<?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-7244383207495100531</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:19:39.142-08:00</updated><category term='Roxy'/><category term='OU'/><category term='bikinis and bras'/><category term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>MAKE IT LAST FOREVER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-2860963284764966508</id><published>2007-10-01T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:40:54.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trick Is To Keep Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey :) I didn't update yesterday because my mom caught me online and I really couldn't take the risk anymore. =P But today is different. She's in the room and she knows I'm online. So there's nothing to hide. I can't stay on for long though, have to brush up on my Geography studies. Anyway, what happened yesterday? I forgot. Let me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all I had to leave the house at &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.15&lt;/span&gt;am and I could barely lift my eyelids. Was really tired because the night before, I had to keep my sister company because she couldn't sleep. I know, I'm such a wonderful sister. Some people just don't appreciate it. =P Anywaay, I took care of baby Jeremy and he is so cute. I'm gonna post a picture one day. He can boost up the amount of visitors on my blog, I'm sure! Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to OU with Christine. She went to check some Estee Lauder stuff out while I went to Roxy and I think I saw Katya. Yeah she's really tall. We went back home first because we wanted to take our bath and all that. Around &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.30&lt;/span&gt;pm we went to OU again. Mhm I ate an ice cream while waiting for Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have dinner after that at Ms Read, Delicious. Shared a plate of Carbonara which was really huge and delicious. We saw Sheng Li, Sheng Mae and their mom. We had desert but couldn't finish it. Was sooo disgusted by then. Eeek. Lol. We wanted to go buy perfume but couldn't decide between which one so we decided to wait until we go there again with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's between Estee Lauder - Pleasure something something. I forgot what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;Gucci Envy Me - OMG THIS IS GOOD :)&lt;br /&gt;And Jennifer Lopez, I forgot what it's called too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ralph Lauren. The blue bottled one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all about... almost RM&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;300 &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but for the big bottle so that's reasonable, right? Anyway I went to check my shoes out and they're fab. Don't know whether I still want to get it though. Anyway the next trip to OU I'll be buying the perfume, Nike shoes and a Guess? bag. The bags really versatile but I had no money when I went there yesterday. :P Well besides for the Roxy top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to MidValley, KLCC and KL's new Pavillion after my last week of finals. I TOTALLY CANNOT WAIT. I really want to buy the Louis Vuitton bag but it's like RM&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4721 &lt;/span&gt;you see. Maybe I should ask my grandma to get it for me. I don't know. But I saw this really awesome Coach bag as well. Not sure how much it is. But I want it :D I should continue dreaming. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this girl, Sarah, whose father is like some big shot, had this really awesome Fendi bag. It's reaaally nice. Wonder how much it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway I've nothing much to do now so I really should go :) Study! Ugh, hate studying. Like my brain ever absorbs any of the facts I memorize. Hahah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Til thennnn, BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-2860963284764966508?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2860963284764966508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=2860963284764966508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2860963284764966508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2860963284764966508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-is-to-keep-breathing.html' title='The Trick Is To Keep Breathing'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-1982344335475067966</id><published>2007-09-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:17:59.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey :) Wow time really passes quickly. I remember posting just yesterday. Anyway I think I'm going to update everyday since I'm on a ten day holiday :) Awesome no?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at about like &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.30 &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and that's not very good right? I should be getting up at like &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;am because my dad said getting up late is not good for health or the body. Some people aren't sensitive so no matter what time they get up, it wouldn't make much difference. But I'm really sensitive, a really bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and went on the computer straight -- that's a habit. I do that like everyday. Well when there isn't school. :) Mhm so when my mom came back I went straight to take my bath at like what, &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.30&lt;/span&gt;pm? About there. And after that, I went downstairs to eat MCD's fillet-o-fish burger. Wanted to eat nuggets too but think about the amount of calories!&lt;br /&gt;After eating that.. my sister made scrambled eggs with ROTTEN CHEESE. Ok so that wasn't on purpose and actually the cheese already smelt bad when we took it out of the fridge but we didn't care. So yeah, I practically ate everything in the egg including rotten cheese --- totally disgusting. And surprisingly until now, I'm still not sick yet :)&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good thing because I definitely wouldn't want to get sick because of rotten cheese. Think about everything that's going to the sewage tank. EEW. Ooops, my bad. Such a detailed post. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we watched the thriller/horror Pulse Unrated. Whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG LET ME TELL YOU THIS, IT'S FREAKING SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine so people who know me won't really think it's scary especially Harpreet because it's her CD but yeah I don't watch horrors nor thrillers. I normally watch romantic/comedy/chick flick :) I'm a typical girly girl. So yeah the only movies in that genre that I have watched are... Final Destination &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, which already scared the shit out of me. :P And.. The Hitcher at like 3am in the morning while we were having a slumber party over at Harp's crib.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, that's exceptional because I was with Andrea, TzeYi and Harp so.. obviously I didn't pay attention much. And besides, I was talking to Matt so.. wasn't that scary.&lt;br /&gt;I did scream softly (hahaha) at certain times though. It was a good thriller but didn't make me like, afraid when I went home at night.&lt;br /&gt;Final destination was okay too because I didn't get scared at night.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THIS FREAKING MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid but I try not to be. It's not really about ghost but it's almost close to horror, like really! I think it's even worst. Or maybe not. But you can go check it out like on google or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually about an internet virus that this guy let loose and that virus is like a living thing and it looks like a really disgusting dead person and it attacks anyone who has Wi-Fi, internet or CELLPHONES. And like it just has this certain buzzing sound and then it becomes a human and it sucks the life out of you.&lt;br /&gt;And that makes you want to die because you won't want to do anything when you don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;And so everyone in the movie died. Well everyone in that town.&lt;br /&gt;And the stars survived but they went to live in another city. It's sad but really gory at the same time. Up until now I'm still a bit scared.. and time to time I would turn around to see if there is anything beside me :X That's how afraid I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how people can watch real horror movies that are super scary without freaking out like me. Oh another bad thing is that I have really good imagination so I would always imagine stuff.. scary stuff. Oh another thriller I've watched is When A Stranger Calls which isn't half as scary as this.&lt;br /&gt;This is so scary I might pee in my pants --- hahah kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah enough of ranting. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie with my sister and grandma. And my grandma was like "it's all fake why are you so afraid" and at every gory scene she just stares into the tv like there isn't anything scary going on. Eew. My sister and I were like covering our faces with pillows. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I came online and talked a little to my mom. And this convo is seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: Mom you and dad can come live with me next time in my mansion in Australia okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh that's good we would love to :)&lt;br /&gt;B: Yup I'll buy you a huge mansion.. right opposite mine! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;M: UH, RIGHT OPPOSITE YOURS? That's terrible. You don't want us to live WITH you eh? &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;B: Uhhh okay fine you can live in my guest house in my mansion okay??&lt;br /&gt;M: That's bad too. I'm gonna call your dad and tell him this! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad isn't here, he's on a business trip and I have no idea where he is. But my mom called him anyways. But he didn't answer the phone call so I was grinning like an idiot and suddenly the phone rang.. and it was daddy dearest. Here's the convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hi darling. Are you busy?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: A little. Why?&lt;br /&gt;M: I just wanted to let you know, that your daughter loves us so much, she has invited us to live with her next time.&lt;br /&gt;D: *startled* Wow.&lt;br /&gt;M: She's going to buy a mansion... RIGHT OPPOSITE HERS.&lt;br /&gt;D: *surprised* Oh......&lt;br /&gt;M: Then she said she might let us live in a guest house. Wonder how small it would be. Maybe it'd be a movable one! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;D: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay I just wanted to let you know how much your daughter loves you :) Take care darling, bye.&lt;br /&gt;D: Ok, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine maybe it isn't that funny but hey I find it funny :P Anyway my sister and I love to massage my mom because we get money out of doing it :P&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so after going online I had to go do some chores and gosh the weather today was scorching hot thank God I don't have school. Otherwise I'd seriously want to kill myself. Ok maybe not kill myself but ah just run somewhere cold or jump into a pool of ice :) Yeah that'd be nice..&lt;br /&gt;Uhm after that I came up, took my bath and got ready.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some crabs before leaving and then I left. But I was late!! Grr. I hate being late really.&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived at gym and the rest were already stretching so it was soo unfair you know. But whatever I didn't warm up :P I've been slacking so much! :/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we did bars and beam today. I did a bit of vault.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, my skin on my palm is like peeling off it sucks so bad I don't know how I'm ever going to hold hands with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get one. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway I came back, ate crabs, watched tv and here I am right now after a long bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bathing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might go shopping if someone wants to follow me but most people are like preparing for History and Geography and other subjects. Psht.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this really awesome striped Roxy halter in orange and white AND IT'S THE PRETTIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that's a bit exaggerated but it's really beyond pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And this pair of new boardshorts but they only have it in Australia and Europe :( It's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dad just called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;B: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;D: Where's my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh she's... not here. Fine she is. But why do you always have to talk to her first.&lt;br /&gt;D: Because I've only a short time to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;B: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs to the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: MOM, YOUR BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Fine maybe I'm the only one laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna stop here alright. I'll post again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But basically I'm out of things to post about so maybe I'll just find some random topic to blog about :D&lt;br /&gt;Until thennnnn. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-1982344335475067966?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/1982344335475067966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=1982344335475067966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1982344335475067966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1982344335475067966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-escape.html' title='Great Escape'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-6334873446459055082</id><published>2007-09-27T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:01:44.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi :) I have not updated in a pretty long time. So here goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have already sat for my Malay, English, Science and Math final exams. I am so glad the major four are over and done with. But I am not too satisfied :( I totally flunked my Malay because.. I'm bad at it, and I don't think I'll ever be even OK at it. No surprise there? My dad says I'm an English person. Hahaha :D But I think like on the inside, I'm more to the American-British-english person. Because I don't understand Malay or any other language besides English. Is that good? :D I don't think so.. I live in Malaysia. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ANYWAY. I am going to flunk Malay because of the wrong words I used. I mistakened a lot of words in my essay which carries 40 marks? Yeah, about there. Pff. And for English, I made three careless mistakes for the objective paper. There goes my hope of getting full marks. Pft. For Science, I'm definitely no longer getting an A because paper two was exceedingly tough and I doubt I can do any better than what I already did, which was bad. Yeah, I estimated approximately how much I would get... and it is...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;. Over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;. Yeah do you want to kill me now? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Paper one was quite tough too. Ah. Math today, and paper two, subjective, WAS AWFULLY HARD. Ok fine maybe not awfully, but it was hard. I don't know why I found it hard, because everyone else found it easy. Maybe I'm weird or something. But really, I think I'm going to lose a lot of marks because of that. :( Paper one was quite easy, but everyone else found it vice versa. Strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to be on holiday for TEN freaking days :D Finally, I really need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Well not that I can do much during the holidays, I'm having another six papers after the holidays. Which is bad, because we wouldn't get to get much fun? I don't know but yeah. I have to start studying from tomorrow. I hate studying. Especially History and Geography. God knows what they mean. I don't get it at all. It's horrifying having to sit for something you don't understand at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm finally going for gymnastics tomorrow again, after two weeks of break. I need to work on losing my excessive fats. Shut up, I do have excessive fats and I know what I see. I'm not extremely fat, but I do have fat. So I'm not another typical "shit i'm so fat i need to lose weight" girls. So obsessive. Today, my discipline teacher asked me to dance for this thing on the 2nd of November. I'm not sure what it is, BUT YES I WOULD LOVE TO DANCE :D Dancing is my passion. So mhm, anything to do with dance, yesyesyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm off to bed now. Well not really, still got a few more things to do. But after this! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The next post would be soon, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-6334873446459055082?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/6334873446459055082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=6334873446459055082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6334873446459055082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6334873446459055082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-i-have-not-updated-in-pretty-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-7446010346256878657</id><published>2007-09-17T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:30:41.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Do What's Best For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello. Yesterday was Monday, and it was a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;I tied my hair to school -- with 17 pins and 3 clips. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome, no?! :D&lt;br /&gt;Well didn't do much in school. Ate like a pig and then came back.&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition but it was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am skipping school.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not supposed to be here, but it's just for a while! :P&lt;br /&gt;I just want to update a leeettle bit. Mhhm.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done here. Gonna wash up and do a bit of studying soon.&lt;br /&gt;Exam is on THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I won't be online much from now.&lt;br /&gt;Just an update;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - BM (you have no idea how afraid I am)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - English (easy, I suppose?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - study study study&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - study study study&lt;br /&gt;Monday - study study study&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Science :X I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - study study study&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Math :/&lt;br /&gt;Friday - study study study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have a week of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Then the exams start again.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh can't wait until it's over. Hope this whole studying thing is worth it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-7446010346256878657?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/7446010346256878657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=7446010346256878657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7446010346256878657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7446010346256878657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-gotta-do-whats-best-for-me.html' title='I Gotta Do What&apos;s Best For Me'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-806550740866726423</id><published>2007-09-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:26:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirth, lively and burlesque day I must say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bonjour, Jambo, Ni Hao, Konichiwa, Buon Giorno, Annyong Ha Shimnikka, Hola, Czesc, Zdravstvuite&lt;/span&gt; and hello, my fellow friends, readers et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am proceeding to update this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;platitudinous&lt;/span&gt; blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;vapid&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;enthralling&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Scarcely&lt;/span&gt; makes any &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;significancy&lt;/span&gt; but it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;indubitably&lt;/span&gt; felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;So I was meeting PJN at MCD supposedly at 1.15PM but I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt; an hours late.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;authentically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was supposed to arrive early but due to abrupt changes, I was late.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally arrived, it was almost 2.15PM so we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mediated&lt;/span&gt; to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;We queued up and bought our food.&lt;br /&gt;Went up and started to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;masticate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to "study" and I had electro magnetic force on that day.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around after that and found out the meaning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"lubricant"&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I'm using too many &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;grandiloquent&lt;/span&gt; words?&lt;br /&gt;It's a challenge. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Go to PJN's blog to comparee. Heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a very long time just to update it and yeah, it's not very detailed but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to the nursery in the morning then went to eat at the mamak and Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;Came home at went to pick PJN up at around 4.15PM.&lt;br /&gt;We started to study then at about 6PM we started to cook.&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures are with her so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today :D&lt;br /&gt;Nightynights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I spent my weekend with none other than the beauty queen, PEIJIUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I'm so lazy to fill the 2nd one with bombastic words, so until the next post, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-806550740866726423?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/806550740866726423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=806550740866726423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/806550740866726423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/806550740866726423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/mirth-lively-and-burlesque-day-i-must.html' title='Mirth, lively and burlesque day I must say'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-3781485401092113046</id><published>2007-09-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:16:25.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Keep Me Hanging On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hey I like this font so muchos :D Thanks to PJN. I read her blog and completely fell inlove with it. Wooot! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well today was so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the morning not really, because I had to wake up at 7.30AM for Math tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Arrived and then we started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Teacher cooked some spicy noodle for us which was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then we continued and finished up to Linear Equations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At around 12.15PM Sophia came to pick us up with Yong Xiang. She's so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So dropped Michelle and then we got stuck in this empty lane and then Andrea was being so ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YX kept laughing. Sophia too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We finally got out after a long while and Sophia dropped us at Secret Recipe in SS2 for Harpreet and Andrea's birthday celebration. But it was a real surprise for Andrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We ate the cake first. I spent like all that's left of my months cash :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Which is more than RM35. A lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Had some problems with the bill after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, that's what you get when you group about 14 people together in a place where the food is pricey but not delicious. Yet we'll just keep buying and buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After that we had to walk back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Which is about 2.5KM away. Isn't that really far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We were almost late. Mag and I were running. Thus I was freaking sweaty and sticky when I reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Was really tiring, I was gasping for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then school started. English, we had composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then free period, helped Wei Hong with some english essays. I love English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kishen bought this ice look alike and inside it is a fake fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So we bought orange juice and put the thing inside the juice, all the way at the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We drank it one by one and left the end for Harp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then Mag was like, "Omg Harp I think I saw something in your cup"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Harpreet looked at it.. and in merely 2 seconds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALL OF US SCREAMED. Well I don't know why I screamed. Maybe to boost up the screaming spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hahaha I assume the scream was exceedingly loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because the canteen uncle went "HOI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And in merely 4 seconds, THE WHOLE CANTEEN STARTED TO BOO US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seriously the whole canteen was like "Booooooooo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pfff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then went back to class, blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So lazy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh and I went to Puay Chai to pick some primary students and they were so fascinated to see a secondary student sitting with them. Like, scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then came back, took my bath and went to SKTM for Lantern Festival with Tiffany and Mae Ling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mmm, found Rafael, Jee Kenn, Andrea, Inkkie, Michelle and yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was wearing 4 inch heels and I WAS SO TALL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heehee. But J.Kenn was still taller than me. And Rafael and Andrea too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We walked around doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And then Daniel Thong.. HE CAME AND SPRAYED ME WITH THE FREAKING SNOW THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I accidently sweared. :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm sorry, I was in state of shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I scolded him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seriously scolded, you would have backed off if you were there x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've never been so fierce in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well only when I'm really pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;J.Kenn was like "Omg.. *stepback* You scared the small boy *stone* You're scary.. fierce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hahaha I'm so so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I promise never to scold anybody anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mm then Rafael made me walk everywhere with Pei Yi and thanks to my heels I was dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They kept making me walk here and there then laugh because I have to keep squating to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Marcus was really funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then Inkkie was like "see you guys at the fish pond."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And J.Kenn said "what porn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After that we all started saying "Jee Kenn's at the fish porn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sick people really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think the only not sick in public one is Rafael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hahaha he so quiet outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But he is the complete opposite, RIGHT? ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then I came back around 10PM. Wanted to go to Williams so badly for Mac and Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They all went... Raf, J.Kenn, Andrea and all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UNFAIR ISN'T IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pffff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miss them already. Hahah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mmkay nighty nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-3781485401092113046?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3781485401092113046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=3781485401092113046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3781485401092113046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3781485401092113046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-keep-me-hanging-on.html' title='You Keep Me Hanging On'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8877631736954701275</id><published>2007-09-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:31:45.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. :) Today school was alright. I came and just sat down, did the usuals - boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class and Math was first period. I don't think I want to pay attention in school because even if I do, I still won't get a single thing. People like me normally need one to one tutoring. And that's exactly what I have, until exams. :) I know I'm taking things for granted, but certain things are possible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics. I probably got really low marks for this quiz she gave because the question was something I could not understand. But I had Audrey translate it for me and it was something to do with the "masyarakat". Can anyone tell me what that is? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were free. Wei Hong asked Calvin, Keechong and I some riddles. I couldn't get any of them though. Haha only two. I'll post it up here one day :D It's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral. Teacher returned our August test paper. And I remember coming to school one day, suddenly having to sit for my test which I was not at all ready for. And kabooosh, there goes my marks. Not that it's normally good, but I really want to have good grades :( I really regret not studying from the start. So whoever reads my blog, if you're younger than me, do not do what I do. Which is sit at the back of the class, eat, text, drink and not know even what subject you're having. Okay? :) Consider this a piece of advice ;) Btw, I only scored 18/40. Stephanie got 38, PJN got 36, Mich got 35, Angelica and Abigail got 33. Can you believe it? Well it's very surprising for Abi and Angelica. Because people like them don't normally do so well. Sigh :( Feel so intimidated by them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break. I resisted the temptation of eating Char Kuey Teow, the most oiliest and unhealthiest food in the canteen. I RESISTED IT :D Also thanks to wanting to save money. A few pimples less, I am so happy! :D Heh. Instead, I had a stick of fried dumplings. Yes it does contribute to my face but it's not so bad right, for starters like me? :D I am still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And horror comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PE after break. And as usual, I changed and went down. I was wearing white shorts, and this really stupid new trainee teacher, her name is Cik Azlina, she made us sit on the grass. DIRTY GRASS. Pft. So she got mad and all then she said this "Who is the teacher? ME OR YOU!" while PJN and I were talking so I wasn't listening and then I said me right when she finished her sentence. So SHE FREAKING CALLED ME OUT. Okay so chillax, I went out. I stood there the normal way I stand everyday, which is slouching AND SHE SAID I STOOD THERE AND POSED. So did Chew Yee and Amelia and yeah. Then she asked me to teach. And I was going to say "okay if you want me to be the teacher, class you can stand up." but right when I was about to do that, she started rambling on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never ending I could have dieddd. Then she made is play broken telephone. The game I used to love when I was hello, EIGHT. We spent all our time doing that. And I actually felt bad because I thought it was kind of my fault. :/ But whatever. People make mistakes. She was stupid to have made me stand there though I was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY I WASN'T TALKING TO HER.&lt;br /&gt;Btw it was something like this. When she said "you or me" the "me" she said, she was referring to herself, right? So when I said "me" I wasn't actually referring to myself but I was referring to her. I don't think you can me but I really meant it that way. But I guess stupid people don't get it. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU :) I'm talking about the teacher. Whatever, this is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Science. We didn't do anything. Threw paper at Shuyi's place. :p We're mean people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym tomorrow. And tuition tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8877631736954701275?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8877631736954701275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8877631736954701275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8877631736954701275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8877631736954701275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/toxicated.html' title='Toxicated'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-1438023628077471290</id><published>2007-09-08T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:47:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm currently blogging in both xanga and blogspot. Something like MULTI-TASKING. Ahaha! :D Mmmkay. Today I woke up quite late like, 12.15PM? Yeah late. I had nothing to eat because of my allergy and I actually can't eat eggs but I couldn't be bothered. I made 2 scrambled eggs with extra salt and cheese and sat on the couch watching Bruce Almighty. But two eggs for a girl like me? It can't even fill a quarter of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I was still really hungry and more than tempted to fry another two. But my mom said I should think on behalf of my face. So I resisted the temptation. Pft. Came upstairs and did my Geography project. Had a small argument with mom thus I could not go for Tiffany's party. I proceeded to continue with my Geography and finished at around 6PM after using a lot of printer ink because I had to photostat 5 copies of this question paper and print out like 18 pages of the project. I didn't dare ask my mom for permission to go after things were okay so I didn't go. I told Clara to tell Tiffany that I can't make it and yeah. At around 8.30PM my sister dropped my mom and I at OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted to purchase this Estee Lauder thing which cost RM1,780 or something like that but they were having some discount thing and my sister really wanted it so my mom went to get it for her. My mom also bought some weird bottled stuff which cost like almost RM300. Crazy stuff I know. We went to Vincci but nothing new so I wanted to grab a bite. Wanted to show my mom the awesome pair of board shorts in Roxy but they still don't have it so we went to eat. After eating we bought some stuff in Jusco and then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bath blah blah, then I went downstairs. I saw this lizard on the ceiling and so I decided to stand on the highest part of the couch and took a slipper to hit the lizard. Well not directly on the lizard, I wanted to hit the side so it would run away. But.... when I hit it, THE LIZARD FREAKING FELL and I screamed, jumped off and ran to the other side of the hall climbing onto the top of the other couch. My heart was beating so fast and I was just SO SO SO SCARED. One thing I'm most afraid of are lizards, mind you. And cockcroaches too! Nothing, no words can describe my fear for/to it. UGH! I wish I can create a machine that would demolish all fertilized lizard eggs AND lizards + cockcroaches so the world would be free once again. ANYONE WANTS TO SECOND MY MOTION? Well it's not really a motion but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off now, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTSALOVEFROMME2YOU:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-1438023628077471290?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/1438023628077471290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=1438023628077471290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1438023628077471290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1438023628077471290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That Thing You Do'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-6631514603365503468</id><published>2007-09-01T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:29:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sorry for the lack of updates :) You can go to my xanga for the updates I have not been posting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmf I am actually supposed to go to Harps house today but she isn't replying me and I am not quite dressed to leave the house :P I am really craving for Starbucks Caramel Frap right now. LIKE REALLY. I haven't had it in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made dinner on Thursday night :D For me and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;It was basically a breakfast meal but we had it at night. :P We made scrambled eggs and boy, do I not use my brains. 1st round, we used 2 eggs and well we couldn't get the egg to look bright yellow because there was still white in it. So after using 6 eggs, I finally realized that we are supposed to beat the eggs before cooking it. -.- Right. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made cheese and black pepper sausages, scrambled eggs and garlic toast!&lt;br /&gt;I specially made my dish a leeettle bigger and the effect to that? Me practically dying on the bed wishing I had not consumed so much because I was so full I could die on the spot. Not literally duh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't have much to do now, and I don't have much to say either. So that's it? I will try to blog more frequently :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-6631514603365503468?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/6631514603365503468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=6631514603365503468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6631514603365503468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6631514603365503468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-for-lack-of-updates-you-can-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-5163663312203755468</id><published>2007-08-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:38:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay first of all, I would like to do the most significant thing for the day(although I am now 15 minutes late)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHOO YI QIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- she's my tiny little butt bestfriend. she's the best at gymnastics! she's sexy, she's pretty and she's really cute! she's what you can call bestfriend material. I love her and I am so glad I can spend this 14th birthday of hers with her. I am even more glad that she even bothers to invite me to spend her important day with her! I never regretted befriending her and I am so proud that she is my bestfriend because she's the one I can seek help from when I am in need of help in gymnastics and advice too! She's a great friend and trust me, you'll never regret being her friend. I love you Qin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SHE'S 14 NOW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay next? The trip to Sunway Lagoon with my babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babes who went : Tiffany Chang, Clara Teo, Jadeline Cheng, KHOO YI QIN, Theng Yenn(what is your surname?! lol), and me! :D&lt;br /&gt;The dudes who went : Fenderick (???), Ng Kin Yip and 2 other dudes from Qin's school though they were never in sight. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so first I woke up.. and got dressed. Had breakfast and left for Tiffany's house at about 11AM. Theng Yenn and Clara were already in Tiff's house. After a while, Jade arrived. We were browsing through pictures of girls who like being aneroxic. YUCK! It's the most horrible thing in the world. One word : DESPICABLE! Anyway.. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YiQin came at around.. 12PM? Then we squashed in the car and went to Lagoon. Reached.. and went to buy tickets. I bought child tickets :D Ahaha! Okay then... we went to get changed and camwhored a lot! Then we went on a lot of rides. Can't really remember. But Anaconda was the best. Sat it with Tiffany and Clara. Tiff's head banged onto my chin when the ride finished cause she fell back. My mouth tasted like blood. Ew. Haha. Mmmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hung around at the pool. Played chicken fight. Saw couples making out. And one of them happened to be Clara's friend, Rachel. x) With Naren's brother. LOL! Okay then we did elevators :D Funfunfun! Then swam with Fen and KinYip and all.. then ate. Then went to KFC to eat. Then went to Tiff's house and went home at 10PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny parts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1st Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Clara : I see L A to the power of 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tiffany : Where where? Oh there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : LA square. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everyone : *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2nd Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : *walkswalkswalks* *slipsandfallsonbutt* AAAHHHH! I almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fen and KinYip : *LAUGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fen : OMG, Brenda I was so worried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : *gives the look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fen : I'm so surprised the twisties survived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fen and KinYip : *LAUGHLAUGHLAUGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : *turns around _l_* *LAUGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well basically they were right behind me when I slipped and fell on my butt. So embarrassing okay! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3rd Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tiffany : Omg look at that couple making out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : Where? Oh there! Ey Clara, look at that. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Clara : Eh.. that's my friend!! *shouts* RACHEL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rachel : *looks at our direction* *stones* *gives us 'the look'* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;after a few seconds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rachel : *OMGOMGOMG* *covers face with hand and turns around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All of us : *LAUGHLAUGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was really funny cause she was soo embarrassed x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4th Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Clara : Come lets follow those lala's. Pose like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All of us : *starts posing like lala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brenda : CHEEESE *tries to get their attention*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And drum roll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5th Scene (Best Scene).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jadeline : *looks at signboard* Eh look *points* No pampers allowed in the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tiffany and Brenda :*LAUGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;YiQin : Including XXXXXXXXXS pampers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All of us : LAUGHLAUGHLAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha had fun with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;We also had girl to girl talk. Was good and relieving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home.. and here I am. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with all of you! Jade, Tiff, Cla, QIN, TY, Fen and KinYip(although you 2 didnt join much)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU BABES.......... and dudes? LOL! ALL BABES!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICA AND KELLY :D Hehehe my NEW "friends" right, KinYip and Fen? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;heaaaaarts&lt;3333&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-5163663312203755468?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/5163663312203755468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=5163663312203755468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/5163663312203755468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/5163663312203755468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunway-lagoon.html' title='Sunway Lagoon'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-657388041910785481</id><published>2007-08-20T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:02:17.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so sorry for the lack of updates (: Anyway, the holidays are here. Haven't been doing much but I'll update on the highlights of this month okay? Sorry if there are any errors, because it's been more than 2 weeks since I updated and my brain is getting a wee bit rusty ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, they aren't in order. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soccerthon 2007;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not sure on the winners, but for 4th division(if I'm not mistaken), 2 Cempaka won first place. My class! :D I heard that David scored every single goal. Woah, he's not bad, I must say. (x Although we're technically enemies! I think 3 Cempaka guys won for some other division, and 3 Mawar won for the other division, the one for girls. Woohoo. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Canteen Day 2007;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was helping out at the stall, we were selling Domino's Pizza and MCD Nuggets. Not many people bought nuggets this year because they already pre-ordered at the KH stall. Hmph. Aha I ate pretty much a whole lot. You can refer to the previous post on xanga, about how much I consumed :p Mmmm, spent quite a lot of money too. :( I'm very much broke now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this month. Holidays are here, as I mentioned. And mm, I'm going to watch Rush Hour 3 tomorrow. Simpsons tickets are all sold out. And I missed it the previous time I was supposed to go. Gah. Anyway, refer to my xanga for updates. For the moment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-657388041910785481?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/657388041910785481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=657388041910785481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/657388041910785481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/657388041910785481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-sorry-for-lack-of-updates-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8111952629565038622</id><published>2007-08-03T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:24:14.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hey. I haven't blogged in like, what? Oh right, since Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyways, I'll go on from Sunday okay? Cause I have nothing else to do :D&lt;br /&gt;Well Sunday was fine, I went to church and almost fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;again. I'm sorry, but my attention span (whether studying or listening whatnot)&lt;br /&gt;is really really short and most of the time I start to daydream, fall&lt;br /&gt;asleep and maybe worst cases. Yes, that's how bad it is. Well maybe not to you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after church we had lunch at Burger King and I saw Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Ting. My sister and I both agree that she's pretty but my sister&lt;br /&gt;said she looks really old for a 15 year old. Sorry, but hey, she doesn't even go&lt;br /&gt;online anymore :D At least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, after eating, my dad went to Tesco because&lt;br /&gt;my mom needed a few things so yeah, it was like grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Just, a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to see cars for Rachael, my eldest sister. We still don't know&lt;br /&gt;which car to buy because my sister is really fickle minded (I guess it's genetics).&lt;br /&gt;We went home and well I went online until at night.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner, did some work and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Monday, it was the first schooling day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely dread school, especially a school like mine. But anyway, I'll have to&lt;br /&gt;just bare with it until I leave, which hopefully would be soon. But doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, woke up and got dressed. Went to school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what I did.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, class was fine. The day seemed to go pass really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit I didn't have much fun. I mean, it was a normal day.. what I usually do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened so yeah, really weird.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly ended quite quickly and I came home and skipped Math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around the house doing nothing.. and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was alright too.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as per usual, hung around and then went to class.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew and then it was time to come home.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Science tuition and well it was okay. I learnt a bit I guess :D Good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, slept and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was fine too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.. and skipped Math tuition again. Well it's actually either I go for Monday night,&lt;br /&gt;or Wednesday morning. And I skipped both days so I guess the consequences would be&lt;br /&gt;slight lecture from my Math tutor when I go next week? I don't know. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to school, went to class, blah. For Living Skills, we did this drawing thing.&lt;br /&gt;And my LS teacher actually said this to half the class.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry girls, I'll give you time to finish it because I trust you girls would do it. But I'm not too sure whether Brenda and Abigail would do it. But who cares."&lt;br /&gt;Like what on earth, right? Obviously I would do it, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I don't always hand things up on time and so forth, but that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean I wouldn't do THIS, right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's so easy, just drawing some boxes on an A4 paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to prove her wrong, I'll pass it up right infront of everyone so&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;And let me criticize her, she's shorter than me. And I'm already short. She's almost like an&lt;br /&gt;abnormal dwarf, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;And her daughter, who is a year older than me, is fat and she swears a lot.&lt;br /&gt;She has long fingernails and paints her nails to school.&lt;br /&gt;Breaks the school rules all the time. And why doesn't her mother say her own daughter is a&lt;br /&gt;bad example? Because she clearly hates me. And I despise her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gym at night was fine. I didn't learn much cause I did trampoline, bar and beam before floor.&lt;br /&gt;And I somehow had no energy for gym that night. So yeah, that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thursday was fine as well.&lt;br /&gt;School was like everyday..&lt;br /&gt;Tuition at night was like every tuition..&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. Very normal Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was the day I had to get my butt off the bed at 5.30AM to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;It was Soccerton! :D Excited. Well so reached school, warmed up a little bit and we, 2 Cempaka's played&lt;br /&gt;against 5 Kemboja. They are very rough, let me tell you. The amount of times they&lt;br /&gt;try to push me down.. can fill up a dictionary. But thank God I'm a gymnast otherwise I'd prolly&lt;br /&gt;not survive. I didn't even fall once. But neither did I score any goals. :(&lt;br /&gt;5 K got a lucky goal. So at the end, the score was 1-0.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, if they are great, normally they'd score more than 5 goals. But we are good defenders, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great game. My first real soccer match. AND I LOVE SOCCER. I'm going to take it up&lt;br /&gt;as a sport. Just wait and see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the real soccerton day but I didn't go because we didn't make it into&lt;br /&gt;the finals remember? Anyway, I went for BK quiz 2007. I didn't do well though. Sigh. 29/50. Bad isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.. well after that I was helping with the Oral quiz and stuff. Was dead tired&lt;br /&gt;throughout the day. Ate A and W then came home, slept then went online and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Simpsons tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxLOVES :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8111952629565038622?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8111952629565038622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8111952629565038622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8111952629565038622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8111952629565038622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-2513778508601157928</id><published>2007-07-28T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:00:18.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it's been a week since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well nothing much has been happening besides the monthly tests. And I skipped tuition on Wednesday. Anyway I went to cut my hair yesterday. I don't know what got into my pathetic mind but now I'm sobbing like crazy. Lets see the differences between my hair :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmYHZi22I/AAAAAAAAADw/dmVxApu_9KQ/s1600-h/newfolder+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmYHZi22I/AAAAAAAAADw/dmVxApu_9KQ/s320/newfolder+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276368161561442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmYXZi23I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b8lGDXpQars/s1600-h/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmYXZi23I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b8lGDXpQars/s320/ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276372456528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmY3Zi24I/AAAAAAAAAEA/37TL5uavj48/s1600-h/somersetgrill+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmY3Zi24I/AAAAAAAAAEA/37TL5uavj48/s320/somersetgrill+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276381046463362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;long before. long hair :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmZnZi25I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4Y-lCAH8UV4/s1600-h/Andrea%26I%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmZnZi25I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4Y-lCAH8UV4/s320/Andrea%26I%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276393931365266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LONG before. LONGER hair :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's another picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/Rqtn2nZi26I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uYsmhVQ1ntk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/Rqtn2nZi26I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uYsmhVQ1ntk/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277991659199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;braceface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-2513778508601157928?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2513778508601157928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=2513778508601157928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2513778508601157928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2513778508601157928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-its-been-week-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhRIQXKL2nA/RqtmYHZi22I/AAAAAAAAADw/dmVxApu_9KQ/s72-c/newfolder+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8724463772386073715</id><published>2007-07-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T03:23:12.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Combination Of Words I Could Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am starting to have this problem with waking up in the morning. I never had this one before. I've never been able to sleep through the ringing of the alarm clock (it's really loud, mind you) and yeah. But for the past few days, I've been sleeping soundly through the whole thing. Which adds up to me, being not punctual to the destination I'm supposed to be heading to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have been late TWICE, to Shuyi's house. And she's just 6 doors away. So today, I woke up after a few dozen missed calls by both, Stephanie and Shuyi (no, they're not twins). I had to rush, and have I ever mentioned how much I hate having to hurry? I do, a lot, infact. So I scurried over to her place with Meg Cabot's All-American Girl, ten ringgit and my cell. Dad watched me go, right before he had his breakfast. So yeah, I was the first one there. We didn't have much to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Steph and Caroline arrived not long after, and we headed for the park after a short lecture Shuyi's mom gave us, about the whole dance thing. But I kinda agree, none of us are co-operating and we've not much time left. And besides, Michelle can't participate, Caroline and Stephanie's mom don't agree on this, and Shuyi's mom is starting to think the other way, in other words, no agreeing with this whole thing. So I guess we're pulling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a waste but we've no other choice now, do we? So oh well. We went to the first park and sat on swings and slides. I really regretted bringing the book, cause I always either had to hold it which was very much troublesome, or leave it on the floor which I certainly would not. Don't want to risk it, dirtying the book. It's not mine, if you didn't know. And I wouldn't mind just dumping it anywhere if I was the owner of it (just kidding, of course). So we sat the seesaw's after that and Caroline called it a hiphop! AHA. Hilarious moments. A few guys at about 15 years of age (I assume) were laughing at us, but they themselves were like kids on the swings. But hey, I am a kid, so whatever (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We walked to Angelica's house after that which was extremely tiring seeing the fact I wore my flipflops and you know what? I don't think buying Roxy flipflops are that worth it. For one, it's only footwear and who in the world wants to look at your feet when you're just in flops? Come on, I wouldn't look at yours. And two, they're meant to be stepped on, dirtied and such. So why pay such a big price for them? I can just get fake ones from night markets and dirty them for all I care. And from now if I'm ever going to waste money on something from Roxy, I'd prefer perhaps a bag, wallet or even clothes. No flops no more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I dirtied the whole flipflop with mud and icky other heaven-knows-what. Well we found Angelica's house and then Carol and Steph went to visit SKTM although Carol isn't from there. Shuyi and I stayed to watch the hamsters. Then we moved on to the field at SKTM. We did a few elevators cause Stephanie insisted on doing them. And the flyer (Shuyi) really sucks. Hahah, joke. But she found it really fun so I guess we're going to do it more, soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Steph went home then we walked Angelica back and I walked back after that. Ate MCDS. Two large sets x) Teehee. After that.. I came online and created some videos. I'm really satisfied. All thanks to Rosie, she's this girl in Edenham High School in Surrey, UK. She's really nice and well, we share the same hobbies. Cheerleading, gymnastics and making videos! She inspired me into making these videos. But of course, hers are far nicer than mine. So cheers to her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watched E! and ate Coco Crunch with some biscuit, then came back online. My back really hurts from practicing my lousy flickflacks which are getting better but I don't think I can practice anymore cause my back hurts! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well time will heal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right now I have to go, I've homework and mom would screw part of me if she sees me online since I've been on since I got back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8724463772386073715?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8724463772386073715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8724463772386073715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8724463772386073715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8724463772386073715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-no-combination-of-words-i-could.html' title='There&apos;s No Combination Of Words I Could Say'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-3909093039312254427</id><published>2007-07-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:35:52.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woah, tomorrow is already Friday. The last time I blogged was on Monday, and it felt like just yesterday. So anyway, Tuesday was fine. I woke up and headed over to Shuyi's house. We finished cutting our cloth and all that, so we sent it for 'kemas tepi' whatever it's call in English. We went to Kayu Nasi Kandar to have lunch. We were all craving for Roti Tissue but unfortunately, there weren't anymore roti's. So we ate noodles. Went to school and mhhm. School was fine.. and hmm, nothing much happened I guess. Tuition at night was pretty funny. Wednesday. I had to wake up for Math tuition. Was pretty okay. Went back with Michelle and then went to school. Didn't do much in school either. Can't really remember much. Went for gymnastics at night. The usuals. And there was this really funny convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YiQin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*smacks Qin's ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*turns around* I KNOW IT'S YOU. Why whack my ass huh! *tries to whack mine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who wants to whack your tiny little ass! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What? You want to touch my tiny little ass? My ass ain't tiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No! Your ass is really tiny! And who ever wants to touch that tiny little ass of yours?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, your ass is tiny! Hahahah. *laughs continuously*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH LAH, LEONARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a you-got-to-be-there thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND.. *DRUMROLLS* I GOT MY FLICKFLACK :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I did it with the help of the new coach, Mr Ng. He looks SCARY. I told my mom this. "Mom, I think the new coach looks lascivious." And she laughed. She told my dad that. Hahaha. Apparently, they were laughing cause I said 'lascivious'. Don't know the meaning? Go look up the dictionary :D Actually.. I don't know the exact meaning either. But I know what it means.. but I don't know the EXACT meaning. Ahahah if you get me. Yeah. So, I was so scared when I was doing my first flickflack. But it was awesome. I bet my friends (ZoeL, ZoeC, StephTham, Clara, JooYi) hate me. Yes they told me they hate me. Cause *coughs* I can do a backwalkover, a flickflack.. and *coughs* THEY CAN'T. :P Nenenibubu. Well it isn't my fault they don't put effort into learning. Well.. excluding StephTham and JooYi. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't blame me when I make it to the olympics, you didn't work hard to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AHAHA. :)) Yeah so.. today was fine. I saw him. Gosh his smile melts my heart :D Shatters into a million pieces.... AHHHHH. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Andand.. I skipped tuition again. Moms car broked down for the gazillionth time (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gosh. Been skipping way too many times. Anyway I'm gonna go off now, BYE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-3909093039312254427?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3909093039312254427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=3909093039312254427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3909093039312254427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3909093039312254427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/youll-think-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Think Of Me'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8563090488022164300</id><published>2007-07-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:40:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Melt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi. :) I woke up at 10.30am today and ordered MCD's breakfast. Sausage McMuffin :D After that, I went to school and waited. School started.. Science. I saw Philip and Wesley. :D Teehee. Okayy so after Science was English. And then before recess was BM so we helped Cik Aida go to the bookshop to buy a marker pen. Was fun. Recess was fine. Art was fine. We were trying to solve a conflict and Audrey kept getting herself involved when she knows nothing. Anyway here's two funny conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;JenWae. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;God, are you ever going to forget about it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never! So tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay fine. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay bye :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fine. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bye :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fine. BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it goes on and on and on. AHA stupid guyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harpreet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TzeYi&lt;/span&gt;. JanYi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ew whose bag is this? Must be some old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ey it's Andrea's bag lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*walks here* Eh whose bag is this? So nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ew do you really think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;No I just thought it might belong to one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8563090488022164300?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8563090488022164300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8563090488022164300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8563090488022164300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8563090488022164300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-make-me-melt.html' title='You Make Me Melt'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8206603233363512004</id><published>2007-07-15T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T04:14:03.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm With Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ignore the title please :P Alright. Saturday (yesterday) was my maternal grandmothers birthday :) She has been living with me ever since I was born, thus she was taking care of me for fourteen years, two months and three days (if im not mistaken). She is if I'm not mistaken, seventy three years of age (sorry im a bad granddaughter). Yeah so.. she fell down on Wednesday as I have mentioned in the previous post and she fractured her left arm and her whole arm is in a cast thus she has not been able to use her left arm since that day. I've been helping her this whole time (cos you can hardly do things with one arm let alone an arm with excruciating pain). Gosh I don't know what's with all the close captioning. Please, ignore my insanity for a bit. (: Yeah anyway, I finally understand that the hardest thing someone can do is look after someone else when they have their own life they have to be attentive to. And my grandma has been sacrificing a lot of things just to take care of me. She once told me that before I was born (when mommy was pregnant), she hired a baby sitter for me because both my elder sisters had baby sitters. But when I was born, I opened my eyes after only two hours (normally babies take a few days) and I opened them really widely infact. So she said she didn't want to let someone else take care of such a baby and she took care of me herself. But of course, the baby sitter she hired got mad and she scolded my grandma each time they came face to face (cos she is some market lady and my grandma goes to the market and yeaah). So basically she has been an awesome grandma and no other grandma can replace her even if I am given an opportunity. She has been suffering because of her arm and well.. here's something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the year 2005 - She fell down from a stool because she wanted to take a clock from above a cupboard and she lost balance therefore she fell back and injured her spine and hips. She wasn't paralysed but that was only because of Gods grace. She had to celebrate her birthday in excruciating pain on a bed and that was the 9th fall(serious one, ofcos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the year 2006 - She fell(I think) and she had to go to the hospital. Also because she had some almost serious problems and she had to celebrate her birthday in the hospital. That's.. bad. And she was also in excruciating pain on that bed, with the cake and all of us around her hoping she could come back and live with us happily once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And in the year 2007, this year - She fell down two days before her birthday and yet again, had to celebrate her birthday is excruciating pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So aren't you getting superstitious? Oh boy, I sure am. But well some things are inevitable and I guess there are reasons to why things like this happens. But we made sure she was happy and this was how we celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The whole maternal side of the family gathered in Kelana Jaya where my uncle lives and first of all, we had a mini cinema where one of my uncle, his son, his daughter, my other cousin sister and brother, Stephanie, Edward, Christine and I gathered to watch The Bridge to Terabithia. It's an awesome movie but it's somewhat like Narnia. It wasn't as interesting though, and it had a sad ending unlike Narnia. So yeah it was alright. But I missed the beginning and the ending and only caught the mid. So I borrowed the DVD home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had a lot of good food for dinner. Otak-otak, MY FAVORITE. Lala's, I tried them and didn't like them. And *drum roll* CRABS. My uncle can make crabs as good as Fatty Crab! Gosh they are awesome. A little bit more sauce would do the trick. Seriously he is an astonishing cook! The things he cook are heavenly! Well anyway, we cut the cake and took an amount of pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went home at around 11pm and dozed off at 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This morning I woke up and left for church. Serene came and well the usuals. We went to Cats Whiskers after that and I saw this top that is to die for! It's a tank top(tube) and it's tight at the top and flare at the bottom, it's a bit long and it's dark purple with black polka dots and it has a small ribbon in the middle at it only costs 30+! Now isn't that reasonable?! But sadly mommy called and asked me to hurry and Serene left already so I was pretty much indecisive and decided not to get it. I'm getting it next week if they still have it! :D But I doubt mom would allow. Grh. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had lunch and went to pick Shuyi(neighbour) up. Daddy dropped us and OU and we walked aimlessly. I saw... Christine Choo, some SKTM girl (sorry i cant remember :D), Brandon Cho(stupid guy), TAN HONG LING, and a lot moreee! Like really the whole of OU was packed and I couldn't stand it :p Well I purchased a lot of things today and ate a lot too. Baskin Robbins and everything else. Satisfying but everything burnt a BIG hole in my wallet and I'm not going to spend anymore from now cause I am entirely saddened about this whole devastating news about not having money to spend anymore I mean even the thought of money makes me over whelmed at this second. Omg, sorry I don't know what I just typed. Ignore that. Anyway I bought a pair of Roxy flipflops and it's purdy and very berry comfy :D I also bought a book and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School tomorrow so gots to go now :) Long post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till the next time I come online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;`Worrying does not empty tomorrow of it's troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; It empties today of it's strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8206603233363512004?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8206603233363512004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8206603233363512004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8206603233363512004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8206603233363512004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-with-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m With Stupid'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-7543192666070498964</id><published>2007-07-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:46:23.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When was the last time I blogged? Hahah. Anyways, I'll just blog from Wednesday. I woke up and went to school. As usual, after school my mom came to pick Zoe and I up for gymnastics. Melissa came again with her brother, Simon. I think she's going to come every week from now. And yeah, Jeannie also came. So I sat there and like watched. And Melissa has a belly stud. It's awesome, it's really pretty! Ergh. So yeah gym was okay and yeaaah. I fell down while stunting. And I have a huge bruise on my right knee now, it hurts so bad I can hardly walk cause my whole thigh hurts as well. Geee -.- Oh and Clara came too. After two months. So I came home and.. my grandma fell down? Yeah. I was really scared cause Saturday is her birthday. And I don't know, I'm superstitious. Won't elaborate much on this cause I'm not really supposed to be online and yeah. Will blog about that soon. My uncle dropped me at school on Thursday. Okay it was Tze Yi's birthday. I didn't really have the mood. My grandma fractured her arm okaaay. She's oldd! :( But anyway thanks Wesley and Matt for being there. :) Yeah so today was fine, I danced in CF and stuff. Yeah that's about it :) Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;`Late at night when all the world is sleeping  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd stay up and think of you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'd wish on a star  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; That somewhere you are thinking of me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-7543192666070498964?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/7543192666070498964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=7543192666070498964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7543192666070498964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7543192666070498964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-stand-by-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand By You'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-4970074545799881837</id><published>2007-07-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:41:01.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hi :) Today is Mondaaay. Which means, the whole week is replaying! Didn't do much today, just that it's my first time wearing contacts to school. It was alright, i mean i'm alrdy used to wearing contacts just not to school. But anyway, my eyes were so dry i wanted to take off my contacts that instance. But.. i didn't bring my casing. Had to suffer and i was counting down the minutes until school was over :D Had art today and i got a 9/10 baby! Finally one to be kept :D I'm skipping Math tuition today. But it also means i have to go ALONE on Wednesday. But then again, mommy says i don't have to go so three cheers to that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I went to OU yesterday. Well actually after church, daddy mommy and i were planning on where to go for lunch and i kinda wanted Burger King again, but i'm not allowed to consume fast food as i've mentioned in the previous post. So dad was suggesting something like Delifrance but in the end mommy suggested on Manhattan Fish Market so mhm we went to the one in Centrepoint. :) I wasn't allowed to eat anything fried so i ordered something grilled. Adds up to the same thing but aha what the heck! Drank iced peach tea cause it's bottomless. Hehe i re-filled quite a number of times to make the drink worth it! :P After that, we went home and i got changed. Dad and mom went out when i was bathing and it started raining heavily. :/ But it didn't really bother me i guess! Anyway, Rach came home and she sent me to OU with her friend, Grace. They did some shopping while i went to look for Fui Swen, Destinee and Kimberly, Destinee's sister. She's really adorable :) She's twelve. Pretty girl! Anyway we walked around and that was when i switched to contacts. We bought popcorn and water(yes we're so healthy we drink water in the cinema!:D) then we headed for the toilet before going in the cinema. Since it wasn't seating yet, we had to go to the one in the bowling alley. Saw Nick there. Mhm then we went into the cinema. Transformers! Was looking forward to it, couldn't wait to see if what everyone says is right. We were sitting first row, kinda hard to watch but i guess it was still alright. I have to say the movie was good and is a must watch, but i don't think it's the best movie so far. :) I guess i'm the only one that thinks this way. But the effects and the robots are all really fascinating and i guess it took much effort making this movie so i did enjoy myself. But i had problems during the middle of the movie where Optimus Prime told Sam about the whole cube thing cause my mom didn't know where i was and all that. So yeah, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Came home after the movie and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for dinner now :)&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-4970074545799881837?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4970074545799881837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=4970074545799881837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4970074545799881837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4970074545799881837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-911699014579072855</id><published>2007-07-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:01:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;LAST PERSON WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Slept in your bed besides you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my bolster, my pillow and hm, thats about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Saw you cry ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent cried in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousins and i. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You went to the mall with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara teo wen xin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You went to dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant quite recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Said 'I love you' to you and really meant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Broke your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Would You Rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tongue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Serious when it comes to a serious matter and funny whenever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess i prefer drowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Parents :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ARE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Simple or complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most of the time im simple but sometimes complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes im a happy girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Hardcore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Flowers or candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Gray or black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Lust or love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Loooooveee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Preferably sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M&amp;Ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Staying up late or waking up early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. Sun or moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Moooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. Winter or Fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both are finee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. Left or right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. having 10 acquaintances or two best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. Sun or rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rain. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. Vodka or Jack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont consume alcohol :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Do they know it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Nickname(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blender, banana. Ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. What is your birthdate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12th May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;True friends and a lot of money+time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Where do you want to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Australia, where my grandma and paternal family are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maximum 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. What would you want to name a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The time will come. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What would you want to name a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;11.You want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah sure :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Nervous Habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hm. Twirling my hair, biting my lip and uhh. i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Are you double jointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES! Into a shape of a flower. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeahppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With my finger in the middle, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mhhhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep, love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;World Class Chocolate - BR and Sticky Chewy Chocolate - Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. How many kinds cereal are in your cabinet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Coco crunch for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. What's your favorite beverage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ice Lemon Tea, Ice Peach Tea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maggi Mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;IN THE LAST MONTH, HAVE YOU? (YES OR NO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Had a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Bought something you didn't need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Sang in front of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Been kissed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Been hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mhhhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Missed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Got drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Got high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, high on sugar. AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. Danced Crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;12. Cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. Lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, i am calling from telecomunity *blablabla* (i couldnt make out what he was saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm okay hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can i ask you some questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok do you have a mobile phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* No (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh any family member in your house got phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but they aren't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh where they go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how old are you? (but i heard so how are you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fine. (ahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five? You are five years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm no. Err nine. (ahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh okay nevermind thank you bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I couldnt think and i didnt want to give out any info incase i might get screwed like the last time i accidentally gave my dads mobile number out. Geee -.- I cant believe i said no i dont have a phone and im nine years old. Crazy. And btw, the guy speaks HORRIBLE english, trust me, i couldnt understand a thing he was uttering. Talk about having surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gots to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-911699014579072855?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/911699014579072855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=911699014579072855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/911699014579072855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/911699014579072855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-person-who-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-4810183494954206005</id><published>2007-07-05T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:48:40.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey there. :) Today is alrdy thursday. How quickly time passes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its alrdy 5th of July 2007. And it still feels like 2007 just started a day ago. Day after day, we grow older. Its just that.. i reminisce quite often. Its not that its tedious or anything, just that sometimes when i think back, i remind myself of the unevitable things i used to do. Bad things, of course. But it has made me who i am today, and i can never change that fact. So why am i still so unsatisfied? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; ; Woke up and got ready for school. The usuals. We had Living Skills after break. Which was quite fun cause i was cutting the cloth for people. After that, mom sent me and ZoeL for gymnastics. When we reached..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. ZoeL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa that girl is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*walks in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha the way she said it was as if she was a guy and she saw a really hot girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. YiQin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That girl looks really familiar, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, she looks like Melissa Campbell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No i dont think its her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah maybe it isnt. What is her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like -.- ! Hahaha. Well then YiQin went to ask Leon and he said it is Melissa. She came with him, since they're in the same school and all. She was wearing a ballet leotard. How very revealing. Ahah. She's joining gymnastics. And yeah we were doing toe-touches and all and her toe-touches are very nice :) And she points her toes really nicely. She's really pretty. The last time i saw her face to face was a few years ago.. we were still very young and if im not mistaken, she was with Tristen? I dont know, i may be wrong but hey, i cant remember a thing. We basically did the usuals at gym. Just that i sweated a whole lot more. Burn carbs and calories! I added on weight. The last time i weighed myself was not long ago.. and i was 42.5kg. And i weighed myself yesterday, it showed 46kg. THAT IS HOW MUCH FATTER I'VE GROWN :( Devastating. I wanna be skinny again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; ; Today, i went to school as usual. Destinee is a party pooper, geee. I carried Angelica. Oh how strong i am :D Nyahah. She told me something reallyreally funny during break. And oh yeah, Pn Carolina is going to switch our places. How am i going to live without that bitch of mine? :( I will miss her, a lot! Miss telling her about guys. Miss telling her how ugly and fat her boyfriend is. Miss annoying her. Miss borrowing her books. Miss HER. I simply cant live without you, bestfriend, Angelica Tee Cheng li! But nevermind, we'll always be friends forever :D I love her, although i seem like a really bad friend, im a really good one, deep inside :) REALLY. Ask her :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im really nice actually :) Albeit the fact i may seem like a bitch at times. Sometimes i may feel moody but im more or less a really happy person so dont worry! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went for BM tuition after that. Fook Lee, Aaron and Fui Swen sat RIGHT INFRONT. First row. I was like what the heck so i sat behind them instead of beside them. Its still right infront lah, dang. I sat alone, how boring. Then i ate a lollipop. MD and Dwayne came darn late and teacher forced them to sit infront. Which is beside me. And Dwayne kept complaining. "M*hai, i dont wanna sit here lah. So f*cking front." And on and on and on. Then teacher turned around and Dwayne ran behind. Hahaha. Left MD alone. Then after half an hour, MD run behind also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Dwayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh why you go behind *points at MD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He dont wanna see you lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Kemuel suddenly text messaged me. He crapped a lot. WE crapped a lot. Haha then after tuition when my mom came, Kem's moms car was opposite and from there, he shouted BRENDA. My mom was like who the heck is that. Hahaha. Kem. Tsktsk. And here i am. Okay BYE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-4810183494954206005?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4810183494954206005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=4810183494954206005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4810183494954206005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4810183494954206005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-hurts-most.html' title='What Hurts The Most'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-3070119617614783818</id><published>2007-07-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:49:22.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't remember what i did on saturday :D I think i got up quite early, like at 10AM. Was suppose to go for gymnastics 'cause Clara was re-joining and Cindy was joining. But in the end both of them didnt go so i didnt go either, 'cause my classes are on wednesdays. I went to my uncle's restaurant instead. I stayed there until around.. i cant remember what time. My aunt sent me home after that. I completely cant remember what happened after that so yeah. That's for saturday yeah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up and went to church. Sat with mom. I fell asleep hahah. Sorry, not suppose to fall asleep. But hey, im not used to it. :x After that, went for lunch at Burger King. Ate a lot, but that was my last of BK. Daddy says im not allowed to consume it anymore. Zits are multiplying day by day, hey. After that.. he dropped me at KL where my uncle's bowling alley and Cafe is. I ate and yeah.. ate. Hahaha. We went to MCD's at night with cousins, Stephanie and Edward. Adorable little things. Love them. They played like crazy and yeah. I was being the big sister everyone loves, no? :DD Joke. We went back to their place and there was a lizard on the kitchen floor. My uncle jumped in its direction but it didnt move. So he took a transparent tupperware and put it over the lizard. Stephanie moved it and the lizard was like, scared? It wiggled here and there and yeahp. Then my uncle covered the tupperware :D Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took it to the hall and Steph scared Rachael out of the house. Nyahaha. We started poking the cover and suddenly i poked a hole in it! I screamed and ran to the other end of the house. Similar to the way i screamed and ran to the other end of MY house when that icky tipsy cockcroach fell on me. YUCK. My uncle grabbed another cover and put it over. We also immitated the way the lizard was breathing. It was breathing quite heavily so it was definitely a laugh when we watched it. Then on the way sending me home, we through the tupperware out of the car so you know.. it can rest in peace rather then continue getting tortured by me :D HAHA. No thanks i dont wanna keep a lizard anyways! Ed wanted to keep it. He was like 'Dad can we keep it for at least one day??' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha. 10 year olds. I came home and zonked off. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to school. Normal. Boring. Assembly after that. Was boring and we ended quite on time this time so yeah. After that.. went home and lazed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up, went to school. Boring. Free period, talked to Rachel, Wei Hong and Calvin. Then went back to class after an hour. Recess was okay. PE was okay too. Jun Ray asked me to teach him how to do handstands. And Melvin, Darryl and some other guys were so amazed that a girl like me can do a handstand and last for at least 7 seconds. HAHA :D Don't look down on me okay. I ROCK. Haha! Joke. :) But really, i do. x) Okayokay going on.. we did handstands and more nonsense. After that.. Science. We migrated from China to Africa and our job died there, so we migrated to South America and we succeeded for a while then died again then Swen and i migrated to Japan to fix the stupid thing and then migrated back to China and then again to South America. Hahahaha inside joke.  Okay then tuition was fine. Blablabla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay gotta go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;i love you babyyyyyy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no its not the fourteen year old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know who you are :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-3070119617614783818?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3070119617614783818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=3070119617614783818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3070119617614783818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3070119617614783818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/07/slipped-away.html' title='Slipped Away'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-3195511781440049046</id><published>2007-06-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:44:35.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling To Memorize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi hello hey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#1. Woke up at 7AM and got ready. Arrived a bit late but nevermind. Daddy dropped me at school. Went to find mom at Yellow House tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Found friends. Took my number to register for 200m and 4x100m. Went to warm-up with Manda Panda Pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;200m first. Michelle Yeoh suddenly had a bad stomach ache and she was on the verge of pulling out from the race. In my mind i said she cant, because she has to at least get second for yellow house. No hope for me doing that :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sedia, Ke garisan, *BOOOM* (gun shot) *runrunrun* I was last :p but wasnt that far from the person infront of me. Some Indian girl. When we were almost at the finishing line. I gave up. I finished the race but i didnt sprint to the finishing line. I could have gotten second last instead of last. But i was like, who cares. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next race, 4x100m. Michelle wanted to faint. So Tze Yu, Caryn and i went to look for replacement because if we dont, our team will get disqualified. So we quickly run around the whole school looking but noone could run for us. Stupid people, i ran around the whole school - barefoot okay! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the end Michelle said she can run. So we get ready. I was the first runner. Scary. My heart was being really fast. I was on the fourth lane, Michelle Chin on the fifth. We kept laughing together. Then Sedia, Ke garisan, *BOOOM* i ran ran ran, was a bit behind Michelle. The rest behind, i didnt dare to look back. So i runnnn and then pass the baton to Caryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caryn run run run run, pass baton to Tze Yu. She was third at that time. Then became fourth. So pass the baton to Michelle Yeoh. Foooh she sprint until second then Ann Gie went second and Michelle was very far from Ann Gie so she couldnt catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the end, Yellow house relay team (me, michelleY, tze yu and caryn) got third place. Got medal okay! :D First medal in SMKTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Suddenly my mom came to me, looking very very angry. So i was scared and curious. She pulled me to one side then she scolded me. She asked me if any guys are going for the party (Jans bday party at Swens) so i told her honestly, NO :) Then she asked me who is ** and she told me she read the messages. The night before, ** was talking about something very sick and i forgot to delete the messages. Bad luck. Grrh. Got screwed and mom was upset and disappointed. She was very angry and unhappy i could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i waited for the rest of the people (tze, harp, des, andrea, swen, manda) and my mom wanted to talk to Harp. She said she doesnt trust me. -.- Okay nevermind. Then we waited for my mom to go so that we can go also. (well we were actually taking the LRT) Then me, Des and Manda went out first. We waited for Swen and Tze at the bus stop outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they came out. They said they saw my mom leaving and they asked which route she took but we assumed she took the other route so we walked to the LRT station. We were near, reaching the entrance, AND I SAW MY MOM AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT. In her car, of course. I made the worst mistake, i ran into the entrance and if she looked that way, she could see me. Plus the rest of them were wearing green QM shirt, its obvious its them. So we ran in together and when we stepped in.. suddenly my phone rang. We thought we were doomed.. and so did i. I didnt dare to talk. So i told Manda to say im in the toilet. This was how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi where's Brenda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi aunty, she is in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh okay. Tell her to call me back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was.. better. Then on the escalator, another phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda where are you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why still in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm coming to pick you up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Why? Her mom is already on her way! (i was panicking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, im on my way to school. Im coming to pick you up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom is already coming lah, almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to see her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(worse condition)&lt;br /&gt;Her mom has a meeting to go to, she said if you want to see her then go to her condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No i want to see her mom now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her mom is here already. She said meet her at her condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where. Front gate or back gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMGOMG. And when i said still in school, the sound of the LRT train went fooooooosh. You know the sound you normally hear over there. Yeah it was the worst moment in my life. My heart nearly sank the the bottom of my stomach. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Swens house safely. And the stupid perverted guard didnt let us swim. But we did anyway. And in the end we got halau'ed. Ergh stupid management.&lt;br /&gt;We just hung around and everyone got a bit moody. And yeah lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Andrea's dads office after that. We just went online while waiting. Then we went to Andrea's house. Harps mom came to pick her up after a while. Then Andrea and i just hung around on the bed talking and listening to music. My mom came at around 8PM and yeah i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, really horrible things happen. But everything is alright now, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;I've been jinxed this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bad results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bad comments from teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Screwed upside down from mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grounded from using the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grounded from going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally when allowed to go out, the stupid message thing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got screwed inside out from mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phone confiscated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mom only allowed me to take it in the morning, and give it to her at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The LRT thing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Couldn't swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Felt moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Major scolding at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So yeah. A lot more things happened but i cant think now.&lt;br /&gt;So im going for gym later and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The whole LRT thing was a coincidence. It's unbelievable, isnt it? Its just horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym will cheer me up. I need a new Leotard. :/&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-3195511781440049046?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3195511781440049046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=3195511781440049046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3195511781440049046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3195511781440049046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/struggling-to-memorize.html' title='Struggling To Memorize'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-3410485721503182414</id><published>2007-06-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:50:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Grounded.. For A Day</title><content type='html'>Hi. Sorry for not posting anything for the past few days. Where did i stop? Tuesday right? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up like everyday, got ready for school and yeah. We had P.E and well we just hung around the field, watching people do long jumps. After school, i got back and went for tuition. Drank alkaline water, that tasted like normal water, the ones we drink everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to school because it was Parents Orientation Day in other words, RKA day. No, RKA doesnt stand for Parents Orientation Day. I woke up at 9am and went for Math tuition. Didnt fall asleep surprisingly :D After tuition, my eldest sister picked me up and then at around 12pm we went for lunch at my uncle's place. After lunch (we ate a lot, REALLY), we headed for OU. And before that, my mom screwed me upside down, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;I bought two books from OU which cost.. 59.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to strangers - Anne Cassidy(if im not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a teen nanny : rich girls - I dont know who wrote it. But its a continuation from a book i read a year ago. Im looking for that book now so i can re-read it then read the second one. But i cant seem to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after OU, came home and erm well got yelled at. I cried a little but not as bad as last year, really. And then i read to sleep. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OVERSLEPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had manymanymany pages of History notes to do. And i was procrastinating. I said i would wake up at 8am today and finish it. But i only woke up at 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11, im not done with my homework, AND I NEED TO WASH MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-3410485721503182414?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3410485721503182414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=3410485721503182414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3410485721503182414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/3410485721503182414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-grounded-for-day.html' title='I Was Grounded.. For A Day'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8890462020778686244</id><published>2007-06-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:30:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello there. So yesterday after sending my grandma off, i kinda sobbed a little. I knew i was gonna miss her not being around. After such a long time not being able to see her, she finally comes to Msia. But after a month, she goes back. And im gonna have to wait for another few months. But the worst thing is that.. i cant ignore the fact that she is getting old... and, what if she doesnt have a chance to come back anymore? :( I really dont want to think about that but i really hope she gets to come back next year. And i hope i would be able to go to Aus this year. But then my Spore trip would have to be canceled. I mean, if i go to both Spore and Aus, i wouldnt get to hang out with my beloved friends. A few weeks at Spore and the rest at Aus. I'd prolly celebrate Christmas there if my family wants to. And then i would only have a week of holidays in Msia. I think i would want some rest, get my stationary and books done. And get some rest, work on my gymnastics. I dont know. But i'd do anything for my grandma (: And to go to Aus to visit Stephanie dearest! Cant wait to go. (: I love the airport. Always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;School today was boring. I had to throw the rubbish thanks to David who just ditched me. Geeee. Its disgusting okay. So yeah assembly held us back for 7 minutes today. Better than the usuals. Got home and was going to go for tuition but i decided to call Michelle to ask her to bring something for me and she told me there wasnt tuition today. And then i realized, tuition has been moved to Wednesday. Thank God i called her or else i'd be stuck there. :/ Phewww. So i watched Stick It with my mom and asked her if i could go for the pool party this Friday and she allowed! Thank God :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright im done here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Goodnights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8890462020778686244?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8890462020778686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8890462020778686244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8890462020778686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8890462020778686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-there_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-2599226954737029737</id><published>2007-06-24T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:44:21.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello there. Today has been a typical Sunday! I woke up to go to church, took care of babies and after that i went for lunch. Just daddy, mommy, Chris and i. :) Was really full after that. Came home, wanted to watch Stick It, my grandma bought it for me yesterday but Rach was addicted to the television because of Heroes. Geee. So i came up and went online. And right now, im about to get ready to go to the airport. Grandma is going back tonight :( Going to miss her like crazy. And no i dont mean that facetiously. Sigh, i want her to live in Msia! But nevermind, im going to study in Aus VERY SOON, and i'll see her most of the time. Ah i cant wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Note to grandma (tho she'll nvr read it) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its been great having you around this month for holiday here at Msia. Im really glad you came and i really enjoy your company. Before you arrived at the airport, i anticipated how much fun i was going to have when you came here. And i really had a lot of fun :) I was exhilarated to see you in my kitchen with the amount of chocolate on the dining table. Well i'd like to say thanks for making this month an awesome month and helping me with my pretzel, thinking im made to be a contortionist. Haha grandma, im not. :) Well i'd love if you could stay a little longer but your flight is tonight so its okay. See you next year when you come to Msia! Or perhaps when i go to Aus this december. Love you grandmaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay im out! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-2599226954737029737?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2599226954737029737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=2599226954737029737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2599226954737029737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2599226954737029737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-4303770320952281362</id><published>2007-06-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:15:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello :) Today was a great day. After i finished blogging earlier on, i went to take a long bath and then i got dressed to go out. We went to eat KFC at Atria first and boy, do i love KFC :) I have been eating that almost every trip out with my grandma, because she said the chicken in Melbourne can never be compared to the ones here in Msia. And she wants to go back satisfied, so KFC it is. I ate the usuals, snack plate four. I absolutely love their coleslaw. Is that how you spell it? I kind of forgot. Aha.. yeah. So after that, we headed for The Curve. We went to MNG and well, the weather today was blazing hot. By the time i stepped into MNG, my pores supposingly opened up and i started sweating like nobodies business. And to top it up, their having mega sales now which attracted a million and four people which automatically increased the amount of hot particles in that department store. Gosh. I could die in there. After spending eternity in there, we finally went to Ikano. I forgot what we did.. oh right, we took pictures and i bought marshmallows which i regretted later on because they were so powdery and i bought one i didnt quite like. So yeah, wasted ten bucks on that. We went back after that. I took a long cold bath and got dressed. We went for dinner with two other aunties and i had a great dinner. :) We took many many photos as my grandma is going back to Australia, the land down under, at 9PM tomorrow. I am going to miss her. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.GOING.TO.MISS.HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be boring after this. It always has been. Although she is typically like every other grandma that nags, she still rocks part of my world. And so does my other grandma. But its just different with this one around. :) Would most definitely miss her. And she wants me to go to Australia to visit her AND to further my studies there. Preferably next year if possible. But my parents arent encouraging it. They think i shouldnt go because.. i dont really know. But i'd go if i get really good results for my PMR next year. I want to go, actually :) I desperately want to go to another country, a cold one. I want to go to Sydney. Ehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Oh and we were watching E! news earlier on and Paris Hilton doesnt know how to spell receiving. HAHA. She spelt it as recieving. So she really is a dumb blonde, isnt she? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i should get going now. Goodnights :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-4303770320952281362?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4303770320952281362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=4303770320952281362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4303770320952281362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4303770320952281362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-today-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-6810394356976635059</id><published>2007-06-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:33:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm feeling better now. :) I dont know what it was all about but im sure i dont like it, at all. So anyway, i had a very funny dream. I dreamt that Rachel Lim and i went to Dry Cut because she wanted to re-straighten one part of her straightened hair (?). So i followed her, and she convinced me to straighten mine too. So i did, but i kind of ran to Monsoon ID before straightening at Dry Cut because i wanted to know which was cheaper. Apparently Monsoon ID was 300 dollars and Dry Cut was only 110. So obviously take the cheaper one, but i was afraid it might be bad for my hair or something. Like you know.. yeah. So i lied down on this bed thing (i know) and they straightened my hair for me, but i fell asleep when they started so when i woke up, my hair was straightened already. Went home and told my mom and all that, then i went to bed, at home. I completely spaced that i wasnt supposed to lie on my hair or it would go into a weird shape but i did. And when i woke up, (which i really did in reality too) i raced to the mirror and started combing my hair and wishing it would go back straight. And i realized i was only dreaming. -.- But surprisingly, the texture was really smooth and normally my hair isnt that smooth well yeah. Weird dream, weird person. Anyways, im not going for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer `07&lt;/span&gt; so i would like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the teams im supporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blitzers&lt;/span&gt; - Go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoe&lt;/span&gt;(back supporter), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;(base) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joo Yi&lt;/span&gt;! I dont know what she is. Haha. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stunners&lt;/span&gt; - Go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;!! Woohooo. Shake that sexy ass of yours! xD And go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ru Dee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strikers&lt;/span&gt; - Go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; and i dont know who else is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysha&lt;/span&gt;! You can do it (:&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hsien Ying&lt;/span&gt;.. and so many more that i cant even remember.&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyrens&lt;/span&gt;! Do your thing, show them what you've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whoever wins, wins. As long as you have great sportsmanship! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE BEST &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-6810394356976635059?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/6810394356976635059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=6810394356976635059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6810394356976635059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6810394356976635059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-feeling-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-8758762680414270664</id><published>2007-06-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:52:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Out Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been over my head for the past few days, i have no clue what has been up with me. Maybe its a bad month. June has never been a bad month actually. Infact, i haven't had a bad month, practically since i was given birth to. Yes, honestly. So i skipped school today, felt utterly lazy to lift my butt off my bed but instead, i ended up going to OU. I have always kept every amount of cash my parents hand over to me but this time, its the opposite. I've spent a lot, since May. I dont quite like the feeling after spending. Its like, you're suppose to have this contented feeling that you finally own something you've been wanting, isnt it? But in my case, its completely paradoxical. I have been spending way more then i have/should and i feel so crummy about it. I mean come on, its a horrible feeling. I feel miserable! Skipping school today, led me to buying two love novels which cost sixty dollars and well thats quite a number to me. Im reading it and i feel even worst, and i have an absolute justifiable reason. In the book, a girl has to choose one guy out of three, to date. And in this book, i, have been given a choice. I am the one choosing which guy she gets, and i'll be reading what happens if she chooses that guy. And i am the most gullible person on earth. I chose the complete wrong guy. I mean its just a book, right? But i still feel agonized by my decision, because the guy isnt exactly Mr Right. I mean, he is the kind of guy that would want things to happen quickly.. and quite a control freak. If i were given a choice like this, in reality, and if i had chosen that guy, i would probably be in a venture by now. There were two other guys as well, one was a shy yet sweet guy that has no ego, no experience, no nothing. And the other guy isnt as good-looking as the others (yes they even had pictures, colored!) so yeah, i am the most gullible person, agreed? Long-winded, thats me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally come to my senses. And i realized i get provoked very easily nowadays! Its not a good thing, definitely not. And i dont like it, but i cant seem to control my feelings. I know its probably all in the head, but really it feels like i cant do anything about it. I just get irritated so easily. And i realize i have been swearing more than i should. I mean, i shouldnt even be swearing, let alone swearing so much more than i do (which isnt a lot, really). I have no idea what has gotten into me. Perhaps peer pressure, low grades, depression? Nah i dont think its depression. Im not that kind of person, not the kind that would get depressed over little things like this. But it could possibly be the fact that i have been dropping standard (grades, etc) and i dont want to. I want to be known as the girl that changed so much, from being the laziest one on earth, to the unexpectedly hard-working one that scores higher grades than smarter people. You know, that kind of thing. Yeah. But its hardly possible. I mean, if someone else wanted to do it, i guess they probably could. But me? I doubt it. But i really should be thinking positively now, shouldnt i? Because all these negative thoughts certainly arent helping in any ways. I should turn over a new leaf. I have always been saying that, though i never really walk the talk. Honestly i think i have changed a lot. Dont know if that change was from bad to good or good to bad. I guess im easily influenced. I mean, where did all these swearing come from? I have been repeating over and over again, the same words. Which definitely is against my religion, family and well.. very much myself. I just dont know what to do anymore. I havent had a guy i could talk to, pouring my every feeling out so i could feel better without being talked about the next day (in a bad way of course). Neither do i have a girl to talk to. I know i seem like the happiest girl alive in school everyday but honestly, its not what you see. I pretend to be happy and everything, but maybe its because im with people who really are worthy to see the good side of me, the positive, happy side. I just am left clueless here. Whats the point of being on earth? I dont do any good to anyone. Im probably meant to be in a cluster of not-wanted beings. I really dont know. I only have three words and they are the ones i have been repeating many times in this blog entry : i dont know. You know what? I am never emo. Infact, i have only been emo once in my life. Or maybe twice, thrice? But never more than that. I dont really have anything to worry about. But now, it feels like i have to worry about everything even if it isnt my problem or related to me. Please tell me something good will happen, after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish i had a boyfriend now, at this moment, that would cheer me up, lighten me. But no, i dont want one. I dont need one. I am a walking contradiction. But it doesnt matter. I just want destiny to place everything in its right position, now. If that could really happen. I think im racist. I dont want to be. I just dont know. I dont even know what i want anymore. Maybe just happiness.. to leave this country, study in Australia. Meet Mr Right. I dont know. I hate this feeling, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont worry, i'll be fine by tomorrow, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'I dont know' being the most used word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Positive #1. No swearing or cursing in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-8758762680414270664?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/8758762680414270664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=8758762680414270664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8758762680414270664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/8758762680414270664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-out-of-love.html' title='All Out Of Love'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-6266279581159746239</id><published>2007-06-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:09:14.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You give love a bad name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey. I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. I'm not going to go into details because it's already 1.18AM so I'll just go point by point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. My position in class is the worst, I got number 44/44.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I got 3rd for 200m, Bronze for 4 by 4 Relay team, and last for 400m.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Entering finals for 200m on Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Grandma going back to Australia on Sunday night. Going to miss her a lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;#5. Mom is in Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Spoke to Kelsey after 5 years. I miss her, she lives in USA now.&lt;br /&gt;#7. Created a Myspace account so I can view hers.&lt;br /&gt;#8. Some freaking bitch bought the same Roxy bag as me. **** her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-6266279581159746239?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/6266279581159746239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=6266279581159746239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6266279581159746239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/6266279581159746239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-give-love-bad-name_21.html' title='You give love a bad name'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-2582016252222175185</id><published>2007-06-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:53:52.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi. So we had school today as usual. Woke up late so had to rush to get ready. Monday, the whole week replays. I'm pretty sick of school but we still have a year to go, bummer. Well was the first to reach school and after about five minutes Lydia and Mag came. MAGcaroni and cheese. Hahah. Alright so everyone started coming and going on and on with my bag which i'd have to say, got really pretty today. :P Right okay so we talked a lot and then left for class. First subject was Science and i was trying to avoid teacher so i sat beside Audrey because that was the only seat that wasn't taken besides mine which is at the other end of the world under the hot sun and alone! Angelica ditched me. :x So whatever. Fui Swen and Destinee kept thinking i went there on purpose because of K.L which so wasn't true because the truth is, i dont drool over nerds although i have to accept the fact that he can be really good looking with a few adjusments. But no, its wrong, i dont fancy him in anyway. And he doesnt make my heart skip a beat when he talks to be.. so, proved. :) After Science was English and we did two exercises which were pretty simple so i finished quite quickly. We got back all our results and i have a big feeling im going to be in the last position in class. Number Forty Two. Unlucky number much. :x My percentage is only a forty-nine and the its the lowest i know of. I reckon the second lowest is only about fifty-seven. Swear. That's Praveen's. I mean, there isnt anyone else as bad as us, is there? Nah i doubt so. Im in an express class! Who could be thaaat bad :( Obviously ME. Gah, very frustrating, i can go crazy! Mom gonna kill me on Parent Orientation Day a.k.a dooms day a.k.a RKA Day. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went a little over board at school today, we did so many crazy things together. Priceless moments. And today was Hari Koperasi which also meant a million and one things to eat day. (: We were at the AV Room and we rushed down when we received the news that they were selling pizza downstairs. Swen and i shared one box which had about eight pieces in it. It was twenty four bucks so we divided, twelve twelve. I had four pieces and so did she but she sold two to Des and someone else. I was being such a pig but they all left the canteen and i didnt want to be alone so i sold one to Amanda. We ate and all that and we went to the pavement/walkway whatever it is. We went wild once more. Really wild! Everyone was staring practically wondering what crazy things the year 8's/form 2's do. I SO AGREE that if i was a form one, i'd reckon the things we do prove we're pure insane. Okay now im starting to get out of my senses. So i should come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt do much in school today besides all that nonsense inbetween. Came home and had tuition and it was pretty okay. Didnt do much and Mich's dad sent me home today because apparently my moms car died. Harhar. I walked to tuition, mom made me run there! How tiring, thank God we have air condition! :D *cheesy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am right now. Im going to have to go to school in the morning tomorrow. Saringan, running, dooms day number one. Running with MSSD winner, Tan Huey Wern. What do you expect from me? A lousy no standard short gymnast who has no running stamina, competing with an MSSD running winnder, and short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words : IM GONNA LOSE. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, the embarrassment wont burn that much, its only running :) I wish it would work that way, i wish my mind was meant to be set that way. BUT NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER, Im going to bed now. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-2582016252222175185?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2582016252222175185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=2582016252222175185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2582016252222175185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2582016252222175185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-7285852075668965199</id><published>2007-06-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:13:41.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikinis and bras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxy'/><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey :) Today was awesome. First of all, i would love to wish my daddy Happy Fathers Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ALWAYS being there for me eventhough i'm such a baaddd daughter :P Not always doing what you want me to do. But i'll always love you no matter whaaat. Thanks for being my potato! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went for lunch at my uncle's shop after church and then went to OU with Wen Xin. :) Met her at Guardian then we jalan-jalaned every where. Went to GSC to see if there were movie tickets for Oceans Thirteen but it was too late.. :( So we continued jalan-jalaning. Went to have lunch at Robbert Harris. I was still shy at that time. HAHA. I haven't seen her in so long, what do you thinkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked somemore, here and there. Then we decided to try on... BIKINIS. :) I forced her to try one but she was so reluctant to do so because she claims she has small boobs. Nevermind, WE WILL GROW bersama-sama. :D Hahaha. Joyce is part of it tooo. We're sistaaaas. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we tried many bikinis and i wanted to buy one but i already have one so what the heck. And we went to buy BRAS ;) Hahaha the fitting room is really really nice okay like so prettyyyy. We camwhored there. Then yeah.. did mostly half exposing things in OU. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i bought a bag from Roxy. Clara wanted me to buy a light pink one but it's the one Mag has just that hers is black so i was like nahh incase people might misunderstand thinking i want to copy her or something :D So i bought this other square'ish one but it only cost me 90 bucks like so cheap! I mean cheap for a bag from Roxy that is. :) So yeah. Wanted to buy flops, purse and jacket but didn't have enough time because Clara was going home so I went to Times to buy a book. Cost 30 bucks. So mhm. We didn't get our Starbucks in the end :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total spent : RM110. Not too bad.. but maximum for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at uncle's shop again. Then came home. Here i am :) Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-7285852075668965199?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/7285852075668965199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=7285852075668965199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7285852075668965199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/7285852075668965199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-1167850301367493805</id><published>2007-06-16T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:55:31.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Love A Bad Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I completely wasted my time today watching awfully nauseating video clips of worms and botflies. ERGH, i have no idea why i did it. Now i feel so sick. I feel like barfing! You should NEVER EVER watch video clips of such. GROSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the mall with Clara Teo Wen Xin tomorrow. It's been longggg. And Andrea too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-1167850301367493805?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/1167850301367493805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=1167850301367493805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1167850301367493805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/1167850301367493805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-give-love-bad-name.html' title='You Give Love A Bad Name'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-4754573655824708382</id><published>2007-06-16T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:41:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miles Are Getting Longer It Seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey. I was suppose to go to the dentist today and get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt; done but i decided to go another day because i went to sunway pyramid with grandma and rach today! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a happy girl. Well not really. I reckon pyramid is filled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If you get what i mean..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah so i had to wake up early in the morning. Not that early.. but at like, 10AM. Mhm so i took my bath and then daddy sent grandma, sis and i to sunway. Took less than 10 minutes to reach. So we didn't do any much, really. Walked around the whole time. Andand i actually saw people i know there! =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And the figure skaters are seriously... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Would love to learn figure skating one day. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pei Yi&lt;/span&gt; skating. But didn't really say hi because i was like a level higher than her and it would be awfully awkward to suddenly say hi from where i was because we haven't talked since primary 6. I also saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jyen Yiee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Hsin&lt;/span&gt;! At different times. Okay so we had lunch at KFC because my grandma said that the KFC in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; isn't nice at all so mhm. After that, we went for tea/early dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan Fish Market&lt;/span&gt;. Mmm yummy. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Then i got myself a cone from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt;. World Class Chocolate is loooove. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We came home at around 6.30PM by cab and tadaaa, here i am. Well of course i already took my bath. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Yeah so i won't be doing anything tonight. And i am in excruciating pain, my neck is killing me for no apparent reason. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ergh. Better go now. Oh and grandma/sister bought me a pretty shirt, thanks! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: I think Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 has sick lyrics :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-4754573655824708382?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4754573655824708382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=4754573655824708382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4754573655824708382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/4754573655824708382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/miles-are-getting-longer-it-seems.html' title='The Miles Are Getting Longer It Seems'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244383207495100531.post-2090925276852745851</id><published>2007-06-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:35:10.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so we didn't go out in the end. Gee and i was actually looking forward to eating since my sister ate my ham!! She claimed it was hers. Ergh. So basically i'm left at home rotting infront of the computer with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to OU on sunday. I'm in desperate need for a new bag. Saw this beeeautiful bagpack in Roxy and i'm going to get it. HAH, no one else can have it! And i'm planning to buy a wallet, board shorts and flops. Should i? It's only Roxy.. i have a tonne of shorts from Roxy, okay well not a tonne but like 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's kinda like a total waste of money honestly. But i reckon it's better to buy original than fake. I'm currently talking with Pei Jiun on MSN and we're going to play bejeweled since the both of us are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw my dad came back from Sarawak just now. He's coming home soon I guess. Blahblah i'm gonna miss his bed :P And he is going to HK soon, again. He wants to go back to Austria. He claims it's a very bery nice country! AHA. I'm very sure it is. Geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M BOREDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blog (: I know i've been doing this spasmodically but hey you can't blame me, as i have mentioned in my xanga that i am indeed a very fickle minded, indecisive kind of person ;) So that's my reason. It's very much... reasonable, isn't it? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My uncle opened a restaurant in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SS2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; months ago. The food there is really appetizing and exquisite, believe me. The area is no where close to isolated, but the restaurant doesn't get much business each day. The workers there are vastly well-mannered and likable. (: They are from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;myanmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; if i'm not mistaken. Their names are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Hehheh. But unfortunately.. my uncle is going to close down because they aren't getting enough money to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which means.. the workers have to leave and go back to myanmar.. :( I want to cry. My uncle doesn't want to close either okay.. he has been hesitating and all we can do is pray for more customers. Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! :( That's the only place i can hang out when i'm grounded or whatsoever. It's somewhat important to me. It really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh. Well i'll be going there in about 20 minutes for early supper. Going there with my sisters friends and others. Well i guess this is it! Oh and btw, my sister came back from singapore yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was like.. Brenda i want to make you a drink. What do you want? And i was like.. errr juice? And she was like no juice. And after a long time.. she said.. okay come here i'll show you what drinks there are.. there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. or do you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND IN SINGAPORE THEY SELL DRINKS THAT ARE CALLED ANYTHING AND WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahahahhaha that's extremely funny don't you rkn? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not because of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But because of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244383207495100531-2090925276852745851?l=utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2090925276852745851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244383207495100531&amp;postID=2090925276852745851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2090925276852745851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244383207495100531/posts/default/2090925276852745851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utmostextremityofdespair.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hope-you-know.html' title='I Hope You Know'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500963111182059792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
