/7sb3yIghQcM/s320/P1020873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eLK4p5-I/AAAAAAAABhU/CT_1MT4piCU/s1600-h/P1020876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819281201326050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eLK4p5-I/AAAAAAAABhU/CT_1MT4piCU/s320/P1020876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's racial harmony day, I couldn't resist but to give my best friend the tighest hug ever. I remembered the NE quiz we did in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't mind my friend being of a different race... STRONGLY AGREE! Check out my bestie! She's Chinese!"&lt;br /&gt;Jolena: "Check out my best friend! She's Eurasian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eta4p5_I/AAAAAAAABhc/6qFvkqu-4Z0/s1600-h/P1020877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819869611845618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8eta4p5_I/AAAAAAAABhc/6qFvkqu-4Z0/s320/P1020877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you a lot Jolena (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8etq4p6AI/AAAAAAAABhk/2HjzANbi59c/s1600-h/P1020878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819873906812930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8etq4p6AI/AAAAAAAABhk/2HjzANbi59c/s320/P1020878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's shirt says, "I'm with stupid". Yes, I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;After which I ran to 4/6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8etq4p6BI/AAAAAAAABhs/cUaYG7SU8eo/s1600-h/P1020879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819873906812946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8etq4p6BI/AAAAAAAABhs/cUaYG7SU8eo/s320/P1020879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8et64p6CI/AAAAAAAABh0/0B0jlkEAv_0/s1600-h/P1020880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819878201780258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8et64p6CI/AAAAAAAABh0/0B0jlkEAv_0/s320/P1020880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8euK4p6DI/AAAAAAAABh8/dFgfUxv8pPc/s1600-h/P1020881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088819882496747570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8euK4p6DI/AAAAAAAABh8/dFgfUxv8pPc/s320/P1020881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae, me, son and ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNa4p6EI/AAAAAAAABiE/51BZvzlTfCI/s1600-h/P1020882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820419367659586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNa4p6EI/AAAAAAAABiE/51BZvzlTfCI/s320/P1020882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar! I got to sit on her lap! Just like old times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNa4p6FI/AAAAAAAABiM/LX5q-UUHtrk/s1600-h/P1020883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820419367659602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNa4p6FI/AAAAAAAABiM/LX5q-UUHtrk/s320/P1020883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNq4p6GI/AAAAAAAABiU/QxSERBz9peM/s1600-h/P1020885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820423662626914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fNq4p6GI/AAAAAAAABiU/QxSERBz9peM/s320/P1020885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali ahhhhhhhh! I'm taller than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I cannot stop rubbing it in.&lt;br /&gt;Then the 4/6ers and I ran back to my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fN64p6HI/AAAAAAAABic/_pSiuT5QdEQ/s1600-h/P1020886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820427957594226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fN64p6HI/AAAAAAAABic/_pSiuT5QdEQ/s320/P1020886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie and Lin requested to have a photo with me, I obliged cause I'm nice. (: I think they just want to use my camera lor! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fOK4p6II/AAAAAAAABik/bp8c897iCa0/s1600-h/P1020887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820432252561538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fOK4p6II/AAAAAAAABik/bp8c897iCa0/s320/P1020887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMI! I LOVE MIMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8feq4p6JI/AAAAAAAABis/uoCi2hd_-5g/s1600-h/P1020888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820715720403090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8feq4p6JI/AAAAAAAABis/uoCi2hd_-5g/s320/P1020888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fe64p6KI/AAAAAAAABi0/iAXsy-HYoec/s1600-h/P1020889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820720015370402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8fe64p6KI/AAAAAAAABi0/iAXsy-HYoec/s320/P1020889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES MORE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8ffK4p6LI/AAAAAAAABi8/67L2LT1fNuQ/s1600-h/P1020890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088820724310337714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8ffK4p6LI/AAAAAAAABi8/67L2LT1fNuQ/s320/P1020890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, Bird, Sonia, Theresse and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to Loyang Point with Bird to get her haircut. Hahaha when we said bye, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Au revoir!"&lt;br /&gt;"Au revoir! Amigos!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's mexican you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3421917847741400635?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3421917847741400635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3421917847741400635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3421917847741400635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3421917847741400635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='Racial Harmony Day!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rp8cLq4p5pI/AAAAAAAABes/ebQHmBkrbQc/s72-c/P1020852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-315096516001595816</id><published>2007-07-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:15:22.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrosse</title><content type='html'>Basically today's just been a WHORE. A big fat WHORE. Started the day with Physics, which was okay rather. My whole body's aching, bad. Esp my right arm. Cause Bird keeps tricking me and punching me when my muscles haven't fully recovered from the run yet. During class, I was so bored, I tried to check out my arm muscles by flexing them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had physics again later in the morning, we saw a water spout! The whole of 4/7 got really really excited and ran to the window facing the world. It was cool shit yo. Bet ya'll haven't seen a water spout before! Cool innit? Then Missus Yip was like "Who was the one who spotted the water spout ah?". Then someone said "Yi Ling!". Then she went "Yi ling! What were you doing looking out the window and not at me ah?". Hahahahaha so funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Physics was PE where we had more fun playing a game which was a cross between netball and LaCrosse. It was super funny I swear. Once the ball bounced towards Shu Ning and she caught it in between her legs and it was super funny. Then there was another incident when everyone was chasing the ball and trying to catch it, so they encircled the ball and everything. Then people from outside the circle tried to catch the ball too, when someone from the outside circle placed her superscooper through between someone from the inside circle's legs, then the latter clamped her legs together so the former can move her superscooper at all! Hahaha and the game was super bimbotic lah. Amelia got fouled so many times and also when she tried to throw the ball into the court the ball flew backwards instead. Arhahahahahaha! I obtained scratches, but doesn't matter. All in the name of good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of my day was shit. I did badly for my chem test and damn was I hell pissed for the rest of the day. Did I mention I'm not a forgiving person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-315096516001595816?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/315096516001595816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=315096516001595816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/315096516001595816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/315096516001595816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/lacrosse.html' title='Lacrosse'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7042970684311627959</id><published>2007-07-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:57:11.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah</title><content type='html'>I moved and my layout sucks. The name's gay, it's the best I could come up within 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might want to switch to a white layout. The day was looooooooong. English mocks marked the start of mugging time! But it's not kicking in in my system. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 rerun today was killer. I failed again! Doesn't matter cause firstly, I wanted to puke soooooooooo badly there and then while running, secondly, my chest started hurting ))): pain leh, till I cried after the run, thirdly, I already failed my napfa, no point passing this one, fourthly, I completed my full 2.4km, just not within the timing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even while in pain, I still forced myself to carry becky's bag up 4 levels cause she felt like she was dying. I think I'm really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long day, I don't like long long days. Jia Li ah, think everyday like party. Always bring food. Today she brought twisties HAHAHAHA! :D Oh I played the circle game today I think the best reactions are Amelia's and Bird's. Time to infect the world! :D PLAY CIRCLE GAME YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna do homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7042970684311627959?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7042970684311627959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7042970684311627959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7042970684311627959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7042970684311627959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/hah.html' title='Hah'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3605682955790295948</id><published>2007-07-16T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:40:06.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/7 ah....</title><content type='html'>400th post yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay from the title, you can tell I'm just going to rant and rant and rant and rant. First things first, today just wasn't my day. I walked into the school only to find out the chemistry test was actually postponed to today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and Nicole and I thought it was tomorrow. Because last week, when I asked when the chem test was postponed to, some people said "tuesday" because of what was written on the board. Chemistry test (Tue). And knowing how much Nicole and I don't pay attention in class, we were practically lost sheep. Yes, right now I want to say that I'm particularly IRRITATED and ANNOYED with a certain classmate's attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I found out who was the person who wrote it on the board. During PE. And I got superrr pissed and so did Nicole. So we went up to class practically in a bad mood. See how nice our day started. So when chemistry came, we asked Mrs Boo to postpone the test, because we said it was written on the board as tuesday. But she did not allow. I tried to watch the reaction of that certain classmate and she just had that "Oops" look and did not say anything. I went through 6 pages of pure torture. Pure torture because I did not manage to study enough. I bet I did around only 20 minutes of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I NEVER did badly for chemistry tests because I ALWAYS put in MY OWN blood, sweat and tears to get aces. But I can't believe that certain classmate did not have the integrity to admit she was the one who wrote it on the board! When I confronted her about it later. She still had the guts to say "Only idiots will follow idiots" when she could tell I was already talking in my pissed tone. I can say one thing about you, you're a coward, a big coward. Refusing to admit that you misled your fellow classmate/s. And if I fail, boy am I going to be hell pissed. And then I wanted to talk about CFCs but ah, let's just forget that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I also have more to say about said person. Let's nickname her PAS (acronym for something. Ask me what it is). PAS has a broken volume switch. I know I have one sometimes too but hers is like, perpetually broken. In the mornings when we have assemblies in class, I see Nicole sleeping. But those who arrived earlier, seem to be oblivious about it or they just do not care. So I tried being in Nicole's shoes, and put my head down. And guess whose voice is the most prominent out of all the voices? PAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she happens to read this, good for her. All I can say is that I don't like the way she treated today's situation and that she ought to have done something about it instead of trying to avoid the blame. I don't mind her as a friend, I just don't like the way she act at times. It gets on my nerves. So if she decides to be offended and all by the above I don't want to say anything, cause it's pointless and it only says one thing, she's not receptive and is childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing. 4/7 had a war in class today all because of a stupid stupid fan! STUPID I SWEAR! And also Lopez doesn't realise that the whole class was against her just now. My point of view on the situation, Lopez refuses to accept that she was in the wrong or that she misintepreted the situation, and tiffany had a right to be concerned which part of the class is her fan placed. Does anybody realise that our class isn't united? I don't mind not having a united class. Because I know now everybody's going through a stage where they want to be with their close friends only and don't want to socialise much, that part I understand. But don't you think there ought to be some basic respect when your classmates are talking? I know I can't provide that 100% of the time. Which is why when Lopez is absent, I allow you guys to talk, just don't be really loud. Which is why I always postpone the deadline for work and covered for every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disheartening to see the class turn out like this. 4/7, trip science class, show a bit of maturity please. If someone's talking, listen. If you don't know how to argue back, don't. Simple as that, no? I really love every one of you as friends. And just reflect okay. Again, if you decided to be offended and then not befriend me anymore, it's just going to leave this impression that you're childish and not receptive to advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw we received class tee shirts today. Mine's too big yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3605682955790295948?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3605682955790295948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3605682955790295948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3605682955790295948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3605682955790295948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/47-ah.html' title='4/7 ah....'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5976394924181051450</id><published>2007-07-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:45:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4E64p5XI/AAAAAAAABcc/y61q1IAK5PY/s1600-h/P1020803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440386245911922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4E64p5XI/AAAAAAAABcc/y61q1IAK5PY/s320/P1020803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kx very happy with Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4FK4p5YI/AAAAAAAABck/FP_JeGblYRY/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440390540879234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4FK4p5YI/AAAAAAAABck/FP_JeGblYRY/s320/P1020805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's punishment for being late. Since she hates being called that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4Fa4p5ZI/AAAAAAAABcs/nXnboG0QrBg/s1600-h/P1020806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440394835846546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4Fa4p5ZI/AAAAAAAABcs/nXnboG0QrBg/s320/P1020806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn very happy. hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4Fq4p5aI/AAAAAAAABc0/dxr_pTBx8-4/s1600-h/P1020807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440399130813858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4Fq4p5aI/AAAAAAAABc0/dxr_pTBx8-4/s320/P1020807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, Theresse, Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4F64p5bI/AAAAAAAABc8/HBukDbUkxv0/s1600-h/P1020808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440403425781170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4F64p5bI/AAAAAAAABc8/HBukDbUkxv0/s320/P1020808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5MK4p5cI/AAAAAAAABdE/lGnrjb588Rk/s1600-h/P1020809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441610311591362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5MK4p5cI/AAAAAAAABdE/lGnrjb588Rk/s320/P1020809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our present to her, it looks nice on her, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl must sabo abit lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5Ma4p5dI/AAAAAAAABdM/5YtS_zYJMOs/s1600-h/P1020819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441614606558674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5Ma4p5dI/AAAAAAAABdM/5YtS_zYJMOs/s320/P1020819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5Mq4p5eI/AAAAAAAABdU/36xf1jMiJ_k/s1600-h/P1020826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441618901525986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5Mq4p5eI/AAAAAAAABdU/36xf1jMiJ_k/s320/P1020826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5M64p5fI/AAAAAAAABdc/deM3S9hSUDk/s1600-h/P1020827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441623196493298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5M64p5fI/AAAAAAAABdc/deM3S9hSUDk/s320/P1020827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5NK4p5gI/AAAAAAAABdk/u5XtrFgtbfk/s1600-h/P1020831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441627491460610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5NK4p5gI/AAAAAAAABdk/u5XtrFgtbfk/s320/P1020831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo58q4p5hI/AAAAAAAABds/tQsxlPKJZwM/s1600-h/P1020836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442443535246866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo58q4p5hI/AAAAAAAABds/tQsxlPKJZwM/s320/P1020836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5864p5iI/AAAAAAAABd0/K1OPqdB_UFo/s1600-h/P1020838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442447830214178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5864p5iI/AAAAAAAABd0/K1OPqdB_UFo/s320/P1020838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying her little black book. Had fun laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone meet my slutty Harley-leather-jacket-and-leopard-print-tights-combi-clad-milk-chocolate-cub named...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5864p5jI/AAAAAAAABd8/xK1xm1iva1s/s1600-h/P1020839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442447830214194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo5864p5jI/AAAAAAAABd8/xK1xm1iva1s/s320/P1020839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDY! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo59K4p5kI/AAAAAAAABeE/wlHfiOWB_hs/s1600-h/P1020840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442452125181506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo59K4p5kI/AAAAAAAABeE/wlHfiOWB_hs/s320/P1020840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even comes with her own birth certificate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo59a4p5lI/AAAAAAAABeM/JjOwe1rUc1Q/s1600-h/P1020842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442456420148818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo59a4p5lI/AAAAAAAABeM/JjOwe1rUc1Q/s320/P1020842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original harley and I think it's uber uber uber uberrrrrrrrrrrr cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday in the morning I was awaken by terrible pains in my abdominal area and I had to crawl out of bed cause I was already running late. Got ready and all and took the train from Pasir Ris, met Bird and Nic on the train and went to city hall. Bumped into Sherrie, Claire, Chrystal, Huiling and Cherie but was in a rush! So rush rush rush! Signed Ivana's black book and went to meet her at the Build A Bear Workshop. We were not that late cause we found out by the time we arrived, Ah Lim was still at tampines. So when everyone came, the staff made us form some conga line and do the conga from one end of the shop to the other and it was humiliating. All in the name of fun and Ivana's birthday lahhhhhhhh. The whole shop was just, staring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to the choose a bear station, Ivana was being SUPER fickle. In the end she settled for the Bearemy and it's uber cute I swear! Bird and I had the Vanilla and Milk Choc cubs respectively, Nicole had some furry teddy. Jolene and Ali had the puppy while Ziqi and Kx had the bunny! I can't remember what Claudia chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the stuffing place and were made to sit in a circle and make wishes on hearts for Ivana's bear. So in the end Ivana's bear had a lot a lot of hearts in it. I had 3 cause I managed to catch 2 hearts (they threw it in the air) and Ivana gave us each a wish too! Hahaha. Oh and we got to choose how fat we wanted our bears to be. Then they had to stitch up our bears so in the meantime they made us play truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw did you know Nicole's and my bear are supposed to be twins? Kind of. Her's is called Maddy while mine is Mandy.Then we got to the cleaning station and stuff and then... WE GOT TO PICK CLOTHES! I swear there was sooooooooooooooooo many cute clothes to choose from. I took a harley jacket cause well, it was the most adorablest thing I've ever seen! But omg you should've seen the whole selections. So everyone was like, moms in the making shopping for their babies. Hahahaha. When everyone decided on the outfits we went to make birth certs. Oh and some of them wanted to put recordings into their bears. But Ivana had a personalised one from everyone. It said "HEY UGLY! HAPPY SWEET 16th!". Uber cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear but we embarrassed ourselves cause we were a huge group of teenagers, and all those around us were usually kids. Hahahahaha! Oh and by the time everyone was done making their bears, Dawn came. So when Dawn finished making hers some of them went their separate ways. Ivana, Kx, Claudia, Jolene, Dawn and I then went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uMk2s3MYRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uMk2s3MYRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I had to post this Ivana, but I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and Dawn then left so Kx, Claudia Ivana and I had dinner at the Asian Kitchen, after they have eaten we sat around and looked into the black book and laughed our asses off. When we were done we all trained home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an uber fun day mmmkay! Btw did you notice I was wearing Ivana's jacket? Yeah while walking in suntec this little kid was running, then he stopped in his tracks, turned to his parents while pointing at me and said "LOOK! SHE HAS A SUPERMAN JACKET!". Cute, no? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mandyyyyyyyyyyy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5976394924181051450?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5976394924181051450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5976394924181051450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5976394924181051450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5976394924181051450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/superhero.html' title='Superhero'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpo4E64p5XI/AAAAAAAABcc/y61q1IAK5PY/s72-c/P1020803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-731963592104172224</id><published>2007-07-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:35:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SWEET 16TH!</title><content type='html'>Ivana! Thanks for spending the past 2 days (your birthday!) with me! Happy sweet 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school I had to dress up and wash up to go catch Harry Potter with Vana, Yellow one and Kx. By the way, I think she liked her present! Although I very much wanted a balloon too ): Mommy was making noise about how I look better than her in her tube dress and it just cracked me up so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie headed to bugis street! Walked around a little and fell in love with the clothes yo! Anywaysssssssssss.... I wanted to name this post "My Best Friend" and as you know it, I'm going to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpjn7a4p5WI/AAAAAAAABcU/A8KbzryigHM/s1600-h/180614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087070787130221922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpjn7a4p5WI/AAAAAAAABcU/A8KbzryigHM/s320/180614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my best friend. Jolena (Maxine, I owe you one too) who was nice enough to let me pluck her arm hair during Chinese because I was so bored. Had the patience to bear my stupid nonsense. Only to be repaid with a big fair patch on her arm which can literally be seen from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being best friends with Jolena's well, I don't know how to put this. But I think our friendship kicks ass. Yes you heard me, Kicks ASS! She's my best friend who knows what to say to make me reflect on myself as a person, who's comforted me when I know just about any other friend would just ditch me, who doesn't force me to do what she thinks is right, who gives in to my 5 year old self by just doing stupid things just to keep me amused, who bakes the most wonderful cookies and whatnot on earth when I'm a disaster in the kitchen (I realised both Xyne and Jo can bake, I'm hopeless. ): ). You can say we've really been through thick and thin, because of my immature jealous streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my best friend the mostest. Who's been like an older sister even though she's just 3 days younger than me. Thank you Jolena, for being you. (: And for letting me enter your life and hell, I'll take all those memories we had to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about today, tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-731963592104172224?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/731963592104172224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=731963592104172224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/731963592104172224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/731963592104172224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-sweet-16th.html' title='HAPPY SWEET 16TH!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rpjn7a4p5WI/AAAAAAAABcU/A8KbzryigHM/s72-c/180614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-271100530983869195</id><published>2007-07-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:23:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted...</title><content type='html'>The day was just LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. There was a stupid impromptu emaths test today which really sucked. A lot. During English, I was complaining to Nicole and Amelia about stretch marks and cellulite. And Nicole's just rolling her eyes trying to comfort me. She tried assuring me that everybody has stretch marks, even her (which I refused to believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I used a cool english word today during emaths without making a mistake. Instead of saying violently object, I went vehemently (sp?) object! Hehe and Nicole says it's the correct usage! Gotta keep this up for english orals. Bird and Mimi are also trying something new, they have a rubber band around their wrists and ask those around them to snap the rubber band each time they use a singlish word. (I snapped bird's one out of revenge for spoiling the Harry Potter movie. HEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please prove to Nicole that her stupid fats theory is just plain silly and wrong? Cause today I was wearing a sweater cause it was freaking cold. And she said I was crazy. Then I told her that it was raining, just look at the sky! Then she said I was feeling cold because I lost weight too fast. Well according to her theory, fats keep you warm, and when you lose it too fast your body cannot adjust to the temperature changes as quickly compared to before. I told her it was just a silly theory because it was INDEED raining, with strong winds, not only that. The wall fans set at NUMBER 3 was blowing in my direction periodically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nicole, Amelia and I talk a lot of nonsense during lessons. During SS I had to pee to badly I told Amelia. And she was like "I bet if I were to squeeze you're stomach you'd probably burst!" and it made me laugh so much till I wanted to pee some more! )&lt; Mean mean amelia. And she kept making me laugh on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a Michael Learns To Rock mood because everyone's been singing Paint My Love (It felt so heartbreaking singing it again) and I'm putting MLTR on repeat. Btw, Nic finished the big big book, "Nineteen Minutes" in 1 day! I think that's crazy! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S IVANA'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! I'm going to sing for her tonight so that she won't be able to sleep cause of nightmares. TEEHEEHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-271100530983869195?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/271100530983869195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=271100530983869195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/271100530983869195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/271100530983869195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/twisted.html' title='Twisted...'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6098812187833643715</id><published>2007-07-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:09:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress ahhhhh</title><content type='html'>I'm very reluctant to go to school. Very very reluctant. I'm very reluctant to do homework, especially when it comes to english and emaths (forget about bio man). I really don't like the teachers. )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, I truly don't mind doing homework for amaths, physics, chemistry, SS and Hist (I just don't like doing humanities late in the night). And I truly enjoy PE. Coming from a fat person like me (I used to hate PE like crap from primary school), hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drag myself out of bed every morning because I really don't like going to school. Bah. Aside from the fact I'm starting to get really irritated with the class. Hell, just a few people only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody see the sandwich machine in school today? I was laughing my ass off because I remembered Ivana and her worship of the person who created sucha machine. I quote her "Whoever invented this is a GOD!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was long. Really really reallyyyyyyyyyyy long. Thank god for Jia Li and her chocolates. Haha. PE was fun shit. Captain's ball and the usual slackers (like Nicole, Caroline, Mimi, Vanessa and I) just standing around, but I was playing abit. And the game was filled with cheating and all. DidI mention people were laughing at Nicole and I because we acted like total bimbos? ))): I'm no bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor 4/8ers were having some bootcamp. Oh Vi, your life must've sucked a lot. (: Oh and Nic and I were hoping that the captain's ball would fly to some poor random poor 4/8er's face and true enough, it happened! HAH! I can predict the futureeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think whoever sits with me, is like, super fucking suay. Like really super fucking suay. Except Nicole, I'm the suay one sitting beside her. But poor amelia, I keep bullying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Bio SPA was shit man. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school sat in 4/6ers laughing super loudly at them doing impersonations of teachers. Go Audrey Loser Liaw! :D I so missed the Drama Curriculum days there and then. )))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6098812187833643715?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6098812187833643715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6098812187833643715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6098812187833643715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6098812187833643715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/stress-ahhhhh.html' title='Stress ahhhhh'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3042460462084148948</id><published>2007-07-10T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:05:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stoned</title><content type='html'>I watched the VS fashion show on tv yesterday! I like a lot! :D I was kinda stuck between Miami Ink or VSFS but I settled for the latter! Hehe... Nosebleed. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the models were like, super skinny lah! Eyecandayeeeee. Oh today, Missus Heng was being so damn cute during lessons. Ohohoh and after Chinese, Bird and I used the tweezers I brought and plucked Shu Ning's eyebrows! Hah hah hah funny yo! Shush was like wincing in pain! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like lessons. They're so fun albeit the fact they're at the wrong timings of the day. And the Chisholm (sp?) college band came to school today and our Principal was damn sporting when she was asked to conduct the last piece. Mimi was in laughing fits. Hurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited for Ivana to receive her present. Cause well, I like it too! Feel like keeping it for myself. Nyeh heh heh. Oh and like, I have weird people in my class. You know like after PE, I got really excited cause hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GREW 3 FUCKING CENTIMETERS! SUCK ON THAT YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy and jumping around. (oh for the added fact, I lost 20 kilos too. :D ) Yeah so then after that a few weird people came up to me congratulating me. And I was like "uhhhh... For?". hahaha it was just damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to read. I need to do more reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3042460462084148948?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3042460462084148948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3042460462084148948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3042460462084148948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3042460462084148948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-stoned.html' title='Love Stoned'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4231628483981716416</id><published>2007-07-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:40:12.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could See Me Now</title><content type='html'>I'm done with it, done with Perfect Match. Time to borrow Nineteen Minutes, The Pact, Gossip Girl and some other book which Mimi wants to lend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Match was lovely. If you could see me now is sweet, but it didn't really make me cry. Maybe I've been rendered heartless by everything around me. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4231628483981716416?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4231628483981716416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4231628483981716416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4231628483981716416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4231628483981716416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='If You Could See Me Now'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5870930598155649394</id><published>2007-07-08T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:43:34.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>I've decided I'm going to spend 15 minutes blogging only, after which I want to get started on "If You Could See Me Now", probably do some homework, and then sleep early because right now, I'm filled with rage, anger and hurt. It's one of those days when you wake up, and you don't feel like, you. And you don't seem to like this person you feel like. It's a whole bunch of nonsense whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ivana's present. Nic and I shopped for it yesterday. We basically walked the whole stretch of town and I want a wholeeeeeeeeeeeeee lot of Harley Davidson tees for Christmas. Oh Nic... here's to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Mrt, nic wanted to ask me whether I was still looking for pumps from Mondo. And she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theresse are you still looking for pon..."&lt;br /&gt;At that moment... it sounded like porn.&lt;br /&gt;-wide eyed shock look. "Oh my god Nick! Did you hahaha just hahahaha asked me hahahaha what I think you hahaha just asked me hahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha yes hahahaha but I didn't hahahaha mean it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5870930598155649394?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5870930598155649394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5870930598155649394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5870930598155649394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5870930598155649394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6450948231354018973</id><published>2007-07-07T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:44:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Earth!</title><content type='html'>Another Quatre-Sept-er here talking about live earth! I know this came abit late cause after a long day at school yesterday, I got dragged to Tampines Mall to supposedly "shop" with Nicole before her drum lessons started. When halfway through, I looked at my watch and went "Nic, you do realise you're late?". She spun around and said "WHAT?!" and turned back and started running in quick succession, I only had enough time to yell out a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I came home, and was so shagged I hit the sheets at 7, and didn't wake up till 11 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtX4oD4I/AAAAAAAABbs/ySZvwG-eOpM/s1600-h/Photo334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084337159899975554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtX4oD4I/AAAAAAAABbs/ySZvwG-eOpM/s320/Photo334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtX4oD5I/AAAAAAAABb0/uy7M9Z5zWhM/s1600-h/Photo335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084337159899975570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtX4oD5I/AAAAAAAABb0/uy7M9Z5zWhM/s320/Photo335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD6I/AAAAAAAABb8/9734qIiSNiM/s1600-h/Photo336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084337164194942882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD6I/AAAAAAAABb8/9734qIiSNiM/s320/Photo336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usX4oDxI/AAAAAAAABa0/ogsaI31okBA/s1600-h/DSC03299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333844185222930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usX4oDxI/AAAAAAAABa0/ogsaI31okBA/s320/DSC03299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's mom donated 41 shrek ears to the class and everybody had them. As you would've known, the Principal came into class and said something along the lines that to be successful in life, one has to have a sense of humour. And after a while, she came back again saying she needed to see us one last time before she went to do her stuff, and that we brightened up her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were really sporting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD7I/AAAAAAAABcE/epKaQh-0MgA/s1600-h/Photo337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084337164194942898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD7I/AAAAAAAABcE/epKaQh-0MgA/s320/Photo337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD8I/AAAAAAAABcM/pb4HLDuBL1g/s1600-h/Photo338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084337164194942914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtn4oD8I/AAAAAAAABcM/pb4HLDuBL1g/s320/Photo338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Loke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8urn4oDuI/AAAAAAAABac/N-Whx1qtXEw/s1600-h/DSC03294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333831300320994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8urn4oDuI/AAAAAAAABac/N-Whx1qtXEw/s320/DSC03294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Quote Miss Kang when everybody heard about the famous 4/7.&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Lopez, the day I see you wear the ears, is the day you lose all dignity."&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY WE ACTUALLY WANTED TO LOOK FOR HER TO COME INTO CLASS TO SEE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uBX4oDtI/AAAAAAAABaU/W4KO-du4EnA/s1600-h/DSC03220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333105450847954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uBX4oDtI/AAAAAAAABaU/W4KO-du4EnA/s320/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Cheong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usX4oDyI/AAAAAAAABa8/66JZww7bRFQ/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333844185222946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usX4oDyI/AAAAAAAABa8/66JZww7bRFQ/s320/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest of the lot, Mrs Yip! Hah hah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we found out we were media-worthy, Mrs Yip heard they were coming in from 1.15-1.30 and she was lah "HAHHHHHHHH?!" and so whiny she looked like a small girl doing it. And she was complaining that "I don't mind wearing this (shrek ears) for a class of 41 pupils, but not for 4 million viewers living in Singapore! MY DAUGHTER WILL LAUGH AT ME!". Hahahaha... And she said it was her unluckiest day because she said "I have to wear this (shrek ears), I'm wearing glasses, and I have no lipstick, and they're (media) coming to film me like THIS?!". And we suggested borrowing makeup from other teachers like Mdm Chan! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in the end, the media people didn't come. But Mrs Yip told us that there are other ways we can contribute to save the earth. Etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, class photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uAn4oDqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HM6PVvoJD3M/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333092565946018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uAn4oDqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HM6PVvoJD3M/s320/DSC03198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky was really excited that the Principal touched her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uA34oDrI/AAAAAAAABaE/2rKHtxlaRgE/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333096860913330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uA34oDrI/AAAAAAAABaE/2rKHtxlaRgE/s320/DSC03200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uBH4oDsI/AAAAAAAABaM/JskFVMbyjPk/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333101155880642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8uBH4oDsI/AAAAAAAABaM/JskFVMbyjPk/s320/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Miss Juliana wanted a shot with us. Cause she helped us take with Mrs Heng, and we asked "Miss Juliana, do you want to take a photo with us?" and she said "Of COURSE!" and she happily joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8ur34oDvI/AAAAAAAABak/7eo-O-_vNpo/s1600-h/DSC03295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333835595288306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8ur34oDvI/AAAAAAAABak/7eo-O-_vNpo/s320/DSC03295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usH4oDwI/AAAAAAAABas/R9d93YdsYmc/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084333839890255618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8usH4oDwI/AAAAAAAABas/R9d93YdsYmc/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE WHOLE FRONT ROW DECIDED TO LIE ON EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDH4oDzI/AAAAAAAABbE/nfCSXjVtp8M/s1600-h/DSC03304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084334235027246898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDH4oDzI/AAAAAAAABbE/nfCSXjVtp8M/s320/DSC03304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my more favourite shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDn4oD3I/AAAAAAAABbk/MStDjE4dwpA/s1600-h/DSC03315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084334243617181554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDn4oD3I/AAAAAAAABbk/MStDjE4dwpA/s320/DSC03315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Sim, after bio tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDH4oD0I/AAAAAAAABbM/PMBW2pVV9Ck/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084334235027246914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDH4oD0I/AAAAAAAABbM/PMBW2pVV9Ck/s320/DSC03306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruzanna, you will be greatly missed. Look at bestie's face. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDX4oD1I/AAAAAAAABbU/1P0Hl0fPU3g/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084334239322214226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDX4oD1I/AAAAAAAABbU/1P0Hl0fPU3g/s320/DSC03309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDX4oD2I/AAAAAAAABbc/fckivFtlmFo/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084334239322214242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8vDX4oD2I/AAAAAAAABbc/fckivFtlmFo/s320/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to get ready I'm supposed to meet Nic in about an hour's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6450948231354018973?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6450948231354018973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6450948231354018973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6450948231354018973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6450948231354018973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='Live Earth!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Ro8xtX4oD4I/AAAAAAAABbs/ySZvwG-eOpM/s72-c/Photo334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4921270470683808658</id><published>2007-07-05T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:32:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal</title><content type='html'>Stop looking at me and gawking like as if I'm some zoo exhibit. I refuse to go down for recess anymore. ): I'm too scared. I can't believe I'm actually scared of... a class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nic for keeping me company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4921270470683808658?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4921270470683808658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4921270470683808658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4921270470683808658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4921270470683808658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/animal.html' title='Animal'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2012002179307068597</id><published>2007-07-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:42:41.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers!</title><content type='html'>Robots In Disguise! Childhood days. Nic and I decided to catch it after her tutorials. Impromptu choice during lessons. Yes, we were very very bored. Oh and it took me a total of 5 minutes to try to talk to a sleepy Ivana, before she finally woke up on the phone (before that, I had to try to make out what were the grunting noises she was making). Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana, despite living the nearest, was the lastest and I left her ticket in the counter. With "IVANA TAN. YOU SUCK" written at the back. I think the usher laughed at me. And Nicole and I just walked off. Speaking of which, the counter guy was being silly when Nic and I went to buy tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I have 3 tickets to transformers at 5.15?&lt;br /&gt;CG: I'm sorry can you repeat that again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -thinks (I thought I was quite audible... hmmm).. Uhm, 3 tickets to transformers at 5.15. -shows 3 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;CG: I'm sorry can you repeat that again. (or something along the lines of asking me to repeat myself)&lt;br /&gt;Me: -gives confused look while thinking (Is he deaf or something?). Errrrrm&lt;br /&gt;CG: haha I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started laughing a lot, with Nic. After which...&lt;br /&gt;CG: So how many tickets?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -stops laughter. I'm sorry, what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;CG: -repeats himself.&lt;br /&gt;Hah hah hah Nic was tempted to go over and knock his head when he made me repeat myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to popular to look for SS FYS. We bumped into Claire's mommy and there was only 1 copy left. Which she let us take (THANK YOU AUNTY ROSE!) and asked the staff to ask for any other available books around the country. I remembered the lady said Jurong or somewhere there and Claire's mom was like "Oh wells, looks like I'll be going for a joyride then.". cause she drives. Her mom is seriously damn nice to her! AND ME AND NICOLE CAUSE SHE LET US HAVE THE LAST BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chud.com/nextraimages/transformersposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://chud.com/nextraimages/transformersposter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I think Transformers was kickass even though when I first saw the advert I was like "That would be the last movie I would ever want to catch.". Now I wanna catch it again! Nicole and I were drooling over cute guys (I saw that Fernando guy from Prisonbreak. Gah hah! Tyrese is cute too! And the Las Vegas guy. And Shia! Ohhhhhhhhhh man!) and Ivana and I were drooling over the cars. I really really really really fell in love with the pontiac solstice (the transformer's called Jazz in the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/cars/1/7/I/S/2007_pontiac_solstice_gxp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/cars/1/7/I/S/2007_pontiac_solstice_gxp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shown. Sexy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classicsandcustoms.com/list/images/X_1969_Chevrolet_Camaro_SS427_3686_12232006111110_16533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.classicsandcustoms.com/list/images/X_1969_Chevrolet_Camaro_SS427_3686_12232006111110_16533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana loved the Chevrolet Camaro. I like it too! But my pontiac's nicer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's so full of funny nonsense it just cracked me up the whole time. Be warned that the movie's really really long though! I wanna catch Die Hard. Oh today was like, major nail breakage day for me. A grand total of 3 nails broke. GAHHH! -does the bimbo shriek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Boo claims our class is the hottest! OH YOU DAMN RIGHT. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD 4/7's SIZZLING! TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! Actually she was just saying that our class is really really really really stuffy. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2012002179307068597?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2012002179307068597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2012002179307068597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2012002179307068597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2012002179307068597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6192029867944679023</id><published>2007-07-04T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:51:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Debbie!</title><content type='html'>1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha weirdo! Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1) Your phantom stomach kicks ass! :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Cycle from your place to mine and back again! (Duh, I'm not going to bring your bike home for you)&lt;br /&gt;3) Purple, brown, green. Purple most of the time&lt;br /&gt;4) Your photowhoring ways when I hang out with you&lt;br /&gt;5) I was in sec 1 and after an exam paper I was complaining to Paula that I needed vanilla ice cream to destress. And you happened to walk by and suddenly gave me the "What the fuck?" look and I felt so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;6) No guesses. Meeeeeeeeow.&lt;br /&gt;7) When the heck are you going to get a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA hope this made you giggle debbie. Anyways blogger's been a bitch and it refuses to show my posts. GAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6192029867944679023?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6192029867944679023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6192029867944679023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6192029867944679023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6192029867944679023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-debbie.html' title='Hello Debbie!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6859756684428289571</id><published>2007-07-03T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:47:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>I've cold-ified my room and I'm still not sleepy. Bah so much for live earth. I'm contributing to global warming when I switch on the air conditioning unit right? Oh wells, better enjoy my AC unit before I burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you stupid activists condemn me to the deepest circle in hell or whatnot for using and AC unit thus furthur destroying the earth, shut your trap. This is the first time in a very long time that I've switched it on. And when I say long time, I mean by almost half a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6859756684428289571?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6859756684428289571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6859756684428289571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6859756684428289571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6859756684428289571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8287351964772641695</id><published>2007-07-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:53:54.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantel Baby!</title><content type='html'>I really wasn't in the mood to blog but when I saw you online I got so happy I needed to tell you how much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I typed "blogger.com!" in the internet address bar by accident. "!" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've missed youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8287351964772641695?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8287351964772641695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8287351964772641695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8287351964772641695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8287351964772641695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/chantel-baby.html' title='Chantel Baby!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-276568914713294837</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:46:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling hopeless. I'm an angsty teen. I'm not in the best of moods now. Yeah sure I know just what you're thinking, I'm always going "I'm I'm I'm" or "me me me" everything is about me and only me. Well for your stupid information I've had it with my caring nature. It's about time someone cares for and about me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm one lonely sad bitch. Stop gloating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-276568914713294837?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/276568914713294837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=276568914713294837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/276568914713294837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/276568914713294837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1777436556874299428</id><published>2007-06-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:25:46.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something</title><content type='html'>Amelia told me she liked the stuff I can come up with. Like the scribbles I write in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because no one's perfect, doesn't mean nobody's beautiful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1777436556874299428?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1777436556874299428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1777436556874299428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1777436556874299428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1777436556874299428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-something.html' title='Just something'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6770468397155358997</id><published>2007-06-30T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:23:37.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm late I'm late I'm late!</title><content type='html'>Remember the bunny from Alice in Wonderland? Yeah, I feel like that now. Only going "No time no time no time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make time for myself, so I'm sorry Wren, if I really couldn't go tutor you today. Partly because I needed to be alone, and partly because I felt really moody and all, and partly because I'm having one of those "I feel so ugly the world should just swallow me whole" days. Yes basically, I'm feeling pretty much hopeless today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start studying soon then go sleep. I haven't got the time to watch The L Word season 1 which Chrystal helped me get. Some more I have to lend it to Samantha and Sherrie. I'm not done with the storybook which I have to return to Mimi. I haven't given myself a manicure in weeks my nailbeds look disgusting. But I plucked my brows today. Well at least one thing's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Mr Rubik's starting to get popular in my class? Chrystal's ultimate cool she can solve one really really quickly. And Junie's cute. Dawn related this story to me that during lessons, Junie was playing with it but Missus Heng told her to keep it aside, so she did. But Junie stared at the Rubik's Cube, like, as in the really evil stare, for a damn long time. Then when lesson was over Junie took the cube, twisted it here and there abit and VOILA! She completed 1 face of the cube! AND DAWN GOT SO FREAKED IT WAS DAMN FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal's grandmother makes the meanest salads on earth. They're seriously yummy. And it feeds everybody around the table (esp me! go Chrystal mommy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of what Chrystal help me get, mucho love goes out to everyone who got me stuff from Europe. Thanks Jolena for the Disney Princess pasta which I can't cook because firstly, I can't bear to cook it, secondly, I just can't cook! By the way I found the Belle pasta! HAHAHA It's cute I swear! And Kx, for the pretty necklace, which was quite surprising cause I thought I received a present from you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I got my new Giordano shorts? Khaki coloured. Kate bought it for me and this button down top! I love it yo! I need more shorts. I just lost my white one! (Argh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering... I MANAGED TO BATHE TODAY! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to manicure now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6770468397155358997?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6770468397155358997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6770468397155358997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6770468397155358997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6770468397155358997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-late-im-late-im-late.html' title='I&apos;m late I&apos;m late I&apos;m late!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-823125055330024408</id><published>2007-06-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:40:04.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>I survived a week of school. Apart from coming home everyday totally forgetting what happened in the morning etc etc and feeling so dead tired I start sleeping when the sun sets, the week was pretty much monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh something happened today though, the waterpipe underground burst, and now I'm left with no water supply. Which means.... I BATHE LATE TOMORROW! (Hopefully by then they'll fix the water pipe) I don't wanna bathe with a pail and uhm, the scoop thinggums. That's just pure unglam. Grandmother altered my skirt for me haha I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all the rubbish aside I've realised I'm becoming a total bitch towards my classmates. I get really irritated and angry when they make noise and such and I feel like as if I'm the only one stressed in class (it sucks when teachers mention prelims and mock exams) although that's probably the last thing on earth you'd expect to happen cause well, I just don't seem like that sort of person! I was seriously super pissed in school because number 1, I'm worrying for my friends when I know it's none of my business to begin with, number 2, the class just refuses to listen to me each time I ask nicely who hasn't handed in said worksheets, and when I've kept everything, they pass their STUPID WORKSHEETS TO ME! I was swearing and cursing in class till Amelia got the shock of her life and Nicole said she's never ever seen me this sadistic and bitchy at one go, number 3, the class just won't listen to teachers when they said it's about time they settle down and focus. I know I'm starting to sound like a nagger but effing hell, if you refuse to listen to teachers or me can you please next time don't come up to me right before you take o level papers and say "THERESSE I'M SCARED" even though I think I'm one of the better persons you should come to for some comfort before a paper. (haha, selfless way to promote yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH OF RANTING! I'm just really really cranky and stressed. Ho my god and I never thought that this could happen to me. Anyways I got a ducky clip (a cute one too!) for helping Ivana write her testimonial BAHAHA I bet you didn't get a ducky clip! Anyways anybody wants a nice testimonial I'm offering my services to write a nice one for you! (I use cool english okay, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm feeling rather lost now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-823125055330024408?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/823125055330024408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=823125055330024408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/823125055330024408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/823125055330024408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-531375268334122673</id><published>2007-06-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:16:22.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah wah!</title><content type='html'>I know most of ya'll are hoping I'm dead or something. But whatever. I'm just too dead beat every single damn day to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first day of school went well. I was pretty much in the mood to jump all over the place (my classmates couldn't keep up with my hyperactivity) I bonded with Sherrie yo! Anyways sittin' with Ameliaaaaa and Neeeeekole. Cool shit everyday's just about laughing and laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does it feel, with said person being behind you and all?"&lt;br /&gt;"Heartbreaking. But it's something I can't show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been paying attention during bio the past few days can you please praise me or something! Oh and during PC we were supposed to write testimonials for each other. Apparently mine was the only one so far everyone wrote in paragraphs. I love my classmates they're sweet girls yo. (: I read what they wrote and cried. I was toucheddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by amaths I was gone, dead. I've slept the whole afternoon till the next morning on monday and tuesday. Dead tired. Bird was also telling me about her cling wrap toilet seat incident which was so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah my past few days have been funny mmkay. But today was total shit yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being the bitch of the millenium now. GAHHH. I was uber pissed this morning because a person or 2 from my class were being at their utmost disrespectful during mass which kinda pissed the crap outta me. I was controlling my temper when I asked them to keep silent. The second time I was starting to boil so I said "Can you girls please calm yourselves down?" only to be shot back with a "We're calm already!". Pissed the total crap out of me after that and I gave up listening to the priest after a while. When they started back I complained to Bird (my hero!) and she said "CAN YOU ALL PLEASE KEEP QUIET?! SERIOUSLY." and people started being super uber buay song lah. I usually won't give a shit if they were talking so much if we were sitting downstairs but being up in the balcony area, the priest was bloody inaudible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Sylvie I was very angry with what you've said to me. That was not the nicest thing to say considering that I am a catholic and I do want to devote my own time with God and that you're in a catholic school. How would you like it if I went to your church, treat it like as if it was a complete joke and then tell you in your face that I'm not doing anything wrong. Cause at that point of time I was seriously offended. And I'm not the type to get offended easily. Think about what you've done and don't repeat it again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that many of you felt hot and uncomfortable. But please girls, esp to those who were sitting around me, we had the luxury of being on top and spread out, not like the hundreds of secondary school girls down at the festival court feeling like as if it's the bloody sahara. Mrs Cheong tried to tell you that but why did you all refuse to listen? On my part, I think it was very selfish of you to first, make noise during mass because you wanted to shift a class's fan, that did not even belong to our class in the first place, and second, we should be appreciative that we need not die at the bloody sahara of a festival court, why ask for more. Just reflect on what you've done okay. I'm not pointing fingers here (except the Sylvie part) but really, we're already sec 4s now don't you think we should register what the teachers are actually trying to tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, thank you for FINALLY listening to Bird although some of your attitudes towards the way she spoke to you wasn't exactly pleasing (hey. it was a last resort, I tried to tell you all TWICE already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah finally let it all out. And you know what's the worst part of today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GAINED 3 KG! ARGH DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-531375268334122673?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/531375268334122673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=531375268334122673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/531375268334122673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/531375268334122673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-wah.html' title='Wah wah!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6726714060371158258</id><published>2007-06-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T03:26:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepessss!</title><content type='html'>HAD FUN! :D much much fun! Went out with besties today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met debbie and maxine and 7.30 and trained to tanjong pagar to meet Jolenaaaaaaaaa! And we walked to the Creperie! Ordered like, a whole buncha stuff. And I had my virgin escargot. :D:D:D SNAILS = YUMMY. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had onion soup too. I tried the mushroom (debbie's and jolena's) and it was thick and creamy and shiok. Mine was really herb-y and nice. And it was topped with a piece of bread and cheese and god, I didn't know cheese and onions went that well together. That was appetisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto main course, each of us ordered a dish and we went around. We had different types of fillings. One with onion, cheese and bacon with cream. One with prawns, mussels and squid with cream too (debbie's not a big fan of seafood, sad). And the last was a mix of mushrooms which was damn good. Since debbie decided it wasn't enough for her, maxine ordered salmon pate and a ham, cheese and egg crepe. Good. Debbie apparently is addicted to alcohol so we shall all just enrol her to alcoholics anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, we even had a round of desserts. Everyone had crepes with different toppings. Xyne had rum and raisin ice cream with chocolate sauce and chestnut cream. Jolena had vanilla ice cream and caramalised pear and whatnot (I can't really remember). Mine was chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce sprinkled with cocoa powder. Debbie was best. Blood orange sorbet FLAMBEED okay. I can't really spell but it's pronounced as florm-bay-ed. And omg it was so damn cool. When we were done, I requested to like, sit down and chat for a while because I was so full, I felt like as if I was gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while they were making our crepes, we went to the kitchen (it was built in such a way, like those takopachi stores you see in the basements, so we could watch how our food was being cooked) and watched in amazement like small little kids, and only returning back to the table for our food when the waiter had to chase us back to our tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so, in the midst of our chit chat, Debbie let out, what was deemed the most unholy in the bible of fine dining, and much to the whole restaurant's shock and horror, one of her infamous loud burps. Maxine and I let out a horrified "OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" and without wasting a second, hid our faces in our palms bent over the table. The lady sitting diagonally across me stared at me like as if I was the one who had let out that sinful belch. I felt like melting into the crevices of the wooden floor right there and then. I think debbie was trying to comfort herself by asking which culture was it that allowed loud burps after a meal. Whatever it was, the god of fine dining would've just shot a lightning bolt right through her no matter how much she tried to comfort herself. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch too much anthony bourdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to the bar to chit chat, and have Max's mom to talk to us too. Debbie got to sample all the different alcohols and we just sat there chewing on caramel bars. And chit chat and laughed some more. And debbie told me stuff that made me feel so embarrassed, I wanted to bury my head into the ground like an ostrich. Then maxine and I were checking out this french guy but he had a pretty girlfriend so never mind. Then this group of french guys came down. And a guy in a red shirt came up to me and rambled on and on in french (but damn was he so cute) then he asked me "do you know how to speak french?". Obviously I didn't. Hurhur I also saw hookers walking by. hahaha Maxine says I'm sociable okay whatever. But today was fun yo! Maxine's mom even sent me home omg I swear maxine's mom is sooooooooooooo damn cool and pretty. And she speaks french fluently and it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should stop rambling. PS, I Love You made me cry. Finished reading it and cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My darling Holly,&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know where you are or when&lt;br /&gt;exactly you are reading this. I just hope that&lt;br /&gt;my letter has found you safe and healthy. You&lt;br /&gt;whispered to me not long ago that you couldn't&lt;br /&gt;go on alone. You can, Holly.&lt;br /&gt;      You are strong and brave and you can get&lt;br /&gt;through this. We shared some beautiful times&lt;br /&gt;together and you made my life. . . you made&lt;br /&gt;my life. I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;      But I am just a chapter in your life - there&lt;br /&gt;will be many more. Remember our wonderful&lt;br /&gt;memories, but please don't be afraid to make&lt;br /&gt;some more.&lt;br /&gt;      Thank you for doing me the honour of&lt;br /&gt;being my wife. For everything, I am eternally&lt;br /&gt;grateful.&lt;br /&gt;      Whenever you need me, know that I am&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;      Love forever,&lt;br /&gt;      Your husband and best friend,&lt;br /&gt;      Gerry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PS. I love you, Holly, and I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; you love me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need my belongings to remember me&lt;br /&gt;by, you don't need to keep them as proof that&lt;br /&gt;I existed or still exist in your mind. You don't&lt;br /&gt;need to wear my sweater to feel me around&lt;br /&gt;you; I'm already here. . . &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; wrapping&lt;br /&gt;my arms around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Holly,&lt;br /&gt;      I hope you're having a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;You're looking wonderful in that bikini, by the&lt;br /&gt;way! I hope I picked the right place for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's where you and I almost went for our&lt;br /&gt;honeymoon, remember? Well, I'm glad you&lt;br /&gt;got to see it in the end. . .&lt;br /&gt;      Apparently, if you stand at the very end&lt;br /&gt;of the beach near the rocks across from your&lt;br /&gt;apartment, and look around the corner to the&lt;br /&gt;left, you'll see a lighthouse. I'm told that's&lt;br /&gt;where the dolphins gather. . . not many&lt;br /&gt;people know that. I know you love dolphins&lt;br /&gt;. . . tell them I said hi. . .&lt;br /&gt;      PS. I love you, Holly. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were a million places I refused to go to when Maureen died. We used to go for walks in the Botanical Gardens every Sunday and I just couldn't go there anymore after I lost her. There were a million little memories contained in every flower and tree that grew in there. The bench we used to sit on, her favourite tree, her favourite rose garden - just everything about it reminded me of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as they reached the dance floor the song ended and Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight' began. . . She had only ever danced with Gerry to this song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open&lt;br /&gt;your heart and follow where it leads you. . .&lt;br /&gt;and remember, shoot for the moon. . .&lt;br /&gt;      PS. I will always love you. . .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought long and hard about what to write for this last message. Tears filled his eyes as he placed the fullstop beside the sentence; he kissed the page, wrapped it in the envelope and hid it back in the shoebox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole claims "Where Rainbows End" is her life story, "PS I love you" is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6726714060371158258?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6726714060371158258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6726714060371158258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6726714060371158258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6726714060371158258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/crepessss.html' title='Crepessss!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6249517349432485618</id><published>2007-06-23T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:39:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca ah...</title><content type='html'>Becky ah, you so brightened up my morning. I wasn't in the mood to post thus the lack of words the past few days. But your blog fucking cracked me up so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnwWrzNufrI/AAAAAAAABZs/zM-Ho5nofDw/s1600-h/WTH!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078959421505044146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnwWrzNufrI/AAAAAAAABZs/zM-Ho5nofDw/s320/WTH!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I had to rip this off you but I laughed really loudly, I accidentally woke my family up. HAHA. Only Chrystal and Adlin look normal here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way becks, I want a tofu man! :D Gimme one! :DDDDD Where to buy ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6249517349432485618?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6249517349432485618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6249517349432485618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6249517349432485618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6249517349432485618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/rebecca-ah.html' title='Rebecca ah...'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnwWrzNufrI/AAAAAAAABZs/zM-Ho5nofDw/s72-c/WTH!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3670727677169374729</id><published>2007-06-21T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:03:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice</title><content type='html'>I'm losing my voice and I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3670727677169374729?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3670727677169374729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3670727677169374729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3670727677169374729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3670727677169374729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/voice.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7702021927317150621</id><published>2007-06-20T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:33:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RniZCzNuflI/AAAAAAAABY8/QTLGsGHlenM/s1600-h/NEH"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077976853246803538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RniZCzNuflI/AAAAAAAABY8/QTLGsGHlenM/s320/NEH%27S+CAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa I hope you don't mind me ripping but I think your cat is like... KICKASS! Cute innite? Everyone meet Sugar, Van's MALE ragdoll (I know you're all still trying to link Sugar with Male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3zNufqI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZvP84ZIXUyE/s1600-h/P1020759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983261338009250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3zNufqI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZvP84ZIXUyE/s320/P1020759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes me wanna talk about my own cat. I think animals have like, an extra sense or something. My dad told me that when I stepped out of the house, my cat did not show herself for the next 2 nights. When I went into my room (which was darker than usual, giving it an oddly depressing feel - I think someone's been sleeping in my room while I was away) threw my stuff down and crawled into bed to lie down, my cat came into my room, jumped on the bed and like a little kid, took her place beside my body and we just laid there. I love my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's finally back from their holidays cause next week, we're back in school, something I am not looking forward to because I've been telling myself to do my homework during the chalet but in the end I didn't. And let me tell you all the happy news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIEND'S BACK FROM THE OTHER END OF THE WORLD AND I'M SO KICKASS HAPPY! KICK ASS HAPPY! Gave her 13 missed calls within a span of minutes. I know she's suffering from jet lag but I do not give a shit (okay maybe I do) because right now, I just want her to call me back really quickly, she might think 10 missed calls might mean something urgent. Speaking of europe, thank you Claud-ler, Kaixin, Jolene and Alicia for your really beautiful disney presents from europe. I got on a disney high man, my chip and dale blanket, disney poker card, pooh towel and presents signalled everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie2zNufmI/AAAAAAAABZE/N2qiJChOPsc/s1600-h/P1020733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983244158140002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie2zNufmI/AAAAAAAABZE/N2qiJChOPsc/s320/P1020733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie was the ultimate mummyyyyy. And I sort of had a mummy-ish moment with her by sitting on the kitchen counter and she cleaning up the kitchen and stuff. She cooked for us too. The food was damnnnnnnnnn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3DNufnI/AAAAAAAABZM/ZCbkk-Hf0vY/s1600-h/P1020738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983248453107314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3DNufnI/AAAAAAAABZM/ZCbkk-Hf0vY/s320/P1020738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had fun barbecue-ing while Nicole and I sat aside and watched the world go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3TNufoI/AAAAAAAABZU/U23U-bbPv6s/s1600-h/P1020751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983252748074626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3TNufoI/AAAAAAAABZU/U23U-bbPv6s/s320/P1020751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's flops, and Kwan Yee's extraded shoes. (I know you think my teal+brown slippers are cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3jNufpI/AAAAAAAABZc/0_TjipKJisA/s1600-h/P1020758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983257043041938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rnie3jNufpI/AAAAAAAABZc/0_TjipKJisA/s320/P1020758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a go at pool, taught claudia how to also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chalet stay was a rollercoaster ride. First day, went with Bird and Nicole via shuttle and we went to bungalow 40, only to find a malay family inside, which was quite odd because all the people who went were all chinese, or part chinese. So we called only to find out it was at bungalow 2. And so we trudged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we put our stuff down in the unoccupied room and the 3 of us jumped into the comfy queen sized bed together. Talked nonsense till it was about time for Nic to go. When she left, Birdy and I went to have a game of pool. When we were done, we came back to the chalet and sat around/played mahjong/played PS2/watched tv. Ordered macs cause we were hungry. So when we were done eating Bird and I went outside for a walk and then went up to the room to talk some more since we were bored. Bird = ultimate bitch really. She scared me, tickled me and made me scream. She even pinned me down and tickled me! ULTIMATE BITCH RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came down to play drinking games and I forgotten what happened after that. I only remembered needing to run to the toilet a few times cause I felt dizzy and needed to puke. I also remembered that Nicole thought I had died in the shower, hahaha. I napped for a while and woke up around 2 and watched them play PS2 and everything. Stayed up the whole morning. At around 7 plus Ivana and I were the only ones awake and we walked all the way till the main road, half screaming our asses off because we saw spiders, and even 1 the height of probably your middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to changi village hawker centre and bought food. There were many pretty cats around and we saw transvestites. Even 1 of them farted at Ivana and I think that's super hilarious. Cabbed back to the chalet and everyone was still out cold. Ivana went to puke cause she felt dizzy, and I was there to make sure she didn't fall in love with the toilet bowl and decided to hug it. After that she decided she needed a nap so I took my PS I love you and sat on the kitchen counter to read. It was oddly comforting and I was crying my way through the book, which kinda made Ivana curious so she came into the kitchen to check on me. After a while she went back to sleep and Jolene called me to pick her up (she thought it was bungalow 40 too) and I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that everybody came down for breakfast! I think. I spent the day reading more of the book, watching people play. Played mahjong and bridge and lady luck was on my side cause I won quite a number of times. Sat on the kitchen countertop again and watched the world go by. When it was time for bbq Ivana chased Nicole and I out of the kitchen and the both of us went to the beach to play. Came back, watched tv (on birth of animals, Bird was grossed out), squatted around. Then went to play a game of pool with kaixin, jolene and claudia. Came back and got chased by Ivana and Bird cause they wanted to scare me with a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around. Watched people play spongebob monopoly. 'Twas fun. Sat on kitchen countertop again talking to debbie. When they were done with their monopoly played drinking games. And I think I was out cold after that. I remember being in the kitchen though. Shivered while sleeping I thought I was dead or something. Then in the morning someone woke us up and I was pretty reluctant. I asked Nic why did the person wake us up. She said we needed to check out and I was like, oh, and got out of bed. Packed and then we left. Ivana gave me and nicole a lift to tampines and I took the bus home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now, tired and all. Eyes swollen from lack of sleep. I caught 23 planes according to Nicole. Okay okay I don't want to try to remember anything because I'm supersuper tired. I refuse to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got hungover? NOT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I love you still babe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7702021927317150621?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7702021927317150621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7702021927317150621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7702021927317150621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7702021927317150621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RniZCzNuflI/AAAAAAAABY8/QTLGsGHlenM/s72-c/NEH%27S+CAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2436241738366286910</id><published>2007-06-18T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:28:56.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>I'll return by the 20th. Till then, don't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I won't be picking up jolena from the airport. I don't even know her flight timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2436241738366286910?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2436241738366286910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2436241738366286910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2436241738366286910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2436241738366286910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3106704461757553619</id><published>2007-06-17T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:03:07.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchained Melody</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhhhhhhh my loveeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;My darlinggggggggggggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing unchained melody the whole day. Oh my god it's such a sweet touching love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER 2 DAYS TILL BESTIE RETURNS OMG OMG OMG I CANNOT WAIT I'M AT THE EDGE OF MY SEAT I WONDER WHAT SHE GOT FOR ME I HOPE IT'S A CUTE EUROPEAN GUY HEEEHEEEHEEE I'M JUST KIDDING I DON'T REALLY EXPECT HER TO GET ME ANYTHING BECAUSE I ONLY WANT MY BESTIE BACK THE MOST. &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha a funny thought came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to unchained melody (yes it's on repeat) hahaha then it's so lovey dovey it reminds me of a gondola ride. Then since bestie's in europe I'm imagining her in one with *cough* her art teacher HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SO FUNNY! Then some more the song was playing loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE! BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE! I think she'll laugh at me when she sees my hair. HAHAHAHAHA :D BESTIE IF YOU'RE READING THIS (which I doubt so cause your journey back to singapore is most likely starting today) I REALLY REALLY MISS YOU OKAY AND I'VE CRIED SO MUCH LORRRRRRRRR. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3106704461757553619?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3106704461757553619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3106704461757553619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3106704461757553619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3106704461757553619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/unchained-melody.html' title='Unchained Melody'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4616000872081494917</id><published>2007-06-17T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:07:55.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTPQjNufjI/AAAAAAAABYs/NSeeOxg5tk4/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910563191062066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTPQjNufjI/AAAAAAAABYs/NSeeOxg5tk4/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTPQjNufkI/AAAAAAAABY0/d_MKz8jc9MI/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910563191062082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTPQjNufkI/AAAAAAAABY0/d_MKz8jc9MI/s320/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9DNufeI/AAAAAAAABYE/hfikKbFlsVo/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910228183612898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9DNufeI/AAAAAAAABYE/hfikKbFlsVo/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9TNuffI/AAAAAAAABYM/YsRl2MBcars/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910232478580210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9TNuffI/AAAAAAAABYM/YsRl2MBcars/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9jNufhI/AAAAAAAABYc/0EyWHkcFL0Y/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910236773547538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9jNufhI/AAAAAAAABYc/0EyWHkcFL0Y/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9zNufiI/AAAAAAAABYk/31V1yKvrqIU/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910241068514850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTO9zNufiI/AAAAAAAABYk/31V1yKvrqIU/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small asian eyes rule! So much for sleeping in during the holidays. Oh man I realised I'm getting quite lazy to blog. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tomorrow till wed then BESTIE RETURNS! I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way don't forget to wish your fathers a VERY HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4616000872081494917?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4616000872081494917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4616000872081494917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4616000872081494917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4616000872081494917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnTPQjNufjI/AAAAAAAABYs/NSeeOxg5tk4/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3491555590095635965</id><published>2007-06-16T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:22:18.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a party!</title><content type='html'>Okay okay shoutout to all those who had their birthdays the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIFFY (11th)! DAWN (13th)! KIMBERLY (15th)! HUILING (16th, today)! Have a rocking sweet sixteenth ya'll! Don't do anything I wouldn't do cause well, you guys aren't protected by the law anymore. -smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesserday Kim called me to ask me whether I was going to her party. Turns out, I haven't received the invite she sent out that's why I didn't know until the last minute. So being free for the day I said okay, I'll go over. Started off with a game of pool or 2. I was flying solo after a while because people felt I didn't need a partner while they did (it's alright I still beat tiffany anyways. P: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFtzNuesI/AAAAAAAABR0/x_1CZ5NraYk/s1600-h/131716787l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548226865068738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFtzNuesI/AAAAAAAABR0/x_1CZ5NraYk/s320/131716787l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My swollen asian eyes, pretty birthday girl and game buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuDNuetI/AAAAAAAABR8/XKOXWkRWE60/s1600-h/140467332l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548231160036050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuDNuetI/AAAAAAAABR8/XKOXWkRWE60/s320/140467332l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuDNueuI/AAAAAAAABSE/4UCpx_V5Otk/s1600-h/P1020589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548231160036066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuDNueuI/AAAAAAAABSE/4UCpx_V5Otk/s320/P1020589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuTNuevI/AAAAAAAABSM/PRVQ_hSyg6I/s1600-h/P1020591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548235455003378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFuTNuevI/AAAAAAAABSM/PRVQ_hSyg6I/s320/P1020591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl you extra lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFujNuewI/AAAAAAAABSU/Krc66kpJnMw/s1600-h/P1020592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548239749970690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFujNuewI/AAAAAAAABSU/Krc66kpJnMw/s320/P1020592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a nest. But Becky looked like she was shitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGZzNuexI/AAAAAAAABSc/DsPYPpWeXuc/s1600-h/P1020593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548982779312914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGZzNuexI/AAAAAAAABSc/DsPYPpWeXuc/s320/P1020593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky, rip this photo for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGaTNueyI/AAAAAAAABSk/FHP9as-3gV4/s1600-h/P1020594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548991369247522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGaTNueyI/AAAAAAAABSk/FHP9as-3gV4/s320/P1020594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGaTNuezI/AAAAAAAABSs/SXBu4BPXRDU/s1600-h/P1020596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548991369247538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGaTNuezI/AAAAAAAABSs/SXBu4BPXRDU/s320/P1020596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGajNue0I/AAAAAAAABS0/fN-61quvzto/s1600-h/P1020597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548995664214850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGajNue0I/AAAAAAAABS0/fN-61quvzto/s320/P1020597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGazNue1I/AAAAAAAABS8/30OdLYsXQeY/s1600-h/P1020599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076548999959182162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOGazNue1I/AAAAAAAABS8/30OdLYsXQeY/s320/P1020599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Claire's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8DNue2I/AAAAAAAABTE/CciJenbM4rY/s1600-h/P1020605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076549571189832546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8DNue2I/AAAAAAAABTE/CciJenbM4rY/s320/P1020605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy has a talent, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8TNue3I/AAAAAAAABTM/MrE3EsN3guo/s1600-h/P1020606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076549575484799858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8TNue3I/AAAAAAAABTM/MrE3EsN3guo/s320/P1020606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our failure water bombs. They bursted after that. BUT THEY WERE HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8TNue4I/AAAAAAAABTU/1I5dMw_tmSM/s1600-h/P1020608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076549575484799874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8TNue4I/AAAAAAAABTU/1I5dMw_tmSM/s320/P1020608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8jNue5I/AAAAAAAABTc/k1eojQq2aTI/s1600-h/P1020612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076549579779767186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8jNue5I/AAAAAAAABTc/k1eojQq2aTI/s320/P1020612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8zNue6I/AAAAAAAABTk/4-73HF3DMXg/s1600-h/P1020613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076549584074734498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOG8zNue6I/AAAAAAAABTk/4-73HF3DMXg/s320/P1020613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH0jNue7I/AAAAAAAABTs/rOKjx5W_YrQ/s1600-h/P1020615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076550541852441522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH0jNue7I/AAAAAAAABTs/rOKjx5W_YrQ/s320/P1020615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076550546147408834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH0zNue8I/AAAAAAAABT0/EI-sMdWapz0/s320/P1020616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mimi, and our new friend Joy. I swear Joy's really cute! She makes me laugh so much omg hahaha she and her lameness. And she remembered me through the weirdest way. From results day cause of hahahaha a classmate's mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1DNue9I/AAAAAAAABT8/ISE-vY2kOMY/s1600-h/P1020617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076550550442376146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1DNue9I/AAAAAAAABT8/ISE-vY2kOMY/s320/P1020617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for guests we watched the beautiful sunset from the clubhouse's rooftop. It was nice. I missed imaginary friend right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1TNue-I/AAAAAAAABUE/i2FMLXTzOTc/s1600-h/P1020626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076550554737343458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1TNue-I/AAAAAAAABUE/i2FMLXTzOTc/s320/P1020626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin, Joyjoy and Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1jNue_I/AAAAAAAABUM/EUr2mfWkJOc/s1600-h/P1020627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076550559032310770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOH1jNue_I/AAAAAAAABUM/EUr2mfWkJOc/s320/P1020627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl and the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJKjNufAI/AAAAAAAABUU/hjMOoqj02Ro/s1600-h/P1020620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552019321191426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJKjNufAI/AAAAAAAABUU/hjMOoqj02Ro/s320/P1020620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I caught Claire cheating on me.... With Val. Which sucks. A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ4zNufFI/AAAAAAAABU8/SRZSzdnhiFI/s1600-h/P1020636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552813890141266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ4zNufFI/AAAAAAAABU8/SRZSzdnhiFI/s320/P1020636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEDNufPI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ss2_QOfjOEY/s1600-h/P1020656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076558504721808626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEDNufPI/AAAAAAAABWM/Ss2_QOfjOEY/s320/P1020656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I couldn't take it and started crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJKzNufBI/AAAAAAAABUc/fi9jHJVMLXs/s1600-h/P1020628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552023616158738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJKzNufBI/AAAAAAAABUc/fi9jHJVMLXs/s320/P1020628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left her immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I found Joy and Mimi. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLDNufCI/AAAAAAAABUk/52TmUQy7aMw/s1600-h/P1020630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552027911126050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLDNufCI/AAAAAAAABUk/52TmUQy7aMw/s320/P1020630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLDNufDI/AAAAAAAABUs/nufwisBQ4A4/s1600-h/P1020631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552027911126066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLDNufDI/AAAAAAAABUs/nufwisBQ4A4/s320/P1020631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLTNufEI/AAAAAAAABU0/YcGinmdR3BA/s1600-h/P1020634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552032206093378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJLTNufEI/AAAAAAAABU0/YcGinmdR3BA/s320/P1020634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had fun cam-whoring away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a funny story no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5DNufGI/AAAAAAAABVE/ZHz_vhUNj6c/s1600-h/P1020637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552818185108578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5DNufGI/AAAAAAAABVE/ZHz_vhUNj6c/s320/P1020637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5DNufHI/AAAAAAAABVM/7B_KdhoLg9o/s1600-h/P1020638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552818185108594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5DNufHI/AAAAAAAABVM/7B_KdhoLg9o/s320/P1020638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5TNufII/AAAAAAAABVU/IO_huLGr_rs/s1600-h/P1020639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552822480075906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5TNufII/AAAAAAAABVU/IO_huLGr_rs/s320/P1020639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5jNufJI/AAAAAAAABVc/fUPe6pauIYg/s1600-h/P1020646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076552826775043218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOJ5jNufJI/AAAAAAAABVc/fUPe6pauIYg/s320/P1020646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOONzNufKI/AAAAAAAABVk/NongNtGGYOA/s1600-h/P1020647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557572713905314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOONzNufKI/AAAAAAAABVk/NongNtGGYOA/s320/P1020647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to look tired from taking too many photos. haha didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOODNufLI/AAAAAAAABVs/PqVaOBXVv6M/s1600-h/P1020650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557577008872626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOODNufLI/AAAAAAAABVs/PqVaOBXVv6M/s320/P1020650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOTNufMI/AAAAAAAABV0/7uLFiYYqyfo/s1600-h/P1020653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557581303839938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOTNufMI/AAAAAAAABV0/7uLFiYYqyfo/s320/P1020653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to peel a prawn for Mimi. I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOTNufNI/AAAAAAAABV8/jFhZr5ifVXQ/s1600-h/P1020654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557581303839954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOTNufNI/AAAAAAAABV8/jFhZr5ifVXQ/s320/P1020654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed my manicured nails. ))): I'm not going to do this for anybody else because I owe Mimi a lot for being a friend! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOjNufOI/AAAAAAAABWE/SP3d5YBRd8g/s1600-h/P1020655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557585598807266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOOOjNufOI/AAAAAAAABWE/SP3d5YBRd8g/s320/P1020655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPETNufQI/AAAAAAAABWU/EFXcYa_n2N4/s1600-h/P1020658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076558509016775938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPETNufQI/AAAAAAAABWU/EFXcYa_n2N4/s320/P1020658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPETNufRI/AAAAAAAABWc/DnAuR3SUnmM/s1600-h/P1020661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076558509016775954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPETNufRI/AAAAAAAABWc/DnAuR3SUnmM/s320/P1020661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY NAILSSSSSS! ):" "Prawn prawn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEjNufSI/AAAAAAAABWk/EOEi3geUCuE/s1600-h/P1020663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076558513311743266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEjNufSI/AAAAAAAABWk/EOEi3geUCuE/s320/P1020663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEzNufTI/AAAAAAAABWs/cqvUrU9Sb64/s1600-h/P1020665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076558517606710578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPEzNufTI/AAAAAAAABWs/cqvUrU9Sb64/s320/P1020665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you wondered why I painted my nails like that, When you put 2 fingers together, it's supposed to form a heart. Yes I did everything myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPqzNufUI/AAAAAAAABW0/KJT0TCWdB3Y/s1600-h/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076559170441739586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPqzNufUI/AAAAAAAABW0/KJT0TCWdB3Y/s320/P1020670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIFFY YOU UNGLAM YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrDNufVI/AAAAAAAABW8/u9wfgavilV4/s1600-h/P1020671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076559174736706898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrDNufVI/AAAAAAAABW8/u9wfgavilV4/s320/P1020671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076559174736706914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrDNufWI/AAAAAAAABXE/jIx73L77YxQ/s320/P1020672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrTNufXI/AAAAAAAABXM/JYsEIMndtw0/s1600-h/P1020673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076559179031674226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrTNufXI/AAAAAAAABXM/JYsEIMndtw0/s320/P1020673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrjNufYI/AAAAAAAABXU/4l5tVwFd_Tc/s1600-h/P1020674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076559183326641538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOPrjNufYI/AAAAAAAABXU/4l5tVwFd_Tc/s320/P1020674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyjNufZI/AAAAAAAABXc/1XEAaAMXHi4/s1600-h/P1020678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076560403097353618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyjNufZI/AAAAAAAABXc/1XEAaAMXHi4/s320/P1020678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyzNufaI/AAAAAAAABXk/0iUu7M0CsWM/s1600-h/P1020680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076560407392320930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyzNufaI/AAAAAAAABXk/0iUu7M0CsWM/s320/P1020680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lin, Mimi and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyzNufbI/AAAAAAAABXs/aO9F9y4ku9A/s1600-h/P1020681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076560407392320946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQyzNufbI/AAAAAAAABXs/aO9F9y4ku9A/s320/P1020681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like the pic. Mimi splashed me with water. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQzDNufcI/AAAAAAAABX0/ashdLTJVOLU/s1600-h/P1020685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076560411687288258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQzDNufcI/AAAAAAAABX0/ashdLTJVOLU/s320/P1020685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lights. It actually changes colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQzTNufdI/AAAAAAAABX8/lhCylSDCnmg/s1600-h/P1020704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076560415982255570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOQzTNufdI/AAAAAAAABX8/lhCylSDCnmg/s320/P1020704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures but I'm too lazy to upload. Anyways a week left to the holidays. Please let it stop raining I wanna go cut my hair. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your homework people! 4 days till bestie returns and imaginary friend should be home by tomorrow. :D I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3491555590095635965?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3491555590095635965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3491555590095635965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3491555590095635965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3491555590095635965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-party.html' title='It&apos;s a party!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnOFtzNuesI/AAAAAAAABR0/x_1CZ5NraYk/s72-c/131716787l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4682741160845622346</id><published>2007-06-14T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:31:48.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>right now, I can clearly proclaim that I have mountain biked through rough terrain, clearly enjoyed myself, and am looking forward to doing more adventurous stuff and getting injured at the same time. I especially want to get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom dragged me out of bed at 11 plus in the morning omg I was groaning and showing my temper cause I was so damn reluctant to get out of bed. When I finally did, I was like thinking "argh fuck I'm going to some ulu place I'd most unlikely bump into anybody there." and just anyhow drew my eyebrows, wore mismatched clothes with my sports bra showing, I wouldn't be surprised if someone came up to me and said "you look like a 14th century slut clown" even though I know such things do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it sucks cause I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the jetty, the first person I bumped into was Olivia, Debbie's cousin. Oh man and she ended up taking the same bumboat as us. We reached Ubin, said bye to her and my family and I headed for lunch at some nearby restaurant. Nothing swanky though. When we were done with lunch we borrowed bikes and went cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the island was like, TP-owned or something. TP-ers everywhere! Well, I did not only bump into Olivia, while checking out the quarry rocks that were shaped like the Goddess Of Mercy, this whole bunch of TP-ers came up in front of me and I overheard one guy telling the other "Oei you pray before you take photo, not you take photo then pray.". The latter then prayed and when he turned around I was like "Hey! You're... you're... -tries to recall name. You're the guy who facilitated my group during camp!". And he gave me this puzzled look. And I continued "That time when SAC had a camp in tp! You facilitated my group!". And he finally didn't give me the look that I was some insane idiot trying to talk nonsense and said "oh yeah! you're sec 4 this year right?" etc etc and he carried on asking what was I doing in Pulau Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't recall his name until after he was like, gone. His name is Timothy! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw cool stuff in Pulau Ubin. Okay actually it was boring at first cycling on the normal road. When we got to something similar to a "dead end", we brought our bikes down to the beach, found a small dirt path and cycled along it. (it came with the risk of falling off the side of the really small dirt path and then injuring yourself in some pit with rocks) and we reached somewhat like "the end of the beach", okay, we kinda reached the forested area already. Then there was this little shack selling drinks (haha, selling beer in the middle of the forest) and around this little shack, there was a fish pond, a cage with bunnies (omg so cute and small! I want a bunny too. ): ), and a pen with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FUCKING WILD BOAR! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously goddam amusing. Then brother was taking photos. When all of a sudden the boar just charged towards us and even though it was a solid brick and cement pen it's grunt was so scary I yelped in fear! We then befriended a family with 2 young boys. And we carried on our journey together. We cycled on rough terrain it was like, so camp-corri-2006-taman-negara-ish cause it was like, a dense forest with very very rough and steep dirt paths. And I saw how rubber is being tapped. After the whole cycle through the forest thing we made our way to the beach (well, it was by total accident so yeah) and went through more rough terrain, saw a few quarries and it was like, so scary. Cause the way the water travels outwards is so rough and dam-like. And yeah, I even remembered saying this to my mother... "Man, even kayaking during camp wasn't half this adventurous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break at the beach and befriended more people. There was even this cute little puppy named Bingo! His owner brought him there and damn he's sooooooo cute. (By the way I saw huge ants on the beach, not cute). And we went on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then came to a T-junction and dad asked whether we wanted to go straight ahead, to the jetty, or turn left to some temple thing. Mom started whining okay. SHE WHINED AND WHINED AND WHINED in front of the 2 TP-ers assigned to the T-junction. I was like "haiyah let's go to the temple lah" and we went! AND ON THE WAY I SAW OLIVIA CYLING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION HAHAHA IT WAS FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like HEY OLIVIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;And she was like HEY THERESSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! and we were both waving frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made a final stop at the viewing place for the Goddess of Mercy rock formation thinggum. My family saw an iguana and I didn't. )))): Then we made our way back to the jetty and mom was whining and complaining so much okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ordered a durian and after eating, we took his friend's bumboat back along with this group of Anglican scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD DROVE US HOME AND DAMN THAT WAS ONE GREAT ADVENTURE! I'm actually quite tired now. But my butt aches though. )))))): Like real bad. When I say rough terrain, I really mean rough terrain. And I got an earful from mummy. She thinks I'm suffering from an eating disorder and she scolded me when I said I felt queasy and sick, like gastric or something. But I think it was food poisoning or something cause well, I can touch quite a lot of stuff and then put my fingers in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I saw this kitty at the jetty! IT WAS SOOOOOOOOO ADORABLE! I wanted to bring it back to the mainland. Hahaha. And back at the mainland jetty, we saw this bumboat, with 2 cats lazing on in. It was really adorable I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures cause I didn't carry any form of camera on me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4682741160845622346?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4682741160845622346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4682741160845622346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4682741160845622346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4682741160845622346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/pulau-ubin.html' title='Pulau Ubin'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4355922879012951269</id><published>2007-06-14T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:45:59.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell</title><content type='html'>SURE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, Bird and I playing minesweeper flags. I already won 2 games out of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;let me win first can?&lt;br /&gt;at least once(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;next game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;this game lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;i cant catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;got 23 hidden flags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;omg just frigging click alr&lt;br /&gt;i'm purposely losing here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;oh my god i feel so loser anyhow clicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;FASTER LAH!&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;how the hell are you playing man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;when i said i didnt know how to play i meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;faster lah&lt;br /&gt;even to lose is a slow and painful process -.-"&lt;br /&gt;(teaches bird how to play)&lt;br /&gt;never mind if losing is a fast process&lt;br /&gt;like, I know I'm losing, and it's a quick lose&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL I'M LOSING AND IT'S SO SLOW AND TORMENTING!&lt;br /&gt;what the shit is this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;i anyhow pressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;(bombs a large area)&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;haha we battle&lt;br /&gt;see who can find the last flag&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnBErTNueqI/AAAAAAAABRk/3SeOW6Nh_9Y/s1600-h/HAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075632290729458338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnBErTNueqI/AAAAAAAABRk/3SeOW6Nh_9Y/s320/HAHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THIS IS SO FUCKING FUN!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHERE THE LAST FLAG IS!&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;THIS GAME IS HARD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHERE IS THE LAST FLAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;BEG FOR FRICKING MERCY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;BEG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;IF I LOSE WE'RE GONA PLAY ONE MORE SO I CAN WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHERE'S THE LAST FLAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;fuck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;i think i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S MY TURN NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;dont press it!&lt;br /&gt;dont do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING BEG FOR MERCY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MAKING ME LAUGH A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;let bird win ONE and only ONE game!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU PLAY WITH ME ONE MORE AFTER THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;DOE WAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;then let bird win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;bird, i'm sorry, you know i fucking love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;BIRD!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;-SHOOTS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnBErjNuerI/AAAAAAAABRs/TgLLDL9M2DQ/s1600-h/HAHA1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075632295024425650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnBErjNuerI/AAAAAAAABRs/TgLLDL9M2DQ/s320/HAHA1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;I'LL RESIGN THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;at least i guessed right&lt;br /&gt;fine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;i was actually about to let you win&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly remembered all the times you were being such a fucker&lt;br /&gt;like throwing cockroaches and all&lt;br /&gt;i knew i had to show no mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird(::&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanne* keep:&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOH I'M SO SCARED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me laughing the whole morning. And maxine's description of her cat made me laugh out damn loud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my cat is a survival idiot. i think she lost all her instincts already, she doesn't even fight back when something provokes her n stuff"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4355922879012951269?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4355922879012951269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4355922879012951269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4355922879012951269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4355922879012951269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hell.html' title='What the hell'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RnBErTNueqI/AAAAAAAABRk/3SeOW6Nh_9Y/s72-c/HAHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5421348293247865721</id><published>2007-06-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:18:10.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/fantastic_four__rise_of_the_silver_surfer/silversurfer_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/fantastic_four__rise_of_the_silver_surfer/silversurfer_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fulfilling. I'm quite PMS-y now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt pretty reluctant to get out of bed. Nicole and I met late. We shopped around for a black blouse for her. Talked a whole lot of nonsense. We went to outfitters and I really really want a dress. Nicole took a long time to settle on which denim shorties she wants to buy. While she was at it I want the $99 puma jacket that looks so damn nice. ): I need a partner. ))): Basically all in all, I tried clothes =  sort of window shopping. I lost my Aldo shades on the way though but THANK GOD nicole found it (cause I left the mall already and she hadn't) and she's helping me keep it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girl-boxers! I stole them from my mom and they were so cute. When I came home I couldn't resist but to walk around my room in it. I couldn't possibly walk around the house because I have scars that would make my mom question me. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with Mimi, we went to her place where she gave me like, a lot of her old bags. She gave me an adidas handbag, an adidas sling, a purse, an adidas tote and a roxy tote. Yes I put a bag in a bag in a bag and walked around town with a bag containing 4 bags (including my clutch). She lent me her P.S I Love You. After going around begging many people I've finally found the book! And she has the "Nineteen Minutes" which I really really really want to borrow. And she gave me a small packet of this snack stuff that her grandmama makes for me to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in Mimi's room talking to her. I just laid on her bed feeling really calm while she sat on her sister's watching me rant and rant and rant. Then Mimi let me read this old old old letter which I wrote to her last year, she was telling me she always reads it when she's feeling down, and she always feels okay after that. I couldn't remember what I wrote, I just had to check it out. And while reading, I'm not trying to praise myself here, but I would cry if someone wrote the same thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I left to meet up with bestie, cause her dad gave her 2 free tickets to watch Fantastic 4. Met up with her at somerset, window shopped and wanted a lot of things. Omg. And looking at bestie's hairdo makes me wanna go for a really really short crop too. We went to Cineleisure at 7.25, thinking we were on time. When we reached we realised we went to the WRONG THEATRE! So we rushed our asses down to the Cathay near Plaza Sing there. Thank god for Nicole, though I wasn't quite sure what she meant by the back of Plaza Sing (we almost ended up at the carpark) and after asking the information counter lady (who pointed to golden village above and when we said CATHAY, she totally ignored us and asked her colleague loudly where's Chakia -or whatever his name is- and we thought she was asking for help but apparently she was asking where this other colleague of hers is, who is on MC), and then asking a security card (he pointed the way! YAY!), we finally managed to find our way. We arrived in the theatre at around 8 plus! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the crackers Mimi gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were done, we tried window shopping some more (it's really heartbreaking when you're broke). Found this brazilian wax parlour and we were greatly amused. Bought ice lemon tea and got damn high on the way back to the MRT station. Maxine thinks I'm the ultimate bimbo too. I spotted 2 outfitters dress, named their prices roughly, spotted an Isetan dress and named the price roughly too. And she just laughed at me. Both of us then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home, I became ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL moody. I was feeling weird. I watched Disney Channel to make me feel better and caught Alice In Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy very unbirthday!&lt;br /&gt;To who?&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyhey do you know it's my unbirthday today! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna know why I'm so sad? I don't know either ): My best friend's halfway around the world enjoying artsy fart cute european guys at the bienalle (sp?). Angel's in bangkok enjoying shopping. And I read this on Chantel's blog it made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P/s. Theresse, ice cream date soon okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still thinks of me, I'm touched. I'm growing fatter by the minute. ): I have busybusy holidays. )))): I don't know gahhhhhhhhhhh. I miss all of them really really badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5421348293247865721?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5421348293247865721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5421348293247865721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5421348293247865721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5421348293247865721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-4.html' title='Fantastic 4!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1485612788298053887</id><published>2007-06-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:34:08.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORKKKK</title><content type='html'>And you thought I'd be saying stuff like "I've completed this!". Yeah total bullshit. I haven't even picked up a pen, let alone recall what homework there is. Yes I haven't started on a single one. And yes I am going to fail my o levels. You got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather attitude-ish right now. I haven't been in the best of moods and I'm seriously not in the mood to please anybody. Unless you're sucking up to me first then asking for a favour, I'd most likely comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Monday night crying a teeny weeny bit cause I've been missing my best friend, and I sent her a message today but she didn't reply. Which is really making me sad. I've had this huge craving for ice cream, like how a werewolf craves for blood. Yes I'm that sick and demented. Oh while walking home the other day, I saw a salamander. It was gross. It looked like a snake with legs. And it crawled towards me and past me. Only when it was gone did I realise I was actually holding my breath. I'm freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg there's only 1 week left to the semester break. This sucks. Gotta start planning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, I GAINED A KILO! FUCKING SUCKS YO! ):&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1485612788298053887?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1485612788298053887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1485612788298053887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1485612788298053887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1485612788298053887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/homeworkkkk.html' title='HOMEWORKKKK'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-795209169531266497</id><published>2007-06-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:48:16.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Whisperer</title><content type='html'>Okay okay better start blogging about my whole weekend (despite having this huge headache now) if not Chantel's going to kick my bum. ): She's one controlling temperamental bitch. hahaha KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to debbie's place and immediately embarked on our Ghost Whisperer marathon because she couldn't find the Prisonbreak Episode that I wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087DNuedI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZWnQcCji7rk/s1600-h/P1020521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074779340289243602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087DNuedI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZWnQcCji7rk/s320/P1020521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ruffles yannoe? the wasabi chips in the backgroun tastes so damn disgusting up till now I'm still wondering how my skinny bestie manages to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087DNueeI/AAAAAAAABQE/74L_9YueCNo/s1600-h/P1020522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074779340289243618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087DNueeI/AAAAAAAABQE/74L_9YueCNo/s320/P1020522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie's cheeeeeeeeeeeeezels and my Ice apple tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm086zNuecI/AAAAAAAABP0/SwTfzstId8Q/s1600-h/P1020519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074779335994276290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm086zNuecI/AAAAAAAABP0/SwTfzstId8Q/s320/P1020519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out TKGS's cute doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087TNuefI/AAAAAAAABQM/hb_TdbPMEYY/s1600-h/P1020523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074779344584210930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087TNuefI/AAAAAAAABQM/hb_TdbPMEYY/s320/P1020523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie "see the tkgs doll"&lt;br /&gt;me "OMG HOW COME IT'S A BUTCH?!"&lt;br /&gt;apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like what, 8 episodes debbie decided to answer the call of nature (not her bladder, her stomach) by suggesting we make a trip down to Icekimo for some ice cream in the evening. That was all the way in Bishan. WTF?! And we called bestie to join us. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left in the evening, took a train down to Bishan, had dinner of tako balls and then off we went to Icekimo! Where we had oh so goddam good ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-DzNuehI/AAAAAAAABQc/0e3qk2_l51I/s1600-h/P1020530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074780590124726802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-DzNuehI/AAAAAAAABQc/0e3qk2_l51I/s320/P1020530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie's blueberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-FTNueiI/AAAAAAAABQk/Pmbe7GJdL4k/s1600-h/P1020539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074780615894530594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-FTNueiI/AAAAAAAABQk/Pmbe7GJdL4k/s320/P1020539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;And maxine had a jasmine green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-GzNuejI/AAAAAAAABQs/k0YPL87uY64/s1600-h/P1020541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074780641664334386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-GzNuejI/AAAAAAAABQs/k0YPL87uY64/s320/P1020541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think guys wearing pink aprons are hot!" -Maxine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-CTNuegI/AAAAAAAABQU/8fo13tWeDAg/s1600-h/P1020529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074780564354923010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-CTNuegI/AAAAAAAABQU/8fo13tWeDAg/s320/P1020529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-ITNuekI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d3e8u2Q5qy8/s1600-h/P1020542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074780667434138178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0-ITNuekI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d3e8u2Q5qy8/s320/P1020542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was saying that my boyfriend should propose with a plate of that, with a "will you marry me" written in chocolate sauce or something sweet. SO SWEEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_fjNuelI/AAAAAAAABQ8/RObaFttwKWs/s1600-h/P1020543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074782166377724498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_fjNuelI/AAAAAAAABQ8/RObaFttwKWs/s320/P1020543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought these was leftovers. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_hDNuemI/AAAAAAAABRE/g1yexFFIm5M/s1600-h/P1020548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074782192147528290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_hDNuemI/AAAAAAAABRE/g1yexFFIm5M/s320/P1020548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS was what's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie bought a tub of blueberry cheesecake and feeling very satisfied, the 3 of us rushed back to tahan merah hoping the ice cream won't die on us on the way (now we know how heart transplant surgeons feel like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE MRT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EMPTY, WE COULDN'T HELP BUT TO TAKE MANY PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm084zNuebI/AAAAAAAABPs/I5JkZj2icAM/s1600-h/theresseandmaxine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074779301634537906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm084zNuebI/AAAAAAAABPs/I5JkZj2icAM/s320/theresseandmaxine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but I'm too lazy to upload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_ijNuenI/AAAAAAAABRM/nu9Di8T1ymE/s1600-h/P1020578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074782217917332082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_ijNuenI/AAAAAAAABRM/nu9Di8T1ymE/s320/P1020578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_jzNueoI/AAAAAAAABRU/_YU1t9AfAnM/s1600-h/P1020579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074782239392168578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_jzNueoI/AAAAAAAABRU/_YU1t9AfAnM/s320/P1020579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lordy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_ljNuepI/AAAAAAAABRc/EFWzrPaLNLc/s1600-h/P1020588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074782269456939666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm0_ljNuepI/AAAAAAAABRc/EFWzrPaLNLc/s320/P1020588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came home, in the middle of the night ate some more. Tuna, smoked salmon, cheddar toast, more ruffles, crackers. Oh my god I swore I like, gained a ton or something. I looked like a whale afterwards. I ate so much ice cream that day, that includes chocolate earlier in the day and blueberry cheesecake with the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie headed to bed first then maxine and I slept on the couch for a while before the maid awoke us and shifted us to debbie's room. Debbie nicely offered me her bed. (: woke up in the morning for a while and then went back to sleep before I was awaken by a call from ivana, complaining about how bald she went. Okay, whatever! I bet each time maxine woke up, turned to her left, she must've thought "damn that's one huge ass" and smiled herself to sleep. ): Hurrr my bum's not to be laughed at okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was alive, we continued on with ghost whisperer while debbie had macs. Xyne had to leave halfway but I stayed on and managed to finish the whole season. GOD THE CLIFFHANGER SUCKS OKAY! SEASON 3 FASTER COME OUT! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ghost whisperer got into me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-795209169531266497?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/795209169531266497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=795209169531266497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/795209169531266497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/795209169531266497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghost-whisperer.html' title='Ghost Whisperer'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rm087DNuedI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZWnQcCji7rk/s72-c/P1020521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2423018407925757155</id><published>2007-06-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:48:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-DNueCI/AAAAAAAABMk/wXZ2Ulap6R8/s1600-h/P1020332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695273363863586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-DNueCI/AAAAAAAABMk/wXZ2Ulap6R8/s320/P1020332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My arms pain already!" She really said that, just look at her mouth shape in pain.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli9TNueBI/AAAAAAAABMc/L2u15HyghrE/s1600-h/P1020328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695260478961682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli9TNueBI/AAAAAAAABMc/L2u15HyghrE/s320/P1020328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she almost fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-TNueDI/AAAAAAAABMs/ChbV46i36I8/s1600-h/P1020428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695277658830898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-TNueDI/AAAAAAAABMs/ChbV46i36I8/s320/P1020428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own drink that got me dead wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-jNueEI/AAAAAAAABM0/LWh9Y-qkVzs/s1600-h/P1020467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695281953798210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-jNueEI/AAAAAAAABM0/LWh9Y-qkVzs/s320/P1020467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-zNueFI/AAAAAAAABM8/IptvWG1PfOs/s1600-h/P1020470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695286248765522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-zNueFI/AAAAAAAABM8/IptvWG1PfOs/s320/P1020470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love smokie! Even though she's naughty and spoilt more than half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEzNueMI/AAAAAAAABN0/tnJ4_Nq-Wto/s1600-h/Photo202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696488839608514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEzNueMI/AAAAAAAABN0/tnJ4_Nq-Wto/s320/Photo202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Missus Heng too! I swear she's so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEzNueNI/AAAAAAAABN8/xz0xbe8uWvQ/s1600-h/Photo203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696488839608530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEzNueNI/AAAAAAAABN8/xz0xbe8uWvQ/s320/Photo203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkFDNueOI/AAAAAAAABOE/V0oYk178nyA/s1600-h/Photo205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696493134575842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkFDNueOI/AAAAAAAABOE/V0oYk178nyA/s320/Photo205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkFDNuePI/AAAAAAAABOM/qXQy14SRodg/s1600-h/Photo206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696493134575858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkFDNuePI/AAAAAAAABOM/qXQy14SRodg/s320/Photo206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out game buddee's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlmdTNueaI/AAAAAAAABPk/QpmaTBSP0f8/s1600-h/Photo207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073699108769659298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlmdTNueaI/AAAAAAAABPk/QpmaTBSP0f8/s320/Photo207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkczNueQI/AAAAAAAABOU/EukpX1ufA2o/s1600-h/Photo211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696901156468994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkczNueQI/AAAAAAAABOU/EukpX1ufA2o/s320/Photo211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole row, starting from front: Becky, Mimi, Claire, Jolena, Nicole (can't see her though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkczNueRI/AAAAAAAABOc/WcYoCHocRnw/s1600-h/Photo214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696901156469010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkczNueRI/AAAAAAAABOc/WcYoCHocRnw/s320/Photo214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wtf is she talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Becky says that we look like as if we're being punished and we're giving innocent faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkejNueSI/AAAAAAAABOk/bCAPX4iXiHE/s1600-h/Photo217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696931221240098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkejNueSI/AAAAAAAABOk/bCAPX4iXiHE/s320/Photo217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkezNueTI/AAAAAAAABOs/ngtaQFNMG0o/s1600-h/Photo218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696935516207410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkezNueTI/AAAAAAAABOs/ngtaQFNMG0o/s320/Photo218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aimed wrongly. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkezNueUI/AAAAAAAABO0/CvnBj2GItnI/s1600-h/Photo219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696935516207426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkezNueUI/AAAAAAAABO0/CvnBj2GItnI/s320/Photo219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0DNueVI/AAAAAAAABO8/kmVGph_-vH8/s1600-h/Photo222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697300588427602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0DNueVI/AAAAAAAABO8/kmVGph_-vH8/s320/Photo222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0TNueWI/AAAAAAAABPE/tis_eUE8av4/s1600-h/Photo224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697304883394914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0TNueWI/AAAAAAAABPE/tis_eUE8av4/s320/Photo224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0TNueXI/AAAAAAAABPM/abK6ahiiUyY/s1600-h/Photo225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697304883394930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0TNueXI/AAAAAAAABPM/abK6ahiiUyY/s320/Photo225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0jNueYI/AAAAAAAABPU/1pPkfHLv1tU/s1600-h/Photo226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697309178362242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0jNueYI/AAAAAAAABPU/1pPkfHLv1tU/s320/Photo226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljmjNueGI/AAAAAAAABNE/mLwBOoiw4X0/s1600-h/P1020497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695969148565602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljmjNueGI/AAAAAAAABNE/mLwBOoiw4X0/s320/P1020497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnDNueHI/AAAAAAAABNM/7TK0ydXyKGI/s1600-h/P1020504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695977738500210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnDNueHI/AAAAAAAABNM/7TK0ydXyKGI/s320/P1020504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and sweets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnTNueII/AAAAAAAABNU/EULm6Bn_yz0/s1600-h/P1020505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695982033467522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnTNueII/AAAAAAAABNU/EULm6Bn_yz0/s320/P1020505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you take picture of the seasell?"&lt;br /&gt;"cause it's really small!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnzNueJI/AAAAAAAABNc/Qvyif9rkUCs/s1600-h/P1020508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695990623402130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljnzNueJI/AAAAAAAABNc/Qvyif9rkUCs/s320/P1020508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy kayakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljoDNueKI/AAAAAAAABNk/_unT0klmg-c/s1600-h/P1020509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695994918369442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmljoDNueKI/AAAAAAAABNk/_unT0klmg-c/s320/P1020509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like some 7-up ad. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEjNueLI/AAAAAAAABNs/sj3RBKO2-T4/s1600-h/P1020510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073696484544641202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmlkEjNueLI/AAAAAAAABNs/sj3RBKO2-T4/s320/P1020510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I framed my Johnny Depp poster. It actually is much bigger in real life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0jNueZI/AAAAAAAABPc/I4WiS322MPg/s1600-h/Photo231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697309178362258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmlk0jNueZI/AAAAAAAABPc/I4WiS322MPg/s320/Photo231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me smiling baby, you know I'm yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2423018407925757155?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2423018407925757155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2423018407925757155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2423018407925757155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2423018407925757155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/visual-candy.html' title='Visual Candy'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rmli-DNueCI/AAAAAAAABMk/wXZ2Ulap6R8/s72-c/P1020332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4640563334086823388</id><published>2007-06-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:48:10.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most</title><content type='html'>Madagascar is sooooooooooooo funny even if I caught abit of it, it's enough to make me laugh so loudly till I choked on my own spit (and possible have one of my eyeballs popped out in the process)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how every girl has their own pampering days? Yes today was mine. I did my own manicure now I have smooth hands. And my legs feel nice cause they're so smooth and all. But I feel bloated, inflated and fat today. I hate water retention. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are swollen today, and my eyebags are huge too. By the way I slept the whole night. Which is good considering I've been up at 3 almost every morning. Today was really nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though almost the whole day, I've been sitting on my couch, and enjoying myself thinking about yesterday. (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days till bestie returns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4640563334086823388?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4640563334086823388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4640563334086823388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4640563334086823388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4640563334086823388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8356793684787134051</id><published>2007-06-07T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:36:14.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisonbreak</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know what happened in today's prisonbreak 2? Cause I missed the show thanks to drunk pms-y bastard of the hour (while you're at it make it 2 hours). If so please tell me what happened I cannot contain my excitement (even though I'm half sobbing at this end here) because michael is oh so cute and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And debbie, I doubt you have the episode ): . But if you do can I come over and watch while you do homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I'm asking everyone online whether they caught it but apparently nobody has a great love for Prisonbreak as much as I do. ): So nobody caught it. I'm trying to go look for websites to read up on the story at least. Note: Trying. And if I can't find out what happen soon, great I'll just have to wait for Star World to air it, and I doubt they're even halfway through season 1! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be MY happy day. MY HAPPY DAY! Cause I went out early in the morning feeling happy. I even feel happy being sunburnt though I detest becoming even the slightest tone darker. I wouldn't say sunburnt. Probably sunkissed. Damn the sun is one passionate hard kisser. I had a fun day at the beach. I kicked some fruit along a long stretch of road and missed quite a number of times. I almost had the chance to fly a kite if it wasn't for the fact that all the toilet booths are closed down. MY FEET ARE FRIGGING SMOOTH FROM WALKING BAREFOOT ON THE SAND! CALLUS FREE AND WHATNOT. (I like the feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER COOKED PORTOBELLO MUSHROOMS AND EVEN THOUGH THEY TASTE LIKE SHIT IT WAS A MOTHER'S LOVE THAT MADE ME EAT THEM! MY MOTHER BOUGHT FOR ME A BIG IKEA FRAME TO FRAME ONE OF MY JD POSTERS! MY MOTHER SCARED ME BY GIVING ME SOME LECTURE OUT OF THE BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main point: I was supposed to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad and pissed. I love Maxine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8356793684787134051?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8356793684787134051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8356793684787134051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8356793684787134051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8356793684787134051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/prisonbreak.html' title='Prisonbreak'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1787842054918035135</id><published>2007-06-07T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:30:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasir Ris Park</title><content type='html'>This morning at 1 plus, woke up, saw bestie's message and started crying yo. ): I miss her. Even though the message just said "Byebye (:". I'm counting down. 13 more days. I wonder what she's doing now. Probably oogling at cute european guys with chiselled features and oh so strong muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ginger Snaps Back. Very freaky werewolf movie and got scared out of my wits. Omg werewolves look damn scary okay. So I couldn't get back to sleep so I went online and talked to debbie till about 5 in the morning and went to watch Anthony Bourdain. After that I went to bed and at 10 in the morning, a friend messaged me asking me out so I said okay. And met her at 12. I thought she was freaking siao to want to play at a beach in the afternoon! WITH THE SUN SO DAMN HIGH UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we then we headed to Pasir Ris Park and played around a lot. Hahaha omg it was hell funny esp when she freaks out. But she enjoys scaring me by saying "Earthworms!" GAHHHHH. After playing at the playground, we went to the beach. Threw seaweed and water at each other. When it got too hot we sat under a tree and talked a lot. Drawing rubbish on the sand. After that went to white sands to grab a bite. Then went to Pasir Ris Town Park and watched people fishing. We even saw a snake in the water too! Talked some more. And then we went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1787842054918035135?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1787842054918035135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1787842054918035135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1787842054918035135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1787842054918035135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/pasir-ris-park.html' title='Pasir Ris Park'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-732537233865998762</id><published>2007-06-06T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:36:36.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIMBO!</title><content type='html'>Hah hah today was zee LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! FINALLYYYYYYYY! During amaths, I totally shut off because I truly dislike whatishername (my emaths teacher) and we were supposed to end at 10, we got released at about 10.30. Oh haha you know whatishername pronounced Ikea as "Ee-kyah" during lesson then Nicole and I corrected her loudly in unison "EE-KAY-YER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also she was like "girls please cooperate. when we finish faster we all can..."&lt;br /&gt;at this point rebecca and i thought she was going to say "go home faster."&lt;br /&gt;but she said "do TYS questions"&lt;br /&gt;Then rebecca and I were like "OMG I THOUGHT SHE WAS GOING TO SAY GO HOME FASTER! SO ANTICLIMAX!" and we burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooooooo damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my row was bluetooth-ing away too. hahaha and we all just cracked up at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tutorials was over Nic and I walked to the bus stop (and she was acting totally bitchy because I caught Shrek 3 without her because she went to Australia and for a moment she slipped my mind by ACCIDENT) when she asked me "Are you going to the airport tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For?"&lt;br /&gt;"Send the girls off to europe."&lt;br /&gt;"thinks: Huh? Thought choir went off already? asks: Send who?"&lt;br /&gt;"The art girls?"&lt;br /&gt;"OMFG MY BEST FRIEND'S LEAVING TONIGHT AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW!? SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;Claire overhears and laughs at me. And she keeps teasing me just cause she knows when ali leaves and returns. -snorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BEST FRIEND IS LEAVING FOR 11 DAMN DAYS! D: I am soooooooooooooooooo depressed cause it's the longest she's ever been away from me! Not that we're joined at the hip or anything but yeah! I couldn't even survive while she was away at OBS for only 5 DAYS. 14 DAYS IS JUST TERRIBLE! I called her to wish her all the best and we had a funny conversation, and she told me this, IN MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're becoming more of a bimbo every day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER JO! WHATEVER! YOU STEWPID STEWPID GIRL! OMG! BUT THE PHONE CALL WAS FUN NO?! I LOVE HEARING YOUR LAUGH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tutorials I went home to get money while Nic and Ivana happily went of to the John Little sale because they were oh so impatient. Anyways finally managed to get a nice hobo bag! AND IT'S CHEAPER THAN THE BAG I WANTED SOME MORE! Yay! And after shopping we went to TM to eat. Had pasta mania and then walked around. I have a shopping list already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, just when polaroid cameras are becoming the in thing, read up that some have actually stopped production....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH THIS IS DEPRESSING. -throws i-zone at some random person's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I just said bye to jolena online. nyeh and I teared. Bestie's leaving for 14 days )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-732537233865998762?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/732537233865998762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=732537233865998762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/732537233865998762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/732537233865998762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/bimbo.html' title='BIMBO!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8869481679187851042</id><published>2007-06-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:43:54.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Me In Your Heart Tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whereever you go, I will be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in your heart tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crap. Crap crap crap... 2 hours of bio is crap. I hate bio. I know I shouldn't be saying such stuff cause I got an E8 and I should work harder for my prelims. But I can't bring myself to have THAT interest in bio. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths was okay. Missus Heng was so damn cute today. She tried to motivate us by telling us stories. And I'm just thinking about how I'm sucha gone case already. Sitting with Bird is fun. We tell each other nonsense and we compete with each other during amaths. During bio she gets into shit because she got asked to show her work to the class but she pretended not to be there but instead sherrie lends her work but mdm sim found out, and I just crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell ya'll a joke, but I forgotten what that joke is. Anyways after school was done went home got changed and headed down to John Little expo sale with mommy. I'm going back tomorrow with Nicole took look for a hobo bag for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping someone ended up messaging me and I had so much fun! OMG SO SWEET YO and I ended up the "giggly teenager of the day". Anyways the nose stud I bought, even before using, it's spoilt. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope there's good weather on thursday and that Claire's mom's being nice. I really wanna go cycling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8869481679187851042?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8869481679187851042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8869481679187851042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8869481679187851042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8869481679187851042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-me-in-your-heart-tonight.html' title='Keep Me In Your Heart Tonight?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4209814832235724621</id><published>2007-06-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:40:36.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone So Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0jVQSKI/AAAAAAAABL8/MWZs_0Bk7FE/s1600-h/Photo195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072215167535696034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0jVQSKI/AAAAAAAABL8/MWZs_0Bk7FE/s320/Photo195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0zVQSLI/AAAAAAAABME/gDsszV_J_OI/s1600-h/Photo196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072215171830663346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0zVQSLI/AAAAAAAABME/gDsszV_J_OI/s320/Photo196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the pretty gold locket? Bestie gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0zVQSMI/AAAAAAAABMM/eyj-R_WmgqQ/s1600-h/Photo198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072215171830663362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0zVQSMI/AAAAAAAABMM/eyj-R_WmgqQ/s320/Photo198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Ivana!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeyer! -shudders."&lt;br /&gt;")))):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg1DVQSNI/AAAAAAAABMU/xPlS6WKQ3DI/s1600-h/Photo199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072215176125630674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg1DVQSNI/AAAAAAAABMU/xPlS6WKQ3DI/s320/Photo199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD CHAIN! Bio. and I wasn't paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgaTVQSFI/AAAAAAAABLU/AgZWrmqh9no/s1600-h/Photo190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072214716564129874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgaTVQSFI/AAAAAAAABLU/AgZWrmqh9no/s320/Photo190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgajVQSHI/AAAAAAAABLk/kyxA3mUrEYo/s1600-h/Photo192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072214720859097202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgajVQSHI/AAAAAAAABLk/kyxA3mUrEYo/s320/Photo192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy. Playing Rubik's cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgajVQSII/AAAAAAAABLs/luzWyV5_AkM/s1600-h/Photo193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072214720859097218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgajVQSII/AAAAAAAABLs/luzWyV5_AkM/s320/Photo193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky watching mommy and bestie playing rubik's cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgazVQSJI/AAAAAAAABL0/rrzbD8PqonQ/s1600-h/Photo194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072214725154064530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQgazVQSJI/AAAAAAAABL0/rrzbD8PqonQ/s320/Photo194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very unglam dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4209814832235724621?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4209814832235724621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4209814832235724621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4209814832235724621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4209814832235724621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/gone-so-young.html' title='Gone So Young'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmQg0jVQSKI/AAAAAAAABL8/MWZs_0Bk7FE/s72-c/Photo195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5766810991842935748</id><published>2007-06-04T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:04:42.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nintendo DS Lite</title><content type='html'>This morning, after calling Claire 8 times and she didn't pick up, I made my way to school worrying whether I would be late. I thought SS tutorials was for everybody. And nabei when I reached school, a whole sad bunch of 4/7ers were leaving the classroom because they weren't selected for tutorials and got kicked out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 2 damn hours of my life. Well not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jolena, Candy, Jia Li, Amirah Huiling and I walked to the prata shop near school and bumped into Christabel. And we had prata and chit chatted for a while. When Christabel took out what I think is one of the most beautiful inventions on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e9/Nintendo_DS_Lite_Ice_Blue_01.jpg/631px-Nintendo_DS_Lite_Ice_Blue_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e9/Nintendo_DS_Lite_Ice_Blue_01.jpg/631px-Nintendo_DS_Lite_Ice_Blue_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let me have a go at her game (which I failed terribly ): ) and I was instantly hooked. I want a Nintendo DS Lite too! So I spent about half an hour playing some weird cooking game which is probably failure-proof but I still failed anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christabel had to pry the portable gaming system away from my hands just so that she could go home. I was planning to share cost with my brother and I even asked him to get it in pink. But now I think I'm falling for the blue one even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single does anybody wanna woo meeeeeeeeee? Nintendo DS Lite please. (: I really want a partner who would give in to my every whim. ): Which is not very often okayyyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everything we went back to school and sat in the canteen for about an hour and we were talking about gay best friends and all. Hahaha. And Cherie claims I sound like those airheaded bimbos you see on tv, the way I obsess about how much I eat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jolena's starting to get annoyed with me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooo then, when we were done, we went up for bio. It was combined with 4/6 so I got to sit with Ivana, and we spent the whole 2 hours talking and talking and talking non stop. It was fun. Jolena and Chrystal spent their whole 2 hours playing the Rubik's cube. xD hahaha nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm at home and still contemplating whether I should send the choir girls off. Ah maybe not. Cause Claire's not going to accompany me home after that. xD Nyeh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5766810991842935748?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5766810991842935748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5766810991842935748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5766810991842935748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5766810991842935748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/nintendo-ds-lite.html' title='Nintendo DS Lite'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8778263228982154412</id><published>2007-06-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:57:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep the whole morning. And when I finally drifted off, I was pleasantly awoken at 11 plus in the morning by a message. Usually I'd get pissed if someone woke me up, but this time, it was different. I felt excited. And drifting in and out of sleep all the way till 1 in the afternoon. Usually, I won't give a rat's ass to reply, but this time, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally went back to sleep at 1 plus and woke up at 6. Just in time to shower and catch Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of The Black Pearl. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day's super good today. Tomorrow got school again. ))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on my left and think about something nice so that I'll get to dream of it. Force myself to close my eyes and sleep tonight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8778263228982154412?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8778263228982154412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8778263228982154412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8778263228982154412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8778263228982154412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/pleasant-surprise.html' title='Pleasant surprise'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2717716492458906767</id><published>2007-06-03T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T05:32:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 5 plus in the morning and I have been awake for 4 hours plus. I really don't get much sleep and up till now I don't understand how can my body function properly. (Probably explains why I don't walk in a straight line sometimes). But I hate nightmares. Seriously, today's one was very haunting. I don't know, I was walking along this path like those you see on the beaches, surrounded by trees. In front of me was this man so I thought it was okay to walk ahead. But slowly it got darker and darker till it became pitch black, and I could hear someone call my name. I ran back to where I came from and from then onwards in my dream, there was this ghost that follows me wherever I go. I got quite scared till I didn't wanna go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, lying in bed for 2 hours, I daydreamed again. I tell you my daydreams are super super drama okay. I think I've been reading too much romance novels with a London/Britain setting. It's getting quite weird really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I typed a whole chunk of rubbish. Then I deleted it cause it was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause these things never happen in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2717716492458906767?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2717716492458906767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2717716492458906767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2717716492458906767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2717716492458906767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-5-plus-in-morning-and-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1598185124243410415</id><published>2007-06-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:02:10.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHREK 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/Shrek_3_wallpaper/Shrek_the_third_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/Shrek_3_wallpaper/Shrek_the_third_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek the third today with Lisa and Chantel! A blasttttttttttttt! &lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling different now. Like... Woah different, a happy different. It's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late today (well, according to Chantel that is, even though I don't see 10 minutes as late), Chantel perforated my eardrum in the process of asking me to hurry up. After she was done drinking and all we went up to craft and I got a beautiful blue nose stud (Chantel says it'll look better in red but I told her I lost my red one while sleeping on the sofa, and the silver one to the toilet bowl). Collected tickets and then to Toys R Us and looked around. And got omg drop dead high playing with all the toys (I WANT THE WINNIE THE POOH STORYBOOK PILLOW THAT COSTS $40 )))): ) When we were done we went back up to catch the movie and bumped into Mimi and her sister on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show cracked me up and god it was so funny. Although there were noisy annoying kids in the theatre but it was all expected, when we were done with the movie we headed down to MOS burger and they had dinner and after that had a good chat till about 9 plus. I'm sorry Lisa if Chantel and I left you out of the conversation quite a few times. [X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHA AND CHANTEL! WITH YOUR PHONE PERPETUALLY SEWN TO YOUR EAR! What a bum, man I haven't seen you in more than a year and you do this to me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, I'm happy happy happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1598185124243410415?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1598185124243410415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1598185124243410415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1598185124243410415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1598185124243410415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/shrek-3.html' title='SHREK 3!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1541065755605963807</id><published>2007-06-01T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:14:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I'll Wait For You</title><content type='html'>Tessa's right, Wait For You's a nice song. On repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Chantel tomorrow! &lt;3 Can't wait. :DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1541065755605963807?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1541065755605963807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1541065755605963807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1541065755605963807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1541065755605963807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-ill-wait-for-you.html' title='Baby I&apos;ll Wait For You'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8877179075549398853</id><published>2007-06-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:12:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths</title><content type='html'>Today was Maths at full blast. Started off with e-maths for 2 hours in the morning. Followed by a 30 min break then A-maths for 2 hours. I could've sworn 20 mins into amaths my brain died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when you're bored during maths lessons and you're trying desperately hard to keep awake with the 2 people sitting on your left, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You... CAM WHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJjVQRqI/AAAAAAAABH8/KTA_KP-s1zY/s1600-h/Photo155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077533778200226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJjVQRqI/AAAAAAAABH8/KTA_KP-s1zY/s320/Photo155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paid to wear that for the whole of e-maths lesson. It was damn funny. They also dared me to get the teacher to notice me and yeah, whatishername called me quite a few times and everyone burst into fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJjVQRrI/AAAAAAAABIE/PFC9ljTKO8E/s1600-h/Photo157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077533778200242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJjVQRrI/AAAAAAAABIE/PFC9ljTKO8E/s320/Photo157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJzVQRsI/AAAAAAAABIM/gOHiwJxPrG8/s1600-h/Photo158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077538073167554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJzVQRsI/AAAAAAAABIM/gOHiwJxPrG8/s320/Photo158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWKDVQRtI/AAAAAAAABIU/NPyKeXOKLus/s1600-h/Photo159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077542368134866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWKDVQRtI/AAAAAAAABIU/NPyKeXOKLus/s320/Photo159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! SEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWKDVQRuI/AAAAAAAABIc/UvmcXirLiYo/s1600-h/Photo160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077542368134882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWKDVQRuI/AAAAAAAABIc/UvmcXirLiYo/s320/Photo160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXDVQRvI/AAAAAAAABIk/0z6E_ouUhoA/s1600-h/Photo161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077765706434290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXDVQRvI/AAAAAAAABIk/0z6E_ouUhoA/s320/Photo161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXTVQRwI/AAAAAAAABIs/I_50UhHJX3k/s1600-h/Photo162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077770001401602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXTVQRwI/AAAAAAAABIs/I_50UhHJX3k/s320/Photo162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXTVQRxI/AAAAAAAABI0/leDYwY700f0/s1600-h/Photo163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077770001401618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXTVQRxI/AAAAAAAABI0/leDYwY700f0/s320/Photo163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at Val. That's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXjVQRyI/AAAAAAAABI8/VGQEVIGNVik/s1600-h/Photo164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077774296368930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXjVQRyI/AAAAAAAABI8/VGQEVIGNVik/s320/Photo164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG EYE BAGS! D: I spent 2 hours in the morning watching Anthony Bourdain. I LOVE ANTHONY BOURDAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during amaths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXzVQRzI/AAAAAAAABJE/ZHt4LkOFvL8/s1600-h/Photo166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077778591336242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWXzVQRzI/AAAAAAAABJE/ZHt4LkOFvL8/s320/Photo166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWfzVQR0I/AAAAAAAABJM/75U7yvNEHWM/s1600-h/Photo167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077916030289730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWfzVQR0I/AAAAAAAABJM/75U7yvNEHWM/s320/Photo167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWfzVQR1I/AAAAAAAABJU/ylfPxdxPFss/s1600-h/Photo168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077916030289746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWfzVQR1I/AAAAAAAABJU/ylfPxdxPFss/s320/Photo168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgDVQR2I/AAAAAAAABJc/zE7FFqdnRXk/s1600-h/Photo169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077920325257058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgDVQR2I/AAAAAAAABJc/zE7FFqdnRXk/s320/Photo169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgDVQR3I/AAAAAAAABJk/AuAuB20o2gs/s1600-h/Photo170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077920325257074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgDVQR3I/AAAAAAAABJk/AuAuB20o2gs/s320/Photo170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgTVQR4I/AAAAAAAABJs/Cg9USNIvOls/s1600-h/Photo172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071077924620224386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWgTVQR4I/AAAAAAAABJs/Cg9USNIvOls/s320/Photo172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWozVQR5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/DssnNHsoeFA/s1600-h/Photo173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078070649112466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWozVQR5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/DssnNHsoeFA/s320/Photo173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpDVQR6I/AAAAAAAABJ8/ITfuThfG8a0/s1600-h/Photo174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078074944079778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpDVQR6I/AAAAAAAABJ8/ITfuThfG8a0/s320/Photo174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpDVQR7I/AAAAAAAABKE/P0WQIvsKcOI/s1600-h/Photo175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078074944079794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpDVQR7I/AAAAAAAABKE/P0WQIvsKcOI/s320/Photo175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpTVQR8I/AAAAAAAABKM/cJQbybE7ooQ/s1600-h/Photo176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078079239047106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpTVQR8I/AAAAAAAABKM/cJQbybE7ooQ/s320/Photo176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpTVQR9I/AAAAAAAABKU/f648TzbTxqo/s1600-h/Photo179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078079239047122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWpTVQR9I/AAAAAAAABKU/f648TzbTxqo/s320/Photo179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Cherie, loner. GAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzjVQR-I/AAAAAAAABKc/CP51I-OnCnA/s1600-h/Photo180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078255332706274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzjVQR-I/AAAAAAAABKc/CP51I-OnCnA/s320/Photo180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene and Samara! Nah I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzjVQR_I/AAAAAAAABKk/VPoCtlvG10A/s1600-h/Photo182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078255332706290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzjVQR_I/AAAAAAAABKk/VPoCtlvG10A/s320/Photo182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie and a very uninterested Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzzVQSAI/AAAAAAAABKs/RR0zgjp4SUY/s1600-h/Photo183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078259627673602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzzVQSAI/AAAAAAAABKs/RR0zgjp4SUY/s320/Photo183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired and bored you eat... PEANUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzzVQSBI/AAAAAAAABK0/jaom7tgXRdY/s1600-h/Photo185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078259627673618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWzzVQSBI/AAAAAAAABK0/jaom7tgXRdY/s320/Photo185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeee I'm so ugly delete the picture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW0DVQSCI/AAAAAAAABK8/c8vbmiqKFtQ/s1600-h/Photo186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078263922640930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW0DVQSCI/AAAAAAAABK8/c8vbmiqKFtQ/s320/Photo186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm we'll see about that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW5DVQSDI/AAAAAAAABLE/LtfxBkkotJ8/s1600-h/Photo187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078349821986866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW5DVQSDI/AAAAAAAABLE/LtfxBkkotJ8/s320/Photo187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT! -sticks out tongue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW5TVQSEI/AAAAAAAABLM/CRVPtcGLIJM/s1600-h/Photo188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071078354116954178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAW5TVQSEI/AAAAAAAABLM/CRVPtcGLIJM/s320/Photo188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sah and Birdehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMATHS WAS the coolest shit yo. Missus Heng is soooooooooooooo damn fugging cute lah! Hahaha! Everyone was fascinated with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I came home and knocked out, and can't remember what happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8877179075549398853?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8877179075549398853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8877179075549398853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8877179075549398853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8877179075549398853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/06/maths.html' title='Maths'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RmAWJjVQRqI/AAAAAAAABH8/KTA_KP-s1zY/s72-c/Photo155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3344112253404889212</id><published>2007-05-31T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:02:54.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vesak Day</title><content type='html'>Which wasn't really a great day for me. I made a drink at almost 3 in the morning, made it too strong and then took swigs and managed to finish it within 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to bear with the dizzyness cause I couldn't sleep, all the way till 8 in the morning. When I managed to get some sleep, I woke up at 5.30 and had to nurse a bloody hangover. (I'm sorry Ivana about calling you at 5 in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how my day went. Cool shit. I think I killed my liver today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3344112253404889212?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3344112253404889212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3344112253404889212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3344112253404889212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3344112253404889212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-vesak-day.html' title='Happy Vesak Day'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4417639897316316475</id><published>2007-05-31T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:57:07.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night</title><content type='html'>I caught a cold yesterday. Got into a sneezing fit while in the 3rd level study area and never stopped till I knocked out from the vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ONE BIG BOTTLE OF ABSOLUT APEACH TOO! Ho yeah! No sprite. But hell no I'm not going out to get it now due to what happened the other day when I went to get milk. I will never ever go out in the middle of the night anymore. It's terrifying when you're being followed. (Yes, to the extent I almost cried while walking briskly home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways recently, I've got a keen interest in the arts. Which I say is a very wrong timing. It's just bad enough when you're reminded of different people when you link said person to a play, and there are just some that you do not want to remember. I get too distracted easilyyyy gahhh. I'm really not making sense here but I don't care. Just how do you all define me? Free-spirited? Or just irritatingly unfocused (is there such a word)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole paragraph of rants. I have nothing else better to do at 2 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4417639897316316475?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4417639897316316475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4417639897316316475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4417639897316316475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4417639897316316475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/late-night.html' title='Late night'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8575717343964491773</id><published>2007-05-30T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:43:55.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTED</title><content type='html'>And dizzzyyyyyyyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vodka. God knows how much Kate gave me to drink. Even my computer's spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8575717343964491773?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8575717343964491773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8575717343964491773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8575717343964491773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8575717343964491773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasted.html' title='WASTED'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2199741794338918873</id><published>2007-05-29T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:36:25.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Lineup!</title><content type='html'>There's a whole buncha Disney movies coming out! I'm really excited to watch. Anyways I bought me a jigsaw puzzle today. It's really nice. Will get a photo of it when I'm done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was 2 hours of physics, I wasn't needed for history. Early in the morning we walked past the 3rd floor study area and the whole group of us checked out our reflections at the mirror. And we went up to the 4/7 classroom. Only to find out 15 mins later that class was in the 3rd level study area. And shush was hoping that NOBODY saw us checking out our reflections. Cause they might just laugh at us can you imagine how embarrassing that is? And we had such a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After physics Claire, Cherie and I headed to Claire's place to watch Pirates Of the Caribbean 2, and snacked on potato chips and tim tams. Napped for a while after the movie before heading to tampines mall to watch Pirates Of the Caribbean 3. It's not so bad now, I finally managed to understand the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I lost my nose stud, and I had to resort to stuffing a thick earstick into my nose. And it throbs. I can literally feel my heart beat in my nose. Weird I know. And now I know why people with multiple facial piercings get their badass streak from. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting headaches for 2 days straight. I think I'm going to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2199741794338918873?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2199741794338918873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2199741794338918873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2199741794338918873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2199741794338918873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/disney-lineup.html' title='Disney Lineup!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8025628142717551828</id><published>2007-05-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:40:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mature?</title><content type='html'>I think I've grown up. Things that I used to have this deep dying hate for, now actually make me really happy. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated milk. Right down to the very core. Now I love marigold milk! I hated watching discovery channel. My dad would force me to watch just cause there was only 1 tv with cable in the house and being a 7 year old, you would prefer watching an ostrich prolly getting blasted with TnT's instead of being chased by hungry lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love discovery channel! Oh my god it's just weird. Mythbusters, Million-2-One and god knows what nice animal shows they have. My personal favourite would be Discovery Travel and Living. I'm madly in love with Anthony Bourdain right now and I enjoy watching Jamie Oliver too. (I think I can grow fat just by watching food) HOHO MIAMI INK YA'LL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even watch cartoons these days. Except for the occassional disney channel (duh, I cannot resist). Okay maybe that's cause the cartoons on cartoon network sucks. I want Boomerang! I've been dying to catch Monchichis ever since I was young and they only show it on Boomerang now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nicole claims I never grow up. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some things never change, I hate watching the news. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered of how people, almost everyone, said that if I were to lose weight, I'd look much prettier. My mom's friends, my relatives, people whom I haven't seen in a long time said I've lost weight now, but I still feel the same, I still feel like the cross breed of a pit-bull and a platypus (if such a thing ever exists) and fell flat on my face into a porcupine. (I can hear Nicole complaining about my almost-flawless skin which I refuse to believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a whole buncha hoo ha. I'm done cleaning my room, feeling very dizzy now. Hauled 5 big bags of rubbish. Tomorrow I'm clearing out my cupboard. And then doing my laundry. I suddenly have this weird urge to clean my whole house. Housewife instincts kicking in? Harhar. Big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found old love letters never sent. Went into the thrash instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8025628142717551828?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8025628142717551828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8025628142717551828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8025628142717551828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8025628142717551828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/mature.html' title='Mature?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2607525409205693673</id><published>2007-05-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:03:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rlrg7oXFgAI/AAAAAAAABHk/wqdsNcH0KUE/s1600-h/mommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069611645610065922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rlrg7oXFgAI/AAAAAAAABHk/wqdsNcH0KUE/s320/mommy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom in her younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe becky this. I know most of us resemble our moms. I don't think I do. ): I don't even look like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today I cleared up like, 1/4 of my room! YAY! :D And had 2 cups of Hagen-Daz vanilly ice cream. Bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2607525409205693673?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2607525409205693673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2607525409205693673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2607525409205693673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2607525409205693673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rlrg7oXFgAI/AAAAAAAABHk/wqdsNcH0KUE/s72-c/mommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3003847950957290227</id><published>2007-05-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:31:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING!</title><content type='html'>But there wasn't really any "sales" though. I haven't gotten my frames for my posters. BUT! I got my colourful whiteboard markers, and magnets! For my whiteboard! And they're really colourful, meant for kids (and debbie's whiteboard easel thinggum). HEYHEY NOT ONLY THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the one thing my room's been dying to have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FULL LENGTH MIRROR NOW! THAT COSTS 10 BUCKS! AHHHHHHHHHHH! CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ikea, mom and I went down to Courts, and I got my micro SD card! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Giant for some grocery shopping. We got 3 pairs of oh so cute terrycloth shorts! HAH HAH HAH! HAPPY HAPPY! And I got a bag of ruffles! EVEN HAPPIER! NYEH HEH HEH HEH! Shopping makes me happy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're going back down to Ikea this coming tuesday to buy my bed and we're going to revamp my room. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just now my mother, was asking me whether I wanted lychee. I said I wanted but I didn't know how to peel. She was like "Nah bey ah you. Don't know how to peel your problem!" haha in the funny way. My mother is so cool. Which reminded me of the barbecue yesterday and Nic's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nic, how do you peel a prawn"&lt;br /&gt;-peels head off&lt;br /&gt;"EH I PEELED THE HEAD OFF!"&lt;br /&gt;"No theresse. People peel the WHOLE HEAD OFF"&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, go figure"&lt;br /&gt;-continues to peel the prawn, after 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;"OMG NICOLE I PEELED MY FIRST PRAWN! Now time to find a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked towards her brother and his friends and said "Take your pick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow whole day shall be spent cleaning my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3003847950957290227?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3003847950957290227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3003847950957290227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3003847950957290227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3003847950957290227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3280923352742350632</id><published>2007-05-27T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:24:49.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>I had the same dreams again. ): When I was about to open my mouth to speak, the one thing I wanted to do so badly, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3280923352742350632?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3280923352742350632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3280923352742350632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3280923352742350632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3280923352742350632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6151481690592615603</id><published>2007-05-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:25:23.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning World!</title><content type='html'>It is I, theresse, who awoke about an hour ago from a string of 5 nightmares in a row! Applaud me will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, your dreams reveal your innermost desires. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very thought provoking dreams this afternoon. One involved me, sitting on a couch snacking on 3 sweets, with what+whom I desired the most just a short distance away, being completely ignored by the world and everything at the same time. I felt anger, hate, sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another involved death, I got involved in an accident, a car ran me down. I felt like a spirit, you know, just looking at your own dying body there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another involved protecting a friend, from pain. And this one, continued on to maths (yes I dreamt numbers and calculations ad diagrams). And then, it continued on to me being physically hurt by things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird what you dream of, and it's just weird that you can remember some, and can't remember some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh remember the time I said I can predict like, what I'm going to eat the next day because the food appears in my dreams? Well, I dreamt of barbecue and I'm going over to Nicole's place in the evening for one in celebration of her birthday! Yayyers! I found out I'm the only one going cause everyone else has mother tongue o levels on monday. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6151481690592615603?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6151481690592615603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6151481690592615603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6151481690592615603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6151481690592615603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-morning-world.html' title='Good Morning World!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-9052968714774806280</id><published>2007-05-26T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:21:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Get Yer</title><content type='html'>I'm back from another one of those late nights. I didn't have a smooth sailing day, that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lopez didn't really say anything bad about me. My dad wasn't convinced that I prioritised my time correctly. Even after explaining to him he still wouldn't listen, I think even Mrs Lopez understood me. I really don't like bio, I could've gotten THAT F9 but I had a D7 instead. Whatever man. He didn't really like, tell me off. But it wasn't very pleasing to be put down when my dad does not understand and does not know my interests, what I feel is best for me. Whatever it is, I refuse to see I'm wrong when I've decided to put in my whole effort into Amaths and not bio and not half half on the day of the exams. Cause my amaths was worth it. Even though HE didn't see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I got home feeling really moody cause claire wasn't allowed to go cycling. Bird wasn't in the mood for a late night out. So I just sat at home and just thought and thought, watched supernatural when Ivana asked me out. She begged and I said there isn't anybody to stay out with. And she begged Bird to come down for me. And she did. So then I sat at the bus stop for an hour and she turned up with Kim and Pei Wen. And the 4 of us played some board game which Bird brought to cheer me up. (: It did. Kim left around 2 am or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 3 of us spent the morning talking, talking, and more talking. Yeah come to think of it, we only talked. And while the both of them talked, I was given just enough time to sit there and reflect on my own. It's just, different. I feel different. I was starting to think whether I was gonna turn into something my children would be proud of or ashamed of next time. I'll settle for the latter. My dad told me stories of his teenagehood, I know every girl is supposed to turn out like her mom or something, but I think my dad's adolescent years is starting to show through me. It's just scary, like, oh fuck it. I think when I'm not this tired and brain dead for words I'll just talk to Jolena about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 plus we decided to have macs breakfast. Have another 2 rounds or so of the board game. Till we finally left the place around 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I reached home just on the dot. Because I was locked out of the place (they used the latch to lock instead of the keyholes). But since the time I arrived was when the tenants would wake up for the day, the door was opened by my uncle! So best part, my parents still do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I put my pillows and whatnot under my blanket so just in case my mom especially, wants to check on me, she'll just think I'm asleep. And apparently my grandmother really thought I was asleep and locked the door using the latch. Then just now, like when I just got home, my other uncle was like "Eh, you still not in bed?"&lt;br /&gt;"I went out."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh then who's that on your bed?"&lt;br /&gt;"who? -forgotten about pillows and such"&lt;br /&gt;"that. - points to pillows"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! HAHA THOSE ARE MY PILLOWS!"&lt;br /&gt;-bursts out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll understand if any of you read the above and decided not to be a friend of mine anymore. ): Just go online, tell me, theresse, I do not wish to be your friend anymore because you stay out late and etc etc etc and insert other reasons here. Do not talk to me ever again. All I have to say is, I'm sorry if I didn't meet your expectations as a friend. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-9052968714774806280?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/9052968714774806280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=9052968714774806280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/9052968714774806280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/9052968714774806280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/gonna-get-yer.html' title='Gonna Get Yer'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6291377722365325290</id><published>2007-05-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:13:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.disneyfrontier.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/pirates_of_the_caribbean_3_movie_poster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.disneyfrontier.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/pirates_of_the_caribbean_3_movie_poster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would've guessed, the DAY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, POTC 3 opened today and I caught it with Claire. I need to watch it again cause I didn't understand the whole show, and I missed the clip after the credits (YES THOSE OF YOU CATCHING MUST STAY BACK AND WATCH THE CREDITS GO BY OKAY??) I shall not spoil anything for you. Oh god I was telling claire about how bad it was when the producers decided to be evil and leave me hanging there with such a HUGEEEEEEEEEE cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But justa warning, so that you would not end up like me, if you've forgotten anything from the previous shows, especially POTC 2, you'd better watch it again before catching this. Oh and the theatre today, wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be despite it being the afternoon show. Hmmmm. Not only that, Claire and I managed to get really good seats too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day today at school was... okay. And I just realised I don't need to wake up early tomorrow. Maybe I'll ask Bird for a night out yo! After recess we came to class, arranged tables and played cards. Well I played around cause evil evil people decided to kick me out of the game and not invite me back in, which really wasn't fair and I wanted to cry. (I know, like a small kid.) But Birdbird invited me to her group to gossip and I had fun. So then I had to go down and settle english storybooks thinggum and thank god I didn't get scolded. When I came back up I joined the group in truth or dare. Since there wasn't much time I was lucky enough to get 2 dares. First one was to go to 4/6 and make a fool out of myself by saying Hi. Haha! Second one, well let's just keep that a secret kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANETTE'S DARE WAS SO FUNNY IT CRACKS ME UP TILL NOW! Hahahahahaha I laughed my loudest in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else interesting happened today though, besides the fact that Tessa almost fell off her chair when she said "OMG AMERICAN IDOL RESULTS ARE OUT ALREADY!" and everybody laughed at her, I was laughing so hard, I slapped my wounds and it bled onto my skirt. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEHHHHH! PTM TOMORRROW ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6291377722365325290?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6291377722365325290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6291377722365325290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6291377722365325290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6291377722365325290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/drink-up-me-hearties-yo-ho.html' title='Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5314444651556528318</id><published>2007-05-23T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:42:28.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Kilos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHKYXFfwI/AAAAAAAABFk/IDGkotQdlHI/s1600-h/P1020261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753724362194690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHKYXFfwI/AAAAAAAABFk/IDGkotQdlHI/s320/P1020261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My $147 was worth it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHJ4XFfvI/AAAAAAAABFc/PlTvvf4Sfas/s1600-h/P1020260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753715772260082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHJ4XFfvI/AAAAAAAABFc/PlTvvf4Sfas/s320/P1020260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHJIXFfuI/AAAAAAAABFU/xQFXmgKrsDM/s1600-h/P1020259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753702887358178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHJIXFfuI/AAAAAAAABFU/xQFXmgKrsDM/s320/P1020259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHHoXFfsI/AAAAAAAABFE/-bZgvwC3Ao0/s1600-h/P1020255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753677117554370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHHoXFfsI/AAAAAAAABFE/-bZgvwC3Ao0/s320/P1020255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHIYXFftI/AAAAAAAABFM/MOrrR3YEODQ/s1600-h/P1020256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753690002456274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHIYXFftI/AAAAAAAABFM/MOrrR3YEODQ/s320/P1020256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIU4XFfxI/AAAAAAAABFs/dRNQZihnZzo/s1600-h/P1020262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755004262448914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIU4XFfxI/AAAAAAAABFs/dRNQZihnZzo/s320/P1020262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were actually having champagne ): I was too poor. S$25 per glass if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIXIXFf0I/AAAAAAAABGE/l61RpXepeLk/s1600-h/P1020268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755042917154626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIXIXFf0I/AAAAAAAABGE/l61RpXepeLk/s320/P1020268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIVoXFfyI/AAAAAAAABF0/jyLN017lH8Q/s1600-h/P1020263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755017147350818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIVoXFfyI/AAAAAAAABF0/jyLN017lH8Q/s320/P1020263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIWIXFfzI/AAAAAAAABF8/fMUWfmtNbLM/s1600-h/P1020266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755025737285426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIWIXFfzI/AAAAAAAABF8/fMUWfmtNbLM/s320/P1020266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know Nic's prettier than me shut up already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIXoXFf1I/AAAAAAAABGM/kG85Oa5NczI/s1600-h/P1020272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755051507089234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRIXoXFf1I/AAAAAAAABGM/kG85Oa5NczI/s320/P1020272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLkIXFf3I/AAAAAAAABGc/yxDdecTJy3k/s1600-h/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067758564790337394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLkIXFf3I/AAAAAAAABGc/yxDdecTJy3k/s320/P1020275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLl4XFf5I/AAAAAAAABGs/7AojBJfCrR0/s1600-h/P1020285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067758594855108498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLl4XFf5I/AAAAAAAABGs/7AojBJfCrR0/s320/P1020285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLi4XFf2I/AAAAAAAABGU/Q7uJEZRQ21k/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067758543315500898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLi4XFf2I/AAAAAAAABGU/Q7uJEZRQ21k/s320/P1020274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLkoXFf4I/AAAAAAAABGk/nGo12vNg3Jg/s1600-h/P1020283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067758573380272002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLkoXFf4I/AAAAAAAABGk/nGo12vNg3Jg/s320/P1020283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kissy kissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLmoXFf6I/AAAAAAAABG0/fBuUZ0dqaGo/s1600-h/P1020288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067758607740010402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRLmoXFf6I/AAAAAAAABG0/fBuUZ0dqaGo/s320/P1020288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have flabby arms here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNSIXFf9I/AAAAAAAABHM/YeGZZntoXBA/s1600-h/P1020291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760454575947730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNSIXFf9I/AAAAAAAABHM/YeGZZntoXBA/s320/P1020291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesbianic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNUoXFf_I/AAAAAAAABHc/NU83LXz4KVo/s1600-h/P1020289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760497525620722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNUoXFf_I/AAAAAAAABHc/NU83LXz4KVo/s320/P1020289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic, he's too tall for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNUIXFf-I/AAAAAAAABHU/mRpnHiBSuWw/s1600-h/P1020290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760488935686114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNUIXFf-I/AAAAAAAABHU/mRpnHiBSuWw/s320/P1020290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lesbianic moment! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNO4XFf7I/AAAAAAAABG8/OySOwBzNEbg/s1600-h/P1020293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760398741372850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNO4XFf7I/AAAAAAAABG8/OySOwBzNEbg/s320/P1020293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNRYXFf8I/AAAAAAAABHE/6hasvki9lQI/s1600-h/P1020292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760441691045826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRNRYXFf8I/AAAAAAAABHE/6hasvki9lQI/s320/P1020292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet a new friend of mine when I walked to tanah merah the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm having phantom kilos okay! I cycled and walked so much the past few days and I sweated so much till my ponytail looks thinner than a toothpick and that evil evil kg just won't leave me! GO AWAY KG YOU'RE UNWANTED! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this morning I had this really really really strong urge to climb a tree. I have really weird impulses okay and I finally curbed the urge when I went to Pasir Ris park just now and climbed the spider web. Hehehe. Now I'm craving for barbecued chicken wings. D: I cycled around the whole of Pasir Ris with Claire again. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KGs BE GONE! I'm so sleepy now. I hope this helps stop the late nights and whatnot. I've been having too much late nights I'm starting to have a nightlife. Yes I've been sneaking out. I think my inner mischief is finally unleashed, which I inherited from my father mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thin my hair some more. Omg that's crazy cause if I were to thin it some more I'd probably be bald. Hurhurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5314444651556528318?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5314444651556528318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5314444651556528318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5314444651556528318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5314444651556528318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/phantom-kilos.html' title='Phantom Kilos'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RlRHKYXFfwI/AAAAAAAABFk/IDGkotQdlHI/s72-c/P1020261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-739549568543553895</id><published>2007-05-23T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:28:39.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang bang!</title><content type='html'>Happiness is not a state of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa lent me history boys yo. Kinda lazy to watch it now but I promised that I'll return it to her tomorrow. ): Maybe later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missus Yip will be seeing my parents for PTM, that's a huge relief. Esp to the lefties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope POTC 3 tickets don't sell out tomorrow. -prays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-739549568543553895?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/739549568543553895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=739549568543553895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/739549568543553895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/739549568543553895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/bang-bang.html' title='Bang bang!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8015912527596248504</id><published>2007-05-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:26:58.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Never Ends</title><content type='html'>Whatever it is, I hope I don't meet fat nuns with moustaches who bully when I graduate. I know I'm not skinny thang myself too but hell I've lost enough weight to call her fat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bad day yo. A few people got quite terrified when I came into class with a black face. Sorry yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in at like what, 10.20 in the morning on my watch, but the school's clock said 10.30 and I was considered late. There wasn't even any bus in the first place. ): So then I got sent to RTC. What a bitch yo, I got caught for long nails, so I used my own nailclipper and bloody hell I still needed to pay 50 cents. Then I was made to take out my cartilage piercing (it wasn't as painful as I thought though, but like, the pain gripping the earring and stuff kills) but I'm not allowed to collect my earring until like, next semester. Then I almost lost my nose stud. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fake nails. I have fake nails. Just 2 more days theresse and you can put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now when I itch I can't scratch properly, and I scratched my eye by accident cause of the sharp edges yo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we had an hour of english. We played abit of daidee cause there wasn't enough people to play bridge. But good enough. And we were lucky enough cause when we just finished a game the vice principal came in. Oh while looking for players for bridge I asked shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know how to play bridge?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"daidee?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"shush you're hopeless. how the hell are you going to socialise next time? you won't be rich enough for high tea everyday you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can always look for a rich boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;by then tessa heard us and I carried on&lt;br /&gt;"wah you think so damn easy find rich boyfriend issit?"&lt;br /&gt;and tessa went "yah like as if you that damn pretty like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was history. Mdm Chan showed us like, the rules between men and women and it cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in shape, round is a shape!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she calls me the pluck eyebrow girl now ): She knew my name lor but now she's decided to call me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was physics. Missus Yip went through corrections with us. Nyah nyah nyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of exams today. It was scary. Esp my social studies paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8015912527596248504?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8015912527596248504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8015912527596248504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8015912527596248504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8015912527596248504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High School Never Ends'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-5915966255155791549</id><published>2007-05-22T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:24:08.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel In Disguise</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 2.20 a.m. and I feel like crap. Told you self assurance runs out fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-5915966255155791549?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5915966255155791549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=5915966255155791549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5915966255155791549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/5915966255155791549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/angel-in-disguise.html' title='Angel In Disguise'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-416633454085289465</id><published>2007-05-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:56:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>Had a long fucking day yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 4.20, walked from Pasir Ris to Tanah Merah, prayed all the way. Yeah laugh all you want I was feeling quite terrified okay. I walked from Pasir Ris, to Tampines, to Simei, to Bedok Simpang to Tanah Merah. My walk ended at 6.15. Yes I used the route the bus number 9 uses. Cool shit no? Debbie claims that there was a pathway on the highway but hell I'm not taking that. Fucking dark shit yo I don't wanna die getting knocked down by a car or seeing "something" among the trees lampposts whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was an adventure! Adventure/calming at some points. Gives you some time to reflect. I talked to myself, sang, laughed you would've probably thought I was insane. I had 4 near death experiences. One including being scared onto the main road by a lizard, another involved a huge shock to find a cockroach almost crawling over my toe, one included almost getting rammed down by a taxi. Hah. I also received 2 perverse proposals. I got wolf whistled at by a group of those troublemakers you would see around at that hour. Behhhhh! ADVENTURE YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached debbie's place I was beat, sore from blisters and my feet ached. I hoped to lose 2 kg over the weekend from all the cycling and walking apparently I didn't. )): I sat with debbie and crapped for about 30 mins talking whatever we could squeeze in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Debbie, thank you for the "cheer-up-please" present though I doubt it was really necessary. Hell I'm grateful that God gave me good friends that really picked me back up. So then debbie made me go to school really really early for NO apparent reason. D: I managed to find plasters for my irritating blisters. And when I reached school, I unveiled my present and god was everybody jealous yo! Then I was ranting on and on and on about how AWESTRUCK I was at Phantom. And the first thing Sylvie said to me this morning was "Did you tattoo your eyebrows?". UHHHHHHHHHH! "I drew them, nice right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were made to go back to class, then they announced that they'll release english marks only at the end of the day. And for the whole morning I was swearing at the fact that the school made me come early for NOTHING. So I freezed up in the library while they were having drills, sleeping and probably snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was recess. I like recess. We do nonsense during recess. Today Sherrie was cute yo! And today everybody was learning "motherfucker" in cantonese. But I can't seem to remember it, I only remember the "diu" part cause it sounds like laser guns! DIU DIU DIUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was biooooooooo and then 1 hour of english! She didn't come today so Tessa, Nicole Junie and I played bridge for an hour! OMG I'M GETTING THE GAME I'M GETTING THE GAME TIME TO SPREAD THE LOVE YO! Then was history hahaha J.Chan was sooooo nonsense today omg she was just funny I can't remember what she said though. We didn't get to finish platoon and deppdepp though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was english, I refuse, to talk, about it. Mavis was being an idiot because after she spray me with water I got scolded by the aunty when she ran away. Not fair yo. )'X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school did NE quiz BAHAHAHA I'M EXPERT BUILDER! It was fun! Walked to the bus stop with Sherrie and talked, like what girls do, then headed down to Roxy Square and watched Kate get her tattoo done. Omg it's beautiful. I swear to god it was an eye opening experience. Not forgetting that the tattoo artist was FUCKING CUTE I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate thinks so too! HEH! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat. I can't even remember my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-416633454085289465?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/416633454085289465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=416633454085289465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/416633454085289465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/416633454085289465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-181595081596221666</id><published>2007-05-21T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:13:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Omfg my left eye is frigging red now because my half-mascarased eyelash/es is/are frigging poking into my damn eye and I'm not sleeping now because I drank pepsi and caffeine is running through my blood thanks to a girl named Neeekole Ahn-Drey-Ah Tan Xin Yaaaaaaaa! GAH! Bahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day ahead. Meeting debbie when the sun hasn't even risen (pardon ze grammar, I'm brain dead). Planning to walk to Tanah Merah. YES TANAH MERAH. Wish me luck. Never mind, if I can walk to bird's place, if I can walk in long distances in heels while complaining, if I CAN SHOP FOR HOURS ON END, I CAN DO THIS. Gahahaha. Pray I don't die on the highway or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I cycle? Nawwwww, I don't wanna cycle uphill to school later. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school gots to change out of uniform and head down to Roxy Square to see Kate get her tattoo. :D Hope that by seeing that, I'll imagine what the pain is like, and not get one. Instead of finding it fascinating and wanting to get one. Gahaha. I hope I won't have the impulse to pierce myself tomorrow too. OMGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh. Life is good when you feel assured. It's all going to be gone during the week so better stock up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-181595081596221666?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/181595081596221666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=181595081596221666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/181595081596221666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/181595081596221666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/gahhhhh.html' title='GAHHHHH'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8857553798629160182</id><published>2007-05-21T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:32:32.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom Of The Opera</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I have to oh let's see, soak my feet cause they're fucking aching, prepare for school tomorrow, pack my bag, clear my room my a bit, wash my make up off, wash the hairspray off my hair, clean the nail polish off my fingers and clean my cartilage piercing, I have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA WAS FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see what my friends mean when they would pay money to watch it all over again. I know I would. Too bad Nic and I caught the last last last last last show of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity that I didn't buy the complete CD of the show.I BOUGHT A TEE SHIRT THOUGH! The universal version, THAT GLOWS IN THE DARK YO! So right now, I'm going to play the movie's version over and over again and tahan till I manage to find someone who has the performance's version of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos tomorrow or something, when Nicole photoshops it. Or... I can just put unphotoshopped ones when I'm free. Nic is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from act 1, I WAS FUCKING AWESTRUCK FROM THE CHANDELIERS AND WHATNOT! It made my hair stand (in a good way) and whatnot. The props and effects were good and were enough to send me on a happy high till now. The scenes were enough to make me feel every emotion there is, sadness, love, happiness and everything. It was enchanting and really magical. After the whole show I told Nic not to be offended that I'd rather have a boyfriend to watch with cause I just want to hold his hand so tightly after the whole show and everything and feel in love and whatnot. ): But after the whole performance the cast came out and everyone in the audience stood up to clap. And the reopened curtains about twice or thrice. And on the final reopening the cast ran towards the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for Brad Little. &lt;333333333333333333333333 I fell for the Phantom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you actually believe I teared abit during the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget these wide eyed fearssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! D: I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN. I hope they come back to Singapore soon. Not like, in 10 years time though. I'm having this strong sense of nostalgia within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I were planning to get Becky a mask cause she thinks she's then Phantom Of the SAC. Then we were trying to picture her in her uniform with the mask swinging around the school like Tarzan. HA HA HA HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I was kinda worried that our seats were going to be horrible, but it was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CHANDALIER(sp?) SCENE! IT'S STILL GIVING ME GOOSEBUMPS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a poser arty fart but I don't give a shit. I love romance. (I know you're saying where the hell does romance come in? but I think it's quite a romantic film okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still absorbing every single scene now. You can tell I really love the show by the very very long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the fact that I missed the last bus home, and had to cab home with a 20% surcharge and it amounted to 5 bucks plus wasn't enough to ruin my mood. I managed not to miss a cab and the uncle was nice to charge me 5 bucks only. I have a nice shirt too. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you asked me did I have a great weekend? SURE I DID! SCREW RESULTS! Thank you everybody who cared. &lt;33333333333 I LOVE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8857553798629160182?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8857553798629160182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8857553798629160182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8857553798629160182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8857553798629160182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom Of The Opera'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4245401599232228117</id><published>2007-05-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:49:36.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline Rush</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling better today! Despite being in pain all over the place. I'm such an adrenaline junkie, but I'm not built for adventurous terrain. ): oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesserday was supposed to cycle to East Coast Park with Claire and meet up with Birdbird later. But the sky threatened to electrocute/fry me and Claire, if not, threatened to drown us. ): So in the end we told Bird we couldn't make it, but decided to cycle around Pasir Ris instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left my home and met up with Claire and her mom to get the bikes pumped. The bicycle shops were closed so we went to the petrol station. Then I saw this middle aged man pumping his car tyre, so I just didn't care and sat on my bike like, 2 steps away from the pump. Then Claire suddenly exclaimed "LIM BEY BEY! IN THE CAR!" and omg true enough, she was sitting in the car! And I think she caught me gawking at her because after a while she noticed me (I was standing near the front window, where she was sitting) and she gave me that stare. And it's so embarrassing cause I think she recognised me from earlier in the afternoon when I was saying about how happy I am that I won't be in amaths tutorials when I'm right behind her, and she turned around and saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN that was awkward. And I had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started our journey on the perimeters of Pasir Ris, then headed to Josephine's place. We had a lot of fun on the way there complaining about how our bums were aching. We made a detour to my old place, then cycling to Josephine's place (my old kindergarten was under her block, so we went the route my mom used when she sent me to school on a bike) then we met her underneath the block and we talked nonsense till claire's mom called claire and told her she wanted her home by 11. So we cycled under the void decks this time because Claire and I were terrified of the lightning. I swear man fear was like, grabbing me by my throat. There was even a moment I stupidly cycled across an open field, when the SUPER BRIGHT flash of lightning struck. I was scared shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I was so tired, my arms ached, till I got into quite a few accidents. I almost flew off my bike quite a few times, and there were quite a significant amount of times where I almost flew onto the open road. I also almost fell sideways, bumped into walls, lost control of my bike and swerved. Luck was on my side if not I wouldn't be sitting here today man. Halfway home it was raining but Claire lived nearer so she didn't managed to get as drenched as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I cycled home alone in the rain (it was getting quite late, slightly past 11, we cycled for 2 hours), I think I had quite a scary experience lor, there was nobody on the concrete pathways, and there was no cars on the road. Then there was this strong flower smell. OMG I FREAKED OUT OKAY I was too scared to look behind. And it lasted for about 10 minutes okay OMG so scary. AND I SPED HOME I didn't care. I just sped till I was dead beat when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, got me pumped up and I like it. I came home wet from sweat and the rain and my heart was racing. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures. I think I cycled about 10 km. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 30 mins (and while recovering) Bird messaged me telling me she was bored. And I knew what she meant, haha she needed to go out for the night and had nobody to accompany her. So then we agreed to meet at N2 macs at 1 a.m.. I left my house at 12.15 and walked there. Yes I walked from my flat in Pasir Ris, to the market place in tampines. I reached there on time. I know it's not right, for a girl to walk around so late in the night alone. Heh. But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we settled down she told me she’s got a little cheer up present for me, and yeah, it really cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeoXFfiI/AAAAAAAABD0/0XttjW2sQDc/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242243766353442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeoXFfiI/AAAAAAAABD0/0XttjW2sQDc/s320/Adrenaline+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote me a sweet note, (: and said I could choose any cute stupid looking tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeYXFfgI/AAAAAAAABDk/bBv7umi-GyY/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242239471386114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeYXFfgI/AAAAAAAABDk/bBv7umi-GyY/s320/Adrenaline+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeoXFfhI/AAAAAAAABDs/qGk1VKVxlsM/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242243766353426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeoXFfhI/AAAAAAAABDs/qGk1VKVxlsM/s320/Adrenaline+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose a pretty heart. (: cute no? I told her I'd put it on today. But I forgot ): Besides I don't want to the teacher to ask me to take it off during school hours. Maybe on Friday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked nonsense, shared emotions, told secrets, gossiped, discussed results. Talked about anything you could possibly imagine. It feels good talking to Bird. And she also let me flick the straw to make the loud explosion sound. (: Fun. We left Macs around 3 a.m. cause both of us had a craving and tried to look for a shop. But to no avail. We called Ivana to discuss some plans and then we walked back to 7-11 and got some cheap junkfood. I got really really cheap ruffles potato chips and I was a happy girl. (: Then we sat at the bus stop and she ate her crispy seaweed and I ate my chips till Ivana called us back. We were planning to go to her place and deliver the food she wanted. But then Ivana said she couldn't come out and that we could carry on with whatever we wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the both of us sat at the bus stop till 4 talking some more, and she told me jokes which got me laughing really loudly. And we got really tired (besides there were so many police cars driving by) so Bird invited me to her place to spend the night there. So I said okay, and we walked all the way to Changi. Damn I did a lot of walking. Walked a total of 6-8 bus stops altogether. So we reached her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oe4XFfjI/AAAAAAAABD8/vJQbRNsKGmw/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242248061320754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oe4XFfjI/AAAAAAAABD8/vJQbRNsKGmw/s320/Adrenaline+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a spongebob toy and she said I could sleep with it. :DDDDD I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7o24XFfrI/AAAAAAAABE8/3nMomh515Gk/s1600-h/Adrenaline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242660378181298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7o24XFfrI/AAAAAAAABE8/3nMomh515Gk/s320/Adrenaline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird! You were so cute as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked till we slept about 5 am. She was telling me about her family, her pillows and all. Haha. And early in the morning I could hear her sister in the room packing her things and all. I think she was going to school. Bird and I slept all the way till 1 plus. And then when I woke up I saw this on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ovoXFflI/AAAAAAAABEM/tM6-9bRFUkQ/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242535824129618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ovoXFflI/AAAAAAAABEM/tM6-9bRFUkQ/s320/Adrenaline+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TICKLE ME ELMO! And I asked whether I could play with it. And she said yeah! But the both of us were too lazy to get out of bed. And when I finally did my ass felt like as if it was going to drop off (from the night before, cycling). SO FUN YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ovoXFfmI/AAAAAAAABEU/bO-FUI49bp4/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242535824129634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ovoXFfmI/AAAAAAAABEU/bO-FUI49bp4/s320/Adrenaline+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7owIXFfoI/AAAAAAAABEk/RY2WzmuvY-k/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242544414064258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7owIXFfoI/AAAAAAAABEk/RY2WzmuvY-k/s320/Adrenaline+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ov4XFfnI/AAAAAAAABEc/QzojzZKGiaU/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242540119096946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7ov4XFfnI/AAAAAAAABEc/QzojzZKGiaU/s320/Adrenaline+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7owIXFfpI/AAAAAAAABEs/pyCWF3-ZI48/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242544414064274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7owIXFfpI/AAAAAAAABEs/pyCWF3-ZI48/s320/Adrenaline+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's so nice )))))))))): I want one too! It made me laugh. A lot. See if it makes you laugh too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RWI44x_Oao" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DID RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both laid in our different beds laughing and talking and laughing some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID THE FACE I DO BEFORE I SNEEZE IS DAMN UGLY. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she said she was hungry but I wuzzent. Then she said she wouldn't eat unless I ate with her. So I reluctantly gave in and we went downstairs and she was really generous with her food. We ate and while she was showing me the stuff her dogs can do. And it's so stupid I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done eating we went up to watch The Devil Wears Prada. Halfway through Tiffany came in eating her bread and said "Bird, I feel like a pig". Hahaha it was funny! Bird's sisters are nice yo! :D Apparently she said her sister didn't turn on the lights while she was packing her bag this morning cause I was sleeping. Usually if there wasn't a guest she always switched the lights on. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tiffany watched the remaining of TDWP with us and she was talking about the drinks "Whatever" and "Anything". Then I was like "Oh my god Nicole was telling me about it yesterday night. I just ignored her thinking that she was talking about an incident where she asks her friends what they want to drink and they said 'Anything' or 'Whatever'. So that was the drink she was talking about.". And birddeh laughed at me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the other room and Tiffany was nice, she gave me a can to try. :D Mine was Chrysanthemum tea. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oe4XFfkI/AAAAAAAABEE/wGZZn5d67Zk/s1600-h/Adrenaline+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066242248061320770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oe4XFfkI/AAAAAAAABEE/wGZZn5d67Zk/s320/Adrenaline+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played more TMX Elmo before I went home at 5.15. And I reached home just before my mother came back home from work. I was out for the whole night and afternoon and nobody in my household found out! HAHAHA THIS IS FUN MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and showered and tried to fix my piercing (it got embedded halfway into the flesh and my cartilage swelled up to twice the size, no joke. And it hurts). And I'm here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun 20 hours man. :D Thank you Claire and Birdbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire said we were going to cycle to ECP tonight, but I bet right now her ass is hurting as much as mine. hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4245401599232228117?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4245401599232228117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4245401599232228117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4245401599232228117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4245401599232228117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/adrenaline-rush.html' title='Adrenaline Rush'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rk7oeoXFfiI/AAAAAAAABD0/0XttjW2sQDc/s72-c/Adrenaline+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1139632146663377347</id><published>2007-05-18T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:20:37.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what'd you think?</title><content type='html'>You. Have. No. Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Have. No. Fucking. Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have no damn idea how much I've come to hate myself now. I'm devastated about my results. In the midst of everything, in my broken down state, I poured out everything to Shu Ning. Every single last drop. I sat there and sobbed and went over and over again "I'm a failure, I hate myself, I'm the worst friend ever, I'm so fucking ugly, I'm not smart enough." And all she could do was watch helplessly at the broken down wreck in front of her, and yet try to put in a few words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad for Shu Ning, she didn't deserve such crappy marks. I would've switched my good marks with any of her fails is that would make her feel better. She really didn't deserve to get such marks and it broke my heart even more to see her break down in front of me like that. It broke my heart to see my 2 sitting buddies, Linette and Shu Ning, crying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't even help myself, much less help them. I did badly as you might've guessed. I was okay at first, I was bottling up every fail I had. When I walked up to sign, Nicole asked "how'd you do?" and everything just went haywire after that. But thank you to those who tried comforting me. Like Claire, Mommy, Nicole, Birdbird, Sylvie, Chinny. And to Jolena, for finally... FINALLY giving me a hug when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my results now, makes me feel like crap now, and shit man I'm tearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt there's any way to comfort me now. But please please don't come and tell me "come on theresse, you're not that bad/dumb/ugly/fat/insert any other bad adjective here". And please don't let me hear the line "It's only mids, you can do better the next time.". Unless you want to see me cry my lungs out. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen now and I look really really really asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let everything out later at East Coast Park. Birdbird will be there for me I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a heartbreaking day. It was heartbreaking to see such horrible marks, it was heartbreaking to be sitting just only a few feet away, it was heartbreaking to see all those friends whom you held so close to your hearts cry, it was heartbreaking to see so much disappointment in the teachers' eyes, it was heartbreaking to know that there's no other person whom you can rant to to make you feel all better, it was heartbreaking to put a smile on your face, yet deep down inside all you were thinking about was "why'd you leave", and I admit, it's heartbreaking to be best friends with the smartest + most mentally mature in class while you're probably the most immature + dumbest, you just feel like you're hindering everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ning, whatever it is babe, I'm still sitting beside you and I'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;Linette, if you ever get to read this, we're still in the same row and I'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, whatever JC you wish to go to, I wish you all the luck you'll need.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa, you bugger, such a pity I'm 2 persons behind you, I really needed a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my top top top top top priority, is looking after my classmates, my girls, my friends. Even if it's at the cost of my grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1139632146663377347?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1139632146663377347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1139632146663377347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1139632146663377347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1139632146663377347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-whatd-you-think.html' title='So what&apos;d you think?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2568312523533779389</id><published>2007-05-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:51:14.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Every 4/7er is scared shit. I've hit 30 points for L1R5, subjects - nosedive. I'll never make it into a JC, I'll have to compete for a place in poly. Everybody's talking about DSA and it's not making me feel any better that I can never make it into a JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry grandfather, for letting you down. A huge letdown after all that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin said panadol kills 5 minutes of muscle life. I must've killed half an hour then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2568312523533779389?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2568312523533779389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2568312523533779389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2568312523533779389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2568312523533779389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8610282049511988754</id><published>2007-05-17T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:39:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge</title><content type='html'>Today I did the usual nonsense in the library. And Jolena was being ultimate stupid. Everyone was silently doing their own thing when out of the blue she lets out this LOUD and DISGUSTING burp that I bet the upper level could hear. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this cat in the area that meows like a constipated kid. It tickles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we had a whole hour of chemistry cause Missus Yip wasn't here, and Mrs Yong decided to give her period away. After that was english, Mrs Lopez didn't come in for lesson and Miss Juliana didn't come in for 1 hr of social studies. So we spent the 1 and a half hours playing daidee and I got to learn a new game, bridge. I think I understand what went on, right now I have to learn strategies. Heh. Junie, Dawn, Caroline and I (with my loving teacher, Nicole) were having fun. The relief teacher kept staring at us but she didn't do anything. Except for like coming over and telling us to do our work. But she got fed up and gave us a maths equation to solve in which we shoved to Caroline. Oh Sylvie was doing her chinese work, when we were supposed to do social studies. This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie: "Social Studies"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "In chinese?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked everyone up. Oh some girl fell into the school pond today it was soooooooo funny. During recess. I think the relief teacher got fed up with our class she wanted to leave the class even before the bell rang so she let us off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way out of school Claire and I invited Bird to join us biking tomorrow night and she was very enthusiastic about it. Now the 3 of us are pumped up to go cycling. Bird wanted to plan the route but I'm like "ah whatever makes you happy". So then we stopped by to say Hi to Missus Heng and to ask her about amaths results. I PASSED YA'LL! I FRIGGIN PASSED! I hope no more amaths tutorials for me next semester. Suck on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missus Heng said she had fun marking my paper and she had a good laugh at the drawings. I know they're nothing much but that's the best I can do in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm going to read up on bridge and spread the love to the entire world so that they can join me in this beautiful game! Oh by the way, we were using my disney poker cards today and everyone said it was so cute! I bet it didn't even look like we were gambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8610282049511988754?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8610282049511988754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8610282049511988754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8610282049511988754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8610282049511988754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/bridge.html' title='Bridge'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7351633494482745430</id><published>2007-05-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:16:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rks6qIXFfeI/AAAAAAAABDU/PfbYLw3I9oo/s1600-h/JO+IS+FUNNY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065206701381484002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rks6qIXFfeI/AAAAAAAABDU/PfbYLw3I9oo/s320/JO+IS+FUNNY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rks6qYXFffI/AAAAAAAABDc/74owzm1xp7A/s1600-h/JO+IS+FUNNY1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065206705676451314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rks6qYXFffI/AAAAAAAABDc/74owzm1xp7A/s320/JO+IS+FUNNY1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bestie is cute, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire's got me all pumped up for this friday. We goin' cycling for the whole morning and during the holidays too. Mimi's joining in and I'm really really excited. That kinda perked my mood up considering that my emotions decided to take a nose dive into an all time low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like listening to Tu Amor, it makes me cry yo. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to bring daddy's bike to the repair shop this friday. There's so many things I wanna do. Thank god Dawndawn said she'll look for people to play mahjong with me at her place because I had the sudden urge to do so. Daidee too anybody? I got Disney Princess poker cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poker! -poke poke. I'm a poker! Stupid Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I think Luningning (pronounced as uhm.. lu-ning-ning) is one damn friggin cute name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7351633494482745430?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7351633494482745430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7351633494482745430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7351633494482745430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7351633494482745430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/change-world.html' title='Change the world?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rks6qIXFfeI/AAAAAAAABDU/PfbYLw3I9oo/s72-c/JO+IS+FUNNY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1826836202972323111</id><published>2007-05-16T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:40:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heartbreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1826836202972323111?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1826836202972323111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1826836202972323111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1826836202972323111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1826836202972323111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/heartbreak.html' title=''/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8146436841254231561</id><published>2007-05-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:56:18.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, soon.</title><content type='html'>Today was I think, one of the most depressing days ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school early because I didn't want to be marked as late again. Bumped into Xyne outside the GO and we made our way up to the library. Mel joined us later and we were all talking about being late on monday. (Apparently I wasn't the only one. Mel was only 5 minutes late while Xyne came in at 11) Being sent to RTC just for coming in 5 minutes late was stupid and she was complaining about the nun forcing her to cut her nails (and that I managed to get away scot free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Xyne was also telling me about how slightly after me and before her, Dode was late too and she was arguing with the perpetually-shoving-food-into-her-face-24/7 nun and how she complained about seeing a teacher. Amusing! Then Rachael came in and joined us, after going to RTC for being late. And Jessie appeared too with Gayathri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Mel was giving away her nonsense, like stickers and ribbons. (I got a full sheet of Disney Princesses!) Thanks Melissa! :D Jo got a spiderman sticker. I got an Elmo sticker from Rachael just for telling her about the POTC movie marathon! And I got Stitch stickers too! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When recess time was almost over, Mel, Jo and I left the library in teenage giggling fits because James Franco is sooooooooooooooooooo cute and dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all about tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a friend crying when I came into class and I ran up to her to comfort her. And Jeanette was like "wah theresse you're so motherly.". Uhhmmm, righto Jeanette! That so didn't help curb my maternal instincts from kicking in okay. Too much of Taylor makes you want to have your own kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was chem and everything went downhill the whole day. Mrs Boo told us in our face that our results were horrible. She was even honest to those who got an F9. Anyways there was only 1 A1-er in class and you would've guessed, it's Jolena. There goes the A1 I aimed for. ): Not only that, there were only 3 A2-ers (oh which everyone predicts will be taken by Junie, Claire and Jia Li). I cannot settle for a 3 I studied so mofo-ing hard for Chem. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sitting buddy was crying during Chem and Bio and the other 2 of us had to comfort her too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which my results are terrible shit. They slipped like way downhill. Even to the extent that I might hit 30 for L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio-F9&lt;br /&gt;Chem-C5 (I give myself C5 minimum. I CANNOT get below class's MSG)&lt;br /&gt;Physics-B4&lt;br /&gt;Emaths-B4&lt;br /&gt;Amaths-D7&lt;br /&gt;History-E8&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies-C6&lt;br /&gt;Combined-D7&lt;br /&gt;English-B4 (it's possible okay)&lt;br /&gt;Total L1R5: 4+4+4+5+7+7 = 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. ))))))))))))))))): I'll never be good enough for anything, anyone. It's demoralising. Now I'm still contemplating whether to give school a miss on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why you see, today is a very depressing day. The one thing I'm scared of, is what mom will do what she said to me on one of the 19th of April (when I was absent). I only told Nicole about it and I'm quite terrified now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8146436841254231561?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8146436841254231561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8146436841254231561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8146436841254231561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8146436841254231561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/soon-soon.html' title='Soon, soon.'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-9171579691479748086</id><published>2007-05-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:33:50.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo!</title><content type='html'>It's my first time there. -smiles sheepishly. Fine laugh all you want so you think you damn cool that you went to vivo before lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday I typed a looooooooong post. Ranting about how I started my day bad when I was "late". I didn't even see myself as late when I arrived at 10.40 when assembly time was 10.15. I mean, the chinese girls were still having their lessons what the hell did they want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, after that was RECESS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just cut to the chase. Mdm Sim was too nice for words yesterday. It was kinda weird. My pro-communist group was in a world of their own during english. And J.Chan let us watch a movie, "Platoon", where I have never seen so much swearing in my entire life, and Johnny Depp was looking hot getting high on smoking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then J.Chan asked Junie to fast forward the video cause the "drugs" scene was a bad influence on us. Then the next scene was a gambling scene and she was like "ah, gambling. Can.". It cracked us all up. And she was telling us about the movie "Can you imagine, this movie, no women, no romance. And I actualyl LOVE this movie!". Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, was shopping with Nicole. Her dress was sold out in 2 outlets and we scaled vivo for another dress for her to wear. But our efforts were fruitless. We managed to find Sa though. Oh Nicole, thanks for the sugar doughnut though it really wasn't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even agreed J.Chan was like, the Singaporean version of Janice Dickinson. After Nic had to go, I made my way down Pasir Ris Park alone, walked the stretch of beach till it got too dark to be dinnertime. Walked about 3km back home. And now I'm dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu73SDqVI/AAAAAAAABCs/gB8HHZWQ6Sc/s1600-h/vivo!+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771599430035794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu73SDqVI/AAAAAAAABCs/gB8HHZWQ6Sc/s320/vivo!+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu8nSDqWI/AAAAAAAABC0/qJhkkR2WWsY/s1600-h/vivo!+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771612314937698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu8nSDqWI/AAAAAAAABC0/qJhkkR2WWsY/s320/vivo!+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu9nSDqXI/AAAAAAAABC8/BHzBmbLb1gs/s1600-h/vivo!+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771629494806898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu9nSDqXI/AAAAAAAABC8/BHzBmbLb1gs/s320/vivo!+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu-XSDqYI/AAAAAAAABDE/YIrR8199EQM/s1600-h/vivo!+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771642379708802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu-XSDqYI/AAAAAAAABDE/YIrR8199EQM/s320/vivo!+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu_HSDqZI/AAAAAAAABDM/jezyBHx-oA4/s1600-h/vivo!+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771655264610706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu_HSDqZI/AAAAAAAABDM/jezyBHx-oA4/s320/vivo!+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jo! I almost made it to the top without screaming. So much for laughing at me back when we were in Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmttXSDqQI/AAAAAAAABCE/dtenpRoxC0k/s1600-h/vivo!+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770250810304770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmttXSDqQI/AAAAAAAABCE/dtenpRoxC0k/s320/vivo!+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtuHSDqRI/AAAAAAAABCM/qyECLWC4AkE/s1600-h/vivo!+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770263695206674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtuHSDqRI/AAAAAAAABCM/qyECLWC4AkE/s320/vivo!+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtuXSDqSI/AAAAAAAABCU/2pfPCzoQBK8/s1600-h/vivo!+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770267990173986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtuXSDqSI/AAAAAAAABCU/2pfPCzoQBK8/s320/vivo!+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmtu3SDqTI/AAAAAAAABCc/R21clz4fXFY/s1600-h/vivo!+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770276580108594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmtu3SDqTI/AAAAAAAABCc/R21clz4fXFY/s320/vivo!+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtvHSDqUI/AAAAAAAABCk/In1taU6nUlQ/s1600-h/vivo!+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770280875075906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkmtvHSDqUI/AAAAAAAABCk/In1taU6nUlQ/s320/vivo!+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panadol, my best friend for the past 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-9171579691479748086?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/9171579691479748086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=9171579691479748086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/9171579691479748086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/9171579691479748086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/vivo.html' title='Vivo!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rkmu73SDqVI/AAAAAAAABCs/gB8HHZWQ6Sc/s72-c/vivo!+(12).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6905794977912619603</id><published>2007-05-14T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:25:51.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Salty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULHSDqII/AAAAAAAABBE/eoh4WNI94Ok/s1600-h/Photo052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064108855911491714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULHSDqII/AAAAAAAABBE/eoh4WNI94Ok/s320/Photo052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird bird, I know I embarrass you one time too many. But hell, I still love your stupid antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULXSDqKI/AAAAAAAABBU/oBVQlp_fLqw/s1600-h/Photo056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064108860206459042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULXSDqKI/AAAAAAAABBU/oBVQlp_fLqw/s320/Photo056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up losing weight for this any day. I know I'm not a big fan of starbucks but THIS made me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8XSDqLI/AAAAAAAABBc/NeHj4kalSzA/s1600-h/Photo074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064109702020049074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8XSDqLI/AAAAAAAABBc/NeHj4kalSzA/s320/Photo074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8nSDqMI/AAAAAAAABBk/bNHcluzYunQ/s1600-h/Photo075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064109706315016386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8nSDqMI/AAAAAAAABBk/bNHcluzYunQ/s320/Photo075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8nSDqNI/AAAAAAAABBs/VTL8iWKHHWU/s1600-h/Photo076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064109706315016402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU8nSDqNI/AAAAAAAABBs/VTL8iWKHHWU/s320/Photo076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU83SDqOI/AAAAAAAABB0/opyNkUMmxqk/s1600-h/Photo077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064109710609983714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU83SDqOI/AAAAAAAABB0/opyNkUMmxqk/s320/Photo077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Xin unleashing her inner whore. More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdUKXSDqGI/AAAAAAAABA0/vwNyTeXizp0/s1600-h/P1020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064108843026589794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdUKXSDqGI/AAAAAAAABA0/vwNyTeXizp0/s320/P1020136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool Shit Yo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULHSDqHI/AAAAAAAABA8/T9JEph5wvJo/s1600-h/P1020161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064108855911491698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULHSDqHI/AAAAAAAABA8/T9JEph5wvJo/s320/P1020161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unglam-ly bang-ed my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSn3SDqBI/AAAAAAAABAM/9GuTTu3d--E/s1600-h/P1020123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064107150809475090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSn3SDqBI/AAAAAAAABAM/9GuTTu3d--E/s320/P1020123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm cool, I like theresse's shades yo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSoXSDqCI/AAAAAAAABAU/k9-4AT4naS0/s1600-h/P1020130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064107159399409698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSoXSDqCI/AAAAAAAABAU/k9-4AT4naS0/s320/P1020130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSpHSDqDI/AAAAAAAABAc/S3e3rOTAlVc/s1600-h/P1020131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064107172284311602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSpHSDqDI/AAAAAAAABAc/S3e3rOTAlVc/s320/P1020131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSpXSDqEI/AAAAAAAABAk/Zn4eEFqvjCY/s1600-h/P1020132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064107176579278914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSpXSDqEI/AAAAAAAABAk/Zn4eEFqvjCY/s320/P1020132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSp3SDqFI/AAAAAAAABAs/ssE6Bw2xWtk/s1600-h/P1020134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064107185169213522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdSp3SDqFI/AAAAAAAABAs/ssE6Bw2xWtk/s320/P1020134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accccck"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to pick my nose!"&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU9HSDqPI/AAAAAAAABB8/RrRH4TDGkDw/s1600-h/Photo092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064109714904951026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdU9HSDqPI/AAAAAAAABB8/RrRH4TDGkDw/s320/Photo092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartilage piercing. It hurts so much now it's enough to make me break out in cold sweat. I have this throbbing pain on the left side of my head all the way down to my neck. Geh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more picture of bird brushing her teeth in the toilet but that's for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I just got hit with a bad case of gastric, I've got stitches! )X Why am I hurting more than half the time I'm awake! DDDD: By the way, mom bought 2 new dresses and I fell in love with her white one. I'm trying to find an excuse to wear it out but I can't think of any. Maybe phantom of the opera. Nic! You may have the chance of seeing me in a dress yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know bestie cares. &lt;3 Mucho love goes out to Xyne and Jo yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6905794977912619603?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6905794977912619603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6905794977912619603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6905794977912619603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6905794977912619603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-salty.html' title='I&apos;m Salty'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkdULHSDqII/AAAAAAAABBE/eoh4WNI94Ok/s72-c/Photo052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6864300307564273209</id><published>2007-05-13T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:32:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Momsy Day</title><content type='html'>Help me wish your moms a happy mothers' day yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, keep me away from babies and baby clothes and whatnots. Cause my raging maternal hormones are kicking in. This is what happens to you when you see too much of Taylor. I give myself another 8 years maximum to have a kid. BAH! Maybe I'll adopt. And come up with some really cool name that ends with an "x" like Maddox or Pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby! ))): And it didn't help that I saw really really cute tiny adidas shoes meant for newborns the other day. Nic refused to acknowledge me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not exactly perked up yo. So it's perfectly understandable if a large percentage of ya'll decided to visit other blogs because of pretty pictures and leave this place for good. Which I have but do not want to put up cause I look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I cut my hair again. And my cartilage piercing has been hurting the whole day yo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday Fufu, and your twin too. (: Oh and happy belated to Linette (12th May), Mummy (today) and happy advanced teh-sah (14th May). So many birthdays. Oh god. Kx's and Nic's and Caroline's are coming up yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6864300307564273209?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6864300307564273209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6864300307564273209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6864300307564273209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6864300307564273209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-momsy-day.html' title='Happy Momsy Day'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6774955087690464789</id><published>2007-05-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:51:31.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Outburst</title><content type='html'>I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking detest myself. I fucking hate who I am. I fucking hate who I've been. I fucking hate everything. I fucking detest everything that has got to do with me. I fucking detest the way I look, think, breathe. I fucking hate the way I devote myself to work when I know I won't get what I want in the end. Don't fucking tell me life's unfair. I know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking hate myself. Right down to the very stone-hearted core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6774955087690464789?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6774955087690464789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6774955087690464789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6774955087690464789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6774955087690464789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotional-outburst.html' title='Emotional Outburst'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7381005383894453754</id><published>2007-05-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:11:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2HSDp8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/p-LVGPii3vc/s1600-h/P1020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063615913924995010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2HSDp8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/p-LVGPii3vc/s320/P1020100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2XSDp9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/ZHDxDN_RPk0/s1600-h/P1020101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063615918219962322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2XSDp9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/ZHDxDN_RPk0/s320/P1020101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught her red handed eating tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2nSDp-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/pUGzcz6Xe94/s1600-h/P1020103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063615922514929634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2nSDp-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/pUGzcz6Xe94/s320/P1020103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT3HSDp_I/AAAAAAAAA_8/BkfBl5X4ZY0/s1600-h/P1020109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063615931104864242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT3HSDp_I/AAAAAAAAA_8/BkfBl5X4ZY0/s320/P1020109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to rub it in that she could sleep and I can't cause I've got an exam the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT3XSDqAI/AAAAAAAABAE/Oqm7nRsbZYk/s1600-h/P1020111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063615935399831554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT3XSDqAI/AAAAAAAABAE/Oqm7nRsbZYk/s320/P1020111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mom how much you love her this mother's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to post photos from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happiness is only short lived. Oh like what? for 5 hours only? Provided if I was even truly happy within that 5 hours. I slept from 11 yesterday all the way till 4 this afternoon. That's like, 17 hours in total. I could've slept in for the whole weekend but I couldn't stand the oily feeling in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah mom cooked a feast for mother's day. But I don't feel hungry. This sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I need to stop worrying about my exams, I need to start worrying about my results. This sucks okay. I have so many things to worry about. I took a look into the mirror today my eyebags, were so fucking huge and ugly. I'm heading to bed. I know it's only 6.15 so shut up okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7381005383894453754?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7381005383894453754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7381005383894453754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7381005383894453754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7381005383894453754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-relief.html' title='No Relief'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkWT2HSDp8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/p-LVGPii3vc/s72-c/P1020100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4152139143362994237</id><published>2007-05-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:01:42.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quick One</title><content type='html'>I'm so frigging shagged and I cannot wait to jump into bed for the whole weekend. Will blog with pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I knew today was gonna be a bad day. It's a sick feeling that sticks with you the whole damn day yo. (Pardon my yos. Ali sucks cause she's got me addicted to saying it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was bad day was bad day was bad. Yannoe, I was so reluctant to get out of bed for my CLB listening. It took me 30 mins and a whole lot of effort to drag my lard-arse out of bed. Drag drag draaaaaaaaaaaag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite hungry now. I can't believe I've starved myself the whole week! And I'm also getting quite irritated that my folks, esp my mom, are breathing down my neck to eat something when I'm clearly not hungry. Yo! I didn't starve myself lah. I just didn't eat past like, 200 cal a day! Cause you seee, I stay up the whole night, studying, probably munching a biscuit or 2. Then gotta drink coffee to stay awake yannoe? So I don't eat breakfast cause I'd start vomitting and all. After papers I'd be so fugging shagged I'd knock out past lunch and dinner. By the time I wake there's no more food on the table. And I go back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was all good! I weighed myself and lost another 3kg. But I hate fucking water retentions that come with periods and after drinking water I frigging put on another 2 yo! WHERE'S THE SENSE OF JUSTICE IN THAT YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-yoos today's one of those "ugly days". D: I feel so uglyuglyugly yo! D: Maxine's just hearing me rant and rant and rant and rant. (Right now, I don't think a 'you look fine theresse!' will help. Just lay off the looks okay, sensitive issue.) Ugly day = bad day. Low self-confidence = bad day. Bad day = actually looking ugly. And this sad cycle goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it was that bad. I bought 2 new FBTs. A blue straight cut and the LAST silver straight cut, just my luck in MY size some more. I like my shorts yo! Now I feel like showing them off to the world by rolling my skirt short and sitting with my legs purposely open in school (I know I don't have nice legs, LAY OFF THE LOOKS already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just kidding bout sitting legs wide open though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy a lot of stuff. Giordano shorts and top. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad today, I tried to console myself by seeking solace in the last place I'd expect myself to be. But hell, I didn't know there were still visitors, and read something I shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now I've got no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pierced my cartilage already yo! The left side of my head is damn BLING now. (I'm sorry Ivana I didn't listen to you. I still love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me feeling all like this. I've got a screwed up body system (clock, hormones, whatever!), I haven't eaten in days, I feel/look like crap, I have bad results, I have a throbbing headache from the cartilage piercing, a certain human anatomy of mine felt like that million dollar vase your mom bought and you accidentally knocked it over. So I'm sorry ya'll if I've been losing my temper at any of you. I particularly don't like yelling and I doubt any of you would like it too. So next time if I yell at you, give me one fucking slap across the face and tell me to calm down okay. Just don't say stupid stuff like "shut up" or "think about what you're saying". Just try to comfort me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4152139143362994237?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4152139143362994237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4152139143362994237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4152139143362994237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4152139143362994237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-quick-one.html' title='Just A Quick One'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-4600247059257574531</id><published>2007-05-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:39:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERATION!</title><content type='html'>Too much history got into me. I don't understand why didn't it come into my head just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day screwed up pretty darn good. I thought my history paper was before amaths (the second time okay!, I thought the other amaths paper was like, after bio) So I didn't study. I didn't study. And I didn't realise my mistake till we were sitting outside the hall. I panicked so bad I tried to cram things in but knowing how noisy my classmates are (smartasses are always so excited for their papers) so it didn't work. I panicked even more and sat at my table and for the 20 minutes we were given, I was praying my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much that I was tearing abit before the paper started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time, I think I've used up all my luck. I've lost 21 marks definitely. I felt devastated after the paper. But I resorted to drawing during the paper to keep myself happy. (I ended up laughing to myself during the paper) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkMZTHSDp7I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NR4MfrwCx4o/s1600-h/CCI00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062918222257563570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkMZTHSDp7I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NR4MfrwCx4o/s320/CCI00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did the first picture for the (sec A + tan A)squared = (1 + sin A) / (1 - sin A) proving. I kept cancelling till I boh pian already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one was for the coordinate geometry question. I got the answer correct, but it didn't coincide with the graph on the paper, so I cancelled everything. Big mistake. I actually got it correct. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope amaths teachers are merciful and have a sense of humour. Gimme some marks for making them laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I lost everything history during the paper, and tried to re-read the tb. Lost means lost for good. And all the topics I studied for came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my mind blanked out, and I didn't answer any of the questions properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how was my papers you may ask? I will shove a bamboo pole wrapped in sandpaper up your arse and then pour hydrogen peroxide over your open wounds, esp into your anus and then smirk and laugh out evil-y while I watch you wince, grimace and scream in pain. If you ever say to me that it can't be that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's probably the worst line of consolation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look on the bright side theresse, for the rest of the semester (which is like what, 9 days?) you get to go to school at 10.15. How shiok is that?! (I can imagine my classmates all wishing under their breath that I would be hung upside down and have my head dipped into a basin filled with box jellyfish and then hoping that I'd piss a lorry driver off so that he'd run over me and then reverse and run over me again probably like a hundred times till I become so flat I diffuse into the earth beneath me, tough luck guys, I'll see ya'll in heaven. :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so fucking shagged, when I got home, I dropped onto the floor (literally) and slept all the way till 9. Oh god. Now I'm contemplating whether I should miss Prisonbreak tonight cause I'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-looks into mirror and screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOOK  DISGUSTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! Even worse than a certain art teacher whom I detest. I think I'm going to starve and sleep to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HO HO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-4600247059257574531?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4600247059257574531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=4600247059257574531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4600247059257574531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/4600247059257574531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/liberation.html' title='LIBERATION!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RkMZTHSDp7I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NR4MfrwCx4o/s72-c/CCI00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6108825203096877483</id><published>2007-05-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:21:28.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hag</title><content type='html'>Went to the airport yesserday at 11.30 plus to meet Bird for a chem marathon the whole night. At starbucks! Was fruitful in a sense, even with all the nonsense crapping such as writing on tissues. I like Bird's Kermit frog jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Enough Sleep + Slight Starvation = Very Cranky, worse than an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye bags are so huge now. You can actually see them when I look into a piece of glass. Not mirror, glass. I have 3 more papers to go! History and amaths 2. SHIIIIIIIIIIIT. I need to go back to sleep soon and wake up at midnight to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we were done with all our nonsense (and checking out CSB) won't tell you what that stands for. :X we went to brush our teeth in the public toilet! (and I was washing my face too with facial cleanser) haha and it was so funny. Went to have a burger king breakfast and then headed to school! (Wrong move walking to school early in the morning. We were so tired by the time we reached school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Mavis, thanks for telling me about the bromine test ah, I feel like crap now. DX You're the biggest ashhhh-hooooooooo-le alive. NO NO NO! Hahaha you're the Biggest Fucker Alive and you can join the BFA Tan club (along with Ivana and Chantel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emaths paper was shit. I was soooooooo tired I just rounded up all my answers to a maximum of 2 decimal places. And I felt so upset during the paper, that I felt like puking breakfast out (think I wasn't used to eating in the morning) My Graph looked funny. My gradient was weird. I didn't do 3 questions. I'm going to get an F9. I wrote on my paper "Give me an F, for Faith! :D and for Fail! D:". Yes I wrote that on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F5= F.A.I.T.H&lt;br /&gt;F4= F.A.I.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg the nonsense my brain can come up with even though I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was worse. I was doing the paper with intense concentration, when I felt someone was watching me. I looked up, saw my worst nightmare (setter of the paper) and jumped in my seat. And he looked sadistically pleased at watching students stressing out during the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where there was this shocking clap of thunder, bird and I covered our ears (but I didn't see). Shu Ning saw and laughed at me, and the teachers who saw laughed at bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paper was crap lah. I even felt like writing "Go ask your mother" for some of the questions lor! It sucks being in 4/7. I want CSB ): .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6108825203096877483?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6108825203096877483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6108825203096877483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6108825203096877483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6108825203096877483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-hag.html' title='Old Hag'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2543123112578541</id><published>2007-05-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:26:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-math 1 and Bio</title><content type='html'>is probably the most lethal combination ever. Just as lethal as History with Amaths 2. I can't stand it, all the blogs I read (esp my classmates) said it's easy and argh I feel like, ultimate stupid compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin spent her whole morning talk to me (while I was studying bahahaha) and she enjoys talking to me cause I'm open about myself. I gave up on bio like, slightly past midnight and amath-ed for the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD! Cause I did the paper with such ease, well, I thought it was managable. Although I'm pretty sure I'll lose 12 marks. That's a bit shitty, no? Well I know I'll definitely pass. I gotta revise on radians tomorrow night, and trigo quadratic eqns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for bio, come on people let me make you feel better. Cause there can be no one who did worse than me. I walked into exam hall without any knowledge of bio, not even the purpose of a placenta (wtf is a bloody placenta?!). I spent 20 minutes on my MCQ, and 40 minutes to sleep. I bet Bird was watching me at the corner of her eye and cursing under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite scared that I was going to snore loudly while sleeping. (you're supposed to laugh now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for paper 2, I spent 45 mins doing the paper, and then sleeping for an hour. I really wrote nonsense for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Explain why there is a difference between the difference of the dry mass of cotyledon and (insert other part of plant here)."&lt;br /&gt;-Sources of error during the experiment. HAH HAH! That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one more.&lt;br /&gt;"Explain why transpiration is useful to plants."&lt;br /&gt;-It helps plants to live, like how humans need to breathe to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously wtf you tell me. I even left a whole question blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get my results I'll scan it in and show ya'll. You'd probably laugh till your guts drop out of your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my father told me off because I've been burning the midnight oil and staying up the whole morning. And then he told me off because I told him I was gonna fail bio. This sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry tomorrow and I'm excited! But the teacher sets the paper like as if his boyfriend broke up with him while he was typing the questions. (I'm just kidding ya'll. Meant for comic relief yo! From all the exam stress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 down! 6 to go! I'm more than halfway through! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I miss you quite terribly. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2543123112578541?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2543123112578541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2543123112578541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2543123112578541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2543123112578541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/math-1-and-bio.html' title='A-math 1 and Bio'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3098470885504645502</id><published>2007-05-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:46:08.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drained</title><content type='html'>I barely even started studying and I'm getting headaches. I feel, tired and it's just weird to say I feel weak. So yeah, I feel drained. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only the start of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3098470885504645502?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3098470885504645502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3098470885504645502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3098470885504645502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3098470885504645502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-drained.html' title='I&apos;m drained'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8297993866779539156</id><published>2007-05-07T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:26:28.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candyman!</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to that song. It was playing in my head during the physics paper. Speaking of which, my physics teacher is soooooooooooooooo sly and cunning okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 down and 9 more to go, I'm already halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact, that I stayed up the whole night to cram, and yet I couldn't answer a lot of the questions. It's devastating. I hate this. Grrrr. I shall pray that the chemistry setter isn't a total bitch. Physics paper totally demoralised me okay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie cracks me up sometimes. Proof that she does have a bimbotic side to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;hey. whatdya wanna do after e exams?&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ASKING ME?!&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;i have to go buy 4D already&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;yes, the sky is purple&lt;br /&gt;(3:20 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;and pigs are flyin&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;just feel bad cause i might forget and after reading your blog.&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think you're too abandoned&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;har har har.&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;why too abandoned?!&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;(3:21 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;cause you're putting up posts on love and big hairy rock stars who are wrinkling&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;I heart bon jovi!&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;he's so fucking old and sexyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;i heart george clooooney&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jolena.:&lt;br /&gt;he's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;(3:22 PM) jeanne*     All:&lt;br /&gt;-becomes the giggly excited teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha she's funny. I don't want to talk about my physics paper I really really don't want to talk about it. Don't tell me that I'll be able to make it okay cause I know I fucking won't this time around. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study bio lehhhhh. I want to focus more on amaths. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker Tan. Chantel Fucker Tan. Chantel Biggest Fucker Alive Tan. BAHAHAHA! -sticks out tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8297993866779539156?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8297993866779539156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8297993866779539156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8297993866779539156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8297993866779539156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/candyman.html' title='Candyman!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-6115489293737749342</id><published>2007-05-07T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:34:19.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought</title><content type='html'>That I would pull of this stunt again, of going a whole week without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me for physics later. I'd be so dead tired I doubt I'll be able to think. And I'm feeling quite nauseous from the coffee. :\\\\\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-6115489293737749342?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6115489293737749342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=6115489293737749342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6115489293737749342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/6115489293737749342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-never-thought.html' title='I never thought'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2007631490847984566</id><published>2007-05-06T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:00:01.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Accompanied aunty Kate (mom's friend, who's also Taylor's mom) to get her nose pierced. Cause she saw mine and really wanted one and we had a blast today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even bought a really nice ruby nose stud for me! -beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went down to the basement, to the supermarket to get some baby food. And then she got 2 chocolate muffins from Famous Amos, and we went to coffee bean to chill out. I had so much chocolate (from my drink and muffin) and felt so good. She was telling me about how she talked to my dad about percings, and he said he didn't care wherever I pierced. Ha ha. And she said the Monday after mothers' day, I'm going to follow her after school to watch her get a new tattoo. P: I'm very excited! (Omg I hope I don't get the sudden impulse to get a tattoo. Must restrain self! Must restrain self!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams will be over soon! 5 more days! Tomorrow is physics the whole day ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's the knowledge that there's someone who'll be there for you, someone you can run to when your world crashes around you. it's just nice to know that there's someone you can connect to, who shares that special connection with you, someone you can just pour your heart out to, who can make you feel better at the end of the shittiest day of your life just by the sound of his voice. i guess that's what a best friend is for too, but a best friend won't hold you in his arms and kiss all your tears away, telling you tomorrow will be a better day. it's some unexplanable loneliness felt at times, when you know that GOD is there for you, but somehow you just crave something deeper with someone else. another human being to connect with emotionally. it's quite hard to explain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic's right. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2007631490847984566?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2007631490847984566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2007631490847984566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2007631490847984566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2007631490847984566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8622001984574307038</id><published>2007-05-06T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:39:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVQvd6DAztE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVQvd6DAztE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I didn't like the video in primary school. Right now I think it's one of the sweetest things ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Looking at the pages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories of me &amp;amp; you&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes I know I’ve made a few&lt;br /&gt;I took some shots that fail from time to time baby&lt;br /&gt;You were there to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Been around that block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how I’ve come this far&lt;br /&gt;The answer’s written in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I see something new&lt;br /&gt;It takes me higher than before&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming’s just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life’s been coming to&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived I’ve loved I’ve lost I’ve paid some dues&lt;br /&gt;And baby we’ve been to hell and back again&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you’re always my best friend&lt;br /&gt;For all the words I didn’t say&lt;br /&gt;and all the things I didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;tonight I’m gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I see something new&lt;br /&gt;It takes me higher than before&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming’s just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life’s been coming to&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can take this world away and everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Leave the lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I´m all about loving you&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I see something new&lt;br /&gt;It takes me higher than before&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming’s just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life’s been coming to&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about loving you&lt;br /&gt;I’m all about loving you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtzcOqv_P-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtzcOqv_P-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... (check out the hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time you're really leaving &lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding &lt;br /&gt;You say true love is suicide  &lt;br /&gt;You say you've cried a thousand rivers &lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore &lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears &lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place &lt;br /&gt;I can promise you tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday  &lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty &lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby &lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't there when you were happy &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down &lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby &lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESOVrc4K3CQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESOVrc4K3CQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... And I love his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;It´s hard for me to say the things&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sometimes&lt;br /&gt;There´s no one here but you and me&lt;br /&gt;And that broken old street light&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;leave the world outside&lt;br /&gt;All I´ve got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are these five words when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t see&lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Until that dream was you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sky´s a different blue&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wear no disguise&lt;br /&gt;If I tried, you'd make believe&lt;br /&gt;that you believed my lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t see&lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell before they count me out&lt;br /&gt;If I was drowning you would part the sea&lt;br /&gt;And risk your own life to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;leave the world outside&lt;br /&gt;All I´ve got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are these five words when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I couldn´t see&lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave me the wings&lt;br /&gt;You parted my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn´t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for loving me &lt;/pre&gt;Bon Jovi writes really beautiful songs that can move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8622001984574307038?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8622001984574307038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8622001984574307038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8622001984574307038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8622001984574307038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/bon-jovi.html' title='Bon Jovi'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-2604482678438741247</id><published>2007-05-05T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:12:13.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SleepFest!</title><content type='html'>OWNAGEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 13 hrs straight! Wahahaha suck on that assholes! THAT is how fucking shagged I am from the week. Now, I'm thinking what I should study. I can't prioritise which subjects need more time (though I'm quite sure I need to focus more on amaths).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I had indigestion like, in the wee hours of the morning and that fucking sucked cause my puke was ultimate disgusting-ness cause it was sooooooo sour and it makes my throat uncomfortable. And it's so unglam to keep on burping and all and I felt so bloated and fat! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH! I gotta stock up on antacids. I think chemistry is fun! I mean, I've been trying to find a base to neutralise the acid in my stomach harharharhar and it's so fun to search the house for bases (not those strong ones which can kill me lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I feel like watching some Disney movie now. ): OH GUESS WHAT IS TAYLOR'S FIRST WORD?! RAINBOW! And he imitates my laugh! He covers his mouth when he laughs like I did. And he babbles nonsense which nobody in my household can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a good hair day today. I want to go to sleeeeeeep. And wake up at 4 again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-2604482678438741247?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2604482678438741247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=2604482678438741247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2604482678438741247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/2604482678438741247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleepfest.html' title='SleepFest!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-411032687614005313</id><published>2007-05-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:35:16.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Lordy</title><content type='html'>This is the part where I start swearing like there's no tomorrow and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my emaths 1. WHO SCREWS UP EMATHS 1? (Yea I know, me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 down, 11 more to go. I'm almost halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point... I screwed up my emaths paper. I don't understand, how 99.99999% of my class get the octagon question part C correct (4 sides) through some weird calculations that they claimed. D: I'm not confident of my answers now. This is soooooooooo crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sooooooooo sleepy during the paper, my brain practically fried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that I panicked during physics SPA and screwed up and wasted a lot of time and panicked more and blanked out. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to catch up on sleep this weekend, cause it's really the most important thing I need now. I'm so disoriented and it's proven. Gahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-411032687614005313?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/411032687614005313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=411032687614005313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/411032687614005313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/411032687614005313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-lordy.html' title='Oh My Lordy'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-8898239219136180598</id><published>2007-05-03T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:24:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooooooooong Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 DOWN! 13 MORE TO GO! Just 6 more exam days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDpfI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ob4QIVOuSHA/s1600-h/eastpointstudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264211641509362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDpfI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ob4QIVOuSHA/s320/eastpointstudy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDpgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/C_J-0-SKgu0/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264211641509378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDpgI/AAAAAAAAA8E/C_J-0-SKgu0/s320/eastpointstudy+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Buddy! Kaixin's and mine. Which she got from tokyo, japan! P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDphI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ow8qZHQ001g/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264211641509394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDphI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ow8qZHQ001g/s320/eastpointstudy+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meet Mr Eggman! I haven't thought of a name for him. But everybody finds him sooooooo damn cute. Claire gave it to me after I was saying how cute it was and how much it triggered my maternal instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfnSDpiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Y4p0vnsXgWk/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264215936476706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfnSDpiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Y4p0vnsXgWk/s320/eastpointstudy+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like, 2 hours of "studying", my pencil trailed off the last sentence and I started scribbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfnSDpjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/g6GQPA3Alh0/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264215936476722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfnSDpjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/g6GQPA3Alh0/s320/eastpointstudy+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sais "But not SS". (I love you, but not SS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrznSDpkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tIt5tbcQpII/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264559533860418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrznSDpkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tIt5tbcQpII/s320/eastpointstudy+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana's cute get-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmr0HSDpoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/WSsC3M2qdGI/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264568123795074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmr0HSDpoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/WSsC3M2qdGI/s320/eastpointstudy+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsF3SDppI/AAAAAAAAA9M/S-EOxVXltQc/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264873066473106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsF3SDppI/AAAAAAAAA9M/S-EOxVXltQc/s320/eastpointstudy+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"theresse's sweater is so boring. Come let's design something for her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDplI/AAAAAAAAA8s/vbQ05qQzfgw/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264563828827730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDplI/AAAAAAAAA8s/vbQ05qQzfgw/s320/eastpointstudy+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SS notes, COMPLETE YOURSELF! -glare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDpmI/AAAAAAAAA80/2Apj8ayq4Kk/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264563828827746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDpmI/AAAAAAAAA80/2Apj8ayq4Kk/s320/eastpointstudy+(14).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDpnI/AAAAAAAAA88/3PUDTkpuvfE/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264563828827762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/Rjmrz3SDpnI/AAAAAAAAA88/3PUDTkpuvfE/s320/eastpointstudy+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my own brows. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDpsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/p1A8tENvOs8/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264877361440450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDpsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/p1A8tENvOs8/s320/eastpointstudy+(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDprI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YK-3jIYkNpM/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264877361440434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDprI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YK-3jIYkNpM/s320/eastpointstudy+(23).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsF3SDpqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-9YfTaQxvkk/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264873066473122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsF3SDpqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-9YfTaQxvkk/s320/eastpointstudy+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHO UNLEASHED HER INNER BITCH? Chrystal's JAW IS SOOOO GONNA DROP! After going to the arcade we went to pet safari! where we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPPIES! &lt;33333333333333333!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZHSDpuI/AAAAAAAAA90/oYxa3UMUUI0/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265203778954978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZHSDpuI/AAAAAAAAA90/oYxa3UMUUI0/s320/eastpointstudy+(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDptI/AAAAAAAAA9s/UQstn9IEbiA/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060264877361440466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsGHSDptI/AAAAAAAAA9s/UQstn9IEbiA/s320/eastpointstudy+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TPtjkzV9J7g/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265208073922306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TPtjkzV9J7g/s320/eastpointstudy+(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/NAYv3-g91Uk/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(31).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265208073922322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/NAYv3-g91Uk/s320/eastpointstudy+(31).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpvI/AAAAAAAAA98/__YtaPrEiBM/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265208073922290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZXSDpvI/AAAAAAAAA98/__YtaPrEiBM/s320/eastpointstudy+(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/h0DVUfurFCw/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265362692745074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/h0DVUfurFCw/s320/eastpointstudy+(39).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiHSDpzI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fCQk55BBj0Y/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265358397777714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiHSDpzI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fCQk55BBj0Y/s320/eastpointstudy+(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZnSDpyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/aTr9S8bt_3E/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265212368889634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsZnSDpyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/aTr9S8bt_3E/s320/eastpointstudy+(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE POMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/fxGl5t5FHi0/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265362692745058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/fxGl5t5FHi0/s320/eastpointstudy+(38).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsoXSDp5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Vnrt7MtXG2M/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265465771960210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsoXSDp5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Vnrt7MtXG2M/s320/eastpointstudy+(41).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this bear lookalike thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xy2yAoc_59Q/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265362692745042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiXSDp1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xy2yAoc_59Q/s320/eastpointstudy+(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsoXSDp4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/F8UbBtmj9Dw/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265465771960194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsoXSDp4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/F8UbBtmj9Dw/s320/eastpointstudy+(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiHSDp0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/nf08Ge-O-UI/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265358397777730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsiHSDp0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/nf08Ge-O-UI/s320/eastpointstudy+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsonSDp6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/0Q4DSnVp2wY/s1600-h/eastpointstudy+(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060265470066927522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmsonSDp6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/0Q4DSnVp2wY/s320/eastpointstudy+(42).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I FELL FOR HAMSTERS TOO! D: I want to keep hamsters again, but not with a fat cat in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know, I used to always buy food when studying. Which resulted in me putting on a kilo or 2 during exam periods. This time, I threw my pencil down and went "that's it, I'm going to shop!". Dragged Ali to giordano where I bought a top on impulse. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, got so distracted by bullshit that I couldn't start studying till about 11 plus. By then it was too late. Too much to cover. I stayed up till 2, and waking up at 4.30 again reading through Education, Health care and population. I NEVER touched housing at all. I didn't do any real studying. I never touched any sec 3 topic except for Sri Lanka, SRI LANKA'S ARMED CONFLICT ONLY. That was how much I covered. I decided to take a gamble. Apparently, I'm not the only one from my class. Sherrie was the only other person I knew who took a gamble. Then I tried to memorise redspot essays for the topics I covered. Breezed through northern ireland and the conflict among countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amount covered, I really expected to walk into the exam hall and fail on the spot, without even touching the paper. I didn't even study properly for my SBQ, which I heard is supposedly easier than SEQs but I can never seem to get it right. I never felt so terrified of an exam paper before okay. I seeked comfort in Jo, though it doesn't seem to work more than half the time cause she's sucha smartarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jooooooooo... I'm scared I'll fail.."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? How can you fail social studies?"&lt;br /&gt;"I did, before okay!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haiyah you can't possibly fail. Just answer the damn questions!"&lt;br /&gt;"Omg JO! YOU JUST SAID DAMN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we started laughing... But hell, I was still scared when I received the question paper. All in all... my SS was one big major FUCKUP. I wasted no time in writing my source based questions. Jumping from one question to another when I can't think of anything to right (yeah it'll be quite funny if you watch me panicking) and it still wasn't enough time! Cause I only wrote 1 paragraph for every question except C! (the convincing one. I was comparing 2 purposes, and I doubt they're even right). I wrote rubbish for all my SBQs. I then had 45 mins to do my SEQ. The questions almost gave me a fucking heart attack. I swear this was going through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diplomacy and Deterrence. SHIT! I didn't study. Oh my god."&lt;br /&gt;then I jumped to the last topic&lt;br /&gt;"Housing. SHIT. 1 chance left! If I didn't study that too I'm going to cry."&lt;br /&gt;then I read the middle topic&lt;br /&gt;"Population". I wanted to cry in my bloody seat, I couldn't remember what I studied and I just wrote down whatever I think sounded logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realised I did 1 essay half correct, and the other incorrectly. I'm just so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the papers Vanessa, Nicole and I went to Tampines Mall to catch Spiderman 3. We had a macdonald's breakfast and we also did a lot of nonsense talk. And shopped around a lot. It wassss funnnnnn. After they accompanied me I went to meet my mother, where we signed up for a new phone line. My mother is so nonsense. She was teaching me how to hit on guys and I'm like.. "errrrrrr" hahaha and we kept suaning each other. Now, I've got a kickass phone (that came with my sign-up). Now I have to decrease my messages. From 30 a day, to 15 a day. ): But hell. I love my new phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixinfo.com/img/n/2006/Samsung_z370_800m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pixinfo.com/img/n/2006/Samsung_z370_800m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the silver one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! -wiggles bum. When I got home, my dad installed this velvet board thing and some lighting system. Now my house looks like some club. He turned the wine chiller into a beer fridge. Now people must pay for admission into house already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope to be as slim as my new phone! Heh heh!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-8898239219136180598?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8898239219136180598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=8898239219136180598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8898239219136180598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/8898239219136180598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/looooooooooong-post.html' title='Looooooooooong Post'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stht2u2bFPM/RjmrfXSDpfI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ob4QIVOuSHA/s72-c/eastpointstudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-7701820735531014180</id><published>2007-05-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:22:44.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, you are?</title><content type='html'>I had a whole long post that got deleted. Fucker. I'm deaaaaaaaaaaad pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantel Fucking Tan (haha I think it's damn cool to have fucking for a middle name), you read my blog yet you don't tag, and now you want me to trot along and get a naval piercing with you when I'm so fat and dead broke? P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardy harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fucking sec 3s. I always knew that the bitchyness grows by the batch. Fuck you okay, you know who you fucking are for prank calling. My worse nightmare. Ho yeah, you darn right about that! Maybe if your dear friend wasn't that dumb enough to blog about everything. Go figure. Big fuck you and get a life, immature brat. Don't you have fucking mids to study for besides being at a hospital and prank calling people whom you hate to the god damn core? Esp seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar screw you you're never ever going to read this entry. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started studying for SS. Studying is sooo... passe! Everybody's studying, just cause they think it's cool! Then when they can't take it they whine. I'm not studying! WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fuck it I'm suffering from EXTREME moodswings. Wish me luck I'm staying up the whole night to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, I have another bloody 14 to go! COME ON! 9 more damn days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-7701820735531014180?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7701820735531014180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=7701820735531014180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7701820735531014180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/7701820735531014180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/excuse-me-you-are.html' title='Excuse me, you are?'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-1311411686972932305</id><published>2007-05-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:56:40.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Exam Planning</title><content type='html'>Okay okay I know you're just rolling your eyes and probably thinking, "If she fails her exams, she deserves it." so I'mma just ignore ya'll kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar I need money man! Check out my after exams list&lt;br /&gt;1)Get manicure with Shu Ning&lt;br /&gt;2)Go for a facial!&lt;br /&gt;3)Massaging session w/ Kx!&lt;br /&gt;4)Disney Movie Marathon w/ Chin &amp; Claire!&lt;br /&gt;5)Neoprint-ing with Chin (hahaha she asked me P: )&lt;br /&gt;6)Swimming/Pool party at Kim's!&lt;br /&gt;7)Piercing/s with Bird and Ivana&lt;br /&gt;8)Phantom Of The Opera w/ Nic!&lt;br /&gt;9)Okay this one is open to anybody okay... SHOPPINGGGGGGGGG! +MOVIE-INGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of. ): Anyways anybody want to make plans with me tag okay! Or there are other ways to contact me. (: This excludes you Ali, because you made me insanely jealous and I hate you and I don't want to go out with you ever ever again. )X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy asked me yesterday whether I want to travel overseas after my O levels, and she's funding for my air ticket. Now I have to look for friends to go with... Anyone? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-1311411686972932305?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1311411686972932305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=1311411686972932305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1311411686972932305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/1311411686972932305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-exam-planning.html' title='Post-Exam Planning'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30689570.post-3532414332469977971</id><published>2007-05-01T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:37:28.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labour Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm still not sure what purpose does today serve. But hell it's great cause it's a public holiday. Was supposed to go study with Kai Xin and Ivana this morning but oh god the weather was soooooooo shiok, I have a new pillow that is soooooooooo shiok, the only thing that crossed my mind was sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for comic relief okay, I vomited today (felt sick, and terrible) but this is going to make you laugh. My nose was getting runny and itchy from puking so I scratched my nose a bit. Before I knew it my stud came out and when I wanted to save it I heard it clink clink clink and I saw it drop into the toilet bowl! I saw it sink slowly in my own puke okay! Then I tried flushing slowly using a container hoping to find the stud at the bottom of the toilet bowl since it's made of metal, and hopefully retrieving it and using a whole bottle of dettol. But to no avail. ): So you can say my stud literally got flushed down the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30TH APRIL Monday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1&lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2&lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2&lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down, 16 more to go! (Yea I know it sounds bad, I'm trying to console myself) At least this timetable's not bad. They put both humanities at either end of the exam period and I can live with that. I need the rest in between anyways. But they put an amaths paper together with a history paper. That's torturous cause I fail both subjects and that means I have to put in doubly effort (which means I need to stay up for 2 nights within 1 night, doesn't make sense?). I think this would be my ultimate timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30TH APRIL Monday &lt;br /&gt;biology paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2(get the awful papers over and done with)&lt;br /&gt;2ND MAY Wednesday &lt;br /&gt;english paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3RD MAY Thursday&lt;br /&gt;social studies&lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;4TH MAY Friday &lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2&lt;br /&gt;chinese listening (it's just freaking half an hour anyways)&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY Monday &lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2 &lt;br /&gt;8TH MAY Tuesday &lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper 2 &lt;br /&gt;9TH MAY Wednesday &lt;br /&gt;physics paper 1 &lt;br /&gt;physics paper 2 &lt;br /&gt;physics SPA (try to imagine on a normal exam day, I don't need to take SPA)&lt;br /&gt;10TH MAY Thursday &lt;br /&gt;history &lt;br /&gt;e maths paper 2 &lt;br /&gt;11TH MAY Friday&lt;br /&gt;See no paper here! THIS SHOULD BE MADE A SCHOOL HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be a timetable setter. I can earn an income from that. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to watch Zoolander and John Tucker Must Die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30689570-3532414332469977971?l=jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3532414332469977971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30689570&amp;postID=3532414332469977971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3532414332469977971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30689570/posts/default/3532414332469977971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpandgiggle.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-labour-day.html' title='Happy Labour Day!'/><author><name>tibby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y134/sweetdreamsoficecream/aa2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
