<?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-4601548649214321594</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:30:58.799+08:00</updated><category term='Vanessa Carlton'/><category term='Camwhore'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Hoedown Throwdown.'/><category term='The Click Five'/><category term='Gwen Stefani'/><category term='Faber Drive'/><category term='Sickening spammer'/><category term='Christmas Party'/><category term='Anonymous'/><category term='Stephanie the lazy pig'/><category term='Katherine McPhee'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='Cousins'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='Michael Bolton'/><category term='Kelly Clarkson'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Sentosa'/><category term='The Academy Is...'/><category term='Nicole Scherzinger'/><category term='Ina'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Mariah Carey'/><category term='Bowling For Soup'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='DSLR'/><category term='Celine Dion'/><category term='Jordin Sparks'/><category term='Nikon D90'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-3026666901427348443</id><published>2009-07-03T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:21:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, this blog is no longer in use as it's owner found a new love. Yes, Sue. Because she's much more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would still like to follow her and Sue H. Crinkle or Sue H. Crinkly, visit this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knotnowknow.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://knotnowknow.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knotnotknow.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://knotnotknow.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. But I'm sure it's either one. 60% of my guts says it's knotnotknow. Just go try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The last of th-backdrop.blogspot.com, see you my darling baby sweetheart friend! Always remember, I love Sue H. Crinkle.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3026666901427348443?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3026666901427348443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3026666901427348443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3026666901427348443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3026666901427348443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-this-blog-is-no-longer-in-use-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8960627320957257008</id><published>2009-06-27T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:45:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a nice blogskin. But it has S.H.E and fahrenheit in it. D: If only there was only fahrenheit. And Aaron looks to &lt;b&gt;awesomely hot&lt;/b&gt; in it. But, Calvin looks &lt;b&gt;stuffed&lt;/b&gt; and he looks pretty bad. So I decided not to use it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this other blogskin that is so nice. But then it has this effect and blocked out one twelth of Aaron's face. D: A little. But it's kinda unfair cos none of the others were blocked. So I'm not using that skin. Gr. I'm going to wait. Wait till something nice comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8960627320957257008?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8960627320957257008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8960627320957257008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8960627320957257008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8960627320957257008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-nice-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2752635268476501333</id><published>2009-06-26T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:48:01.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoedown Throwdown.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, I can't stand this, Caroline. Stop it. Really. Just because you've got your stupid N97 doesn't mean you can go irritate me okay! GRRRRRRR. STOP AH, I TELL YOU. Or else you're not coming over! Ah, but shucks, I like your house. That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline:-slides her phone, phone makes that "tack" sound-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -looks at her-&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: -looks at me, slodes her phone again-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -glare-&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: -Smiles at me, does it again.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop it lah!&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: What did I do? -does it again-&lt;br /&gt;Me: THAT!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Caroline's your guest! Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakao man. But heck, I love her phone. It's so pretty and white. The keys are so soft. The sliding motion is smooth, the screen is reflective. Shucks. Kill me, I want that phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2752635268476501333?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2752635268476501333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2752635268476501333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2752635268476501333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2752635268476501333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-i-cant-stand-this-caroline.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6251275994385771967</id><published>2009-06-26T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:19:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to: Hoedown Throwdown (Miley Cyrus)</title><content type='html'>I want to get H1N1 on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get quarantined so that I'll miss the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;I want the H1N1 in my body to mutate and become a severe case of H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spread it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to die by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this earth dying in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to die with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to accomplish that. I'm trying to get me a fever and flu, first. Yeah, I'm working on the nose first. I got it. I bathe in extreme coldness. Sleep with the aircon and the fan blowing directly at high speed. Without blankets. Then I stuff myself with food till I get a sore throat. So on, I'm definitely going to get H1N1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God, Michael Jackson died. Stupid vain guy that knows nothing about his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6251275994385771967?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6251275994385771967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6251275994385771967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6251275994385771967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6251275994385771967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-hoedown-throwdown-miley.html' title='Listening to: Hoedown Throwdown (Miley Cyrus)'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2108432378538807181</id><published>2009-06-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:01:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350859819113799106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SkISp8kwXcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/k4nsaDmq474/s200/DSC02409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350858955378271746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SkIR3q6KJgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/21IeNF6Rf8E/s200/P1130617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 酸甜 (S.H.E&amp;amp;飛輪海)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S THE 24TH OF JUNE. It's your day, Cassmine and Iwen. I hope our friendship doesn't end here. I love you, both of you. Happy birthday. From the botton of my heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't do much yesterday. Boring. As usual. Stayed up to 12am. It was so hard! I kept sleeping. But thank God I had panadol. ;D Took 2 tablets. Great. Felt so awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, watched finish  命中注定我愛你. It's a great show. Go watch it. Okay, partly cos super hot ruan jing tian is acting in it. But sometimes it's very painful watching it. D: Cos it's a little laggy! Hahaha, anyway, if you do watch it, get tissues next to you. Really. Tears start flowing down without you even knowing. Ohmysheez. After that, at 3pm went out. Wonderful. Went to Jurong Point. Yeah, stupid girl started laughing like shit. Too bad even time I go out with Caroline we never take pictures. D: Yeah, Chris went to. He was a little extra though. But, I'm nice enough lah. I bought him a slurpee. Hey, Jurong Point is super big! It's big big big. Caroline bought me a stress donut. It smells like a donut too! Thanks darling! I love you lots lots lots. Came back, ate dinner. Pretty much. They invited me for dinner. But then Caroline wouldn't be there and I wouldn't want to be stuck with Chris playing wii and other video games with him.. No. NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back, are you disappointed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2108432378538807181?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2108432378538807181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2108432378538807181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2108432378538807181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2108432378538807181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SkISp8kwXcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/k4nsaDmq474/s72-c/DSC02409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-6581282819837184745</id><published>2009-06-21T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:41:08.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSHWHONDHOHOBUHTSV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so .. inexpressible. Well, okay, let's discuss it. Upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dance concert&lt;br /&gt;-Dance competition&lt;br /&gt;-Monday dance class&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday dance class&lt;br /&gt;-Costume&lt;br /&gt;-Advanced Silver exam&lt;br /&gt;-Intermediate Bronze exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. That's what makes me ... urgh. The 2 classes already altogether $420. Add on for the exams, inter bronze already costs $152. What about advanced silver? D: Going for this inter bronze exam, Ms. F already says that she's going to get new stuff to wear and things. Then for concert item, cowgirls. Hm.. more costumes. Duet with Sophie, can't wear any of the costumes that I have cos Sophie doesn't even have any costumes. So, get new set of costumes. All the costumes cost like $100 each set. It can come up to about $1032 altogether. P/s, I DON'T have that kind of money! @#%#@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the self composed OST songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6581282819837184745?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6581282819837184745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6581282819837184745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6581282819837184745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6581282819837184745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/pshwhondhohobuhtsv.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4343155879762454802</id><published>2009-06-15T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:12:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SjYBgvHwh_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/IQE5CmMvN-c/s1600-h/FAHRENHEIT+MSN!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347463269465491442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SjYBgvHwh_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/IQE5CmMvN-c/s200/FAHRENHEIT+MSN!!.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO YOU SEE HOW AWESOME THE NEW MSN CAN BE?!?!?!?! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, FAHRENHEIT background and FAHRENHEIT theme and AARON display picture. OOOOOHHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley, remember I told you that the new msn was so amazing?! Yeah, that time I haven't seen THIS. I'm telling you, the new msn is AWESOME AMAZING GENIOUS, I love it. It's better that any other chat sevice in the world or the universe! Ahhh&lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4343155879762454802?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4343155879762454802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4343155879762454802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4343155879762454802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4343155879762454802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-see-how-awesome-new-msn-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SjYBgvHwh_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/IQE5CmMvN-c/s72-c/FAHRENHEIT+MSN!!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-2825719932056953002</id><published>2009-06-15T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:04:08.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved yesterday. ;D During dance, tried the music for the concert. Yeah, our theme was like cowgirls, yo! It's so super awesome. It's more charactor, I think. I wish we can do the "yeeee-haw" thing. I love charactor cos we get to be super crazy! &lt;3 LOL. Okay. It's so cool. We were discussing our costume and Ms. Fiona was like, "You guys are going to wear jeans!" And she was really excited, LOL. Then I was like," But Ms. Fiona, jeans are so still and hard to be flexible and dance in! Especially if you want us to turn properly and bend our knees!" So in the end, I think she agreed on jean shorts. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't wait for later. Going to ask Soph to help me loosen my taps. It's going to sound to beautiful after she's loosened them. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2825719932056953002?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2825719932056953002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2825719932056953002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2825719932056953002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2825719932056953002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-loved-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1863975607835674714</id><published>2009-06-12T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:05:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346412512081952162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SjJF2m1ZPaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Vb2ii4dBh7g/s200/tapstele%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capazio's teletone taps. Let's get them.&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha, I love chinese, really. I was doing the stuff for the what, chinese oral things. And I asked my sister to give me li zi. And she she was so excited and happy to help me cause she had lots of notes on them. She read them to me, help me phrase, tell me what it meant etc. So I hope I'll do well. But then, I had to rephrase a lot because her writing style is totally not mine. So I just took the info and rephrase everything. D: But it made things a lot faster. Hahahaha. :D Love, thanks jie. Love you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1863975607835674714?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1863975607835674714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1863975607835674714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1863975607835674714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1863975607835674714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/capazios-teletone-taps.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SjJF2m1ZPaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Vb2ii4dBh7g/s72-c/tapstele%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-333468137732621494</id><published>2009-06-12T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:31:32.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;只要想你一遍 zhi yao xiang ni yi bian&lt;br /&gt;連孤單也覺得甜 lian gu dan ye jue de tian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that part of &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; song. It's so terribly sweet. Yes,&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; song is stuck in my head. And I just keep humming &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; song. Yeah, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; song is by Danson Tang! &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; song is called &lt;em&gt;最溫柔的懸念&lt;/em&gt;. Oohhh. It's so nice can! Can you read fan ti zi? I'll add the han yu pin ying so you'll know what it means. It's so nice and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty is baking choc chip cookies. It smells so nice. I can't wait to eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-333468137732621494?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/333468137732621494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=333468137732621494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/333468137732621494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/333468137732621494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/zhi-yao-xiang-ni-yi-bian-lian-gu-dan-ye.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5795051371908104148</id><published>2009-06-10T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:17:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEE! Today is a happy day! :D Went out with my sister, brother and mother. YAY! Today is mummy and papa's 19th wedding anniversary. Yeah. Me and my sister bought daddy boxer shorts. it's high time he owns a pair. Ate at Manhatten's Fish Market. :D It's good food, okay. We shared a lot. Lobster, fish, tartar sauce! Yummy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, shopped around central, we let mummy walk around and buy whatever she wanted. And we didn't actually get impatient or grumble since it was her anniversary. Heehee. Then went to buy breakfast for tomorrow. Pancake fishes! And mini donuts. YEAH. We opened some of the pancake fishes in the car to eat. I told my sister I wanted the chocolate flavoured fish. And she said, okay. She gave me one. Then I bit into it and it wasn't exactly sweet. But I continued eating. Until I was like, OMS, JIE! This is red bean not chocolate! And she was like, HAHAHAHAHA. SORRY SORRY. You want donuts? And she gave me that silly sheepish smile. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my sister for her tuition and went to bugis street. Mummy bought me a new wallet from MYUK. YEAH. &lt;3. Then went to bukit timah plaza to do her hair. Finished at 8. Went home, eat. Then I did my chinese homework. Yeah, I admit, I'm being addicted to chinese. Yes, I am. I like it actually. I LOVE the fact I can actually read what the paper and the book and worksheets print and actually can understand them. And get this, I, Camellia Cheng, can read fan ti zi! Yes, I can. Thanks to ko1 and xfam lah! ;D My mum made me read the play magazine out loud. And I could read the whole paragraph on tang yu zhe with only a little hesitation to think about the word okay! I knew all the words lah! And the whole paragraph was like a quater the page lah! And it's FAN TI ZI. WHOO. I can read chinese, I can understand chinese, I read chinese well. Go me. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5795051371908104148?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5795051371908104148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5795051371908104148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5795051371908104148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5795051371908104148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheeeeeee-today-is-happy-day-d-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8316409659265908594</id><published>2009-06-09T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:47:43.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. I feel horrible. Really. I declined Caroline and Christopher to go to Downtown east cos of someone else. And I totally don't want to go with that person. I want to go to Downtown East!! GRRR. GRRR. GRRR. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11 today. I wake up at a fixed timing now. ;D Then I'll watch xfamily until about this time sometimes 3-4pm. Heehee. Addictive already. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I watched until eps 30 and AARON CAME OUTTTT! AHHH! He's so cute when he was eating the food and he keep smiling and laughing. Ahh, so cute!! Hahahahahahaha, I'm so excited, tomorrow I'm going to start on the next series of xfamily. Yes, I will. Aaron's so cute! But his voice is totally yuck in this show. He's got that alien monster voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hahahaha, last night, went for dance. Sophie really bought me screwdrivers. Hahaha. She said I needed to tighten the screws in my head cos they were all loose and because my tap shoes also had screws that were coming out. You have no idea how loose my taps are. You probably don't even know how many screws are left on my shoes. Left only 4 screws I think. Hahaha. So, Sophie bought me screws too! LOL, she's so sweet. Okay. Hey, they are cool screwdrivers. They are colourful. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stephanie chee, I'm telling you hor. You still want to buy teletaps? Or, teleTONE taps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8316409659265908594?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8316409659265908594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8316409659265908594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8316409659265908594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8316409659265908594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6469893730346257752</id><published>2009-06-08T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:26:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhhhh. I want to 命中注定我愛你 DVD! Cos cos 阮經天 is acting in that show. HAHA, Cassmine was the one that told me about it. OHMYGOSH. HE LOOKS SO HOTTTTT. I know that in almost every magazine there is Fahrenheit. When there is Fahrenheit, there is Tang Yu Zhe, when there is Tang Yu Zhe there is Yuan Jing Tian!!! AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed very familier at that time when Cassmine came over. So I asked her where he acted before. And she said he acted in ming zhong zu ding wo ai ni. But then I haven't watched that show before so it's not possible. Then I realized. Hahaha, he acted in hanazakarino kimitachi as wuzun's rival the shen le guy! Hahaha, so shuai okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to watch 愛就宅一起, probably ask Sophie to lend me first ba. Going for dance later. I haven't danced in ages. I hope I still remember the stuff. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6469893730346257752?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6469893730346257752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6469893730346257752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6469893730346257752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6469893730346257752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7855319248629699249</id><published>2009-06-06T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:06:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim, eat, play, be crazy. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music lesson. Urgh, not fun and exciting. Cos Caroline kept mocking me on how terrible my intervals were. Pbhbshbosfh. I KNOW LAH! I got like 16 out of 30 wrong. Please, I failed. I mean, who can actually work with compound intervals?! Well, I got her back(: I mocked her on how she couldn't find the lefthand chords and count the interval spacing. HA-HA. AND, she got merit for grade 7, I think. And she lost 11 marks in the sections that I was good at. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, left without Caroline cos she had to stay back for practical lessons. I'm jealous of Caroline's phone. Lol, it's same as mine. But it's silver. And pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm going to watch xfamily. Then on Monday my mum's going to Parkway Parade to buy the DVDs. But because her events are cancelled, I might not. Whining helps. I'm going to start whining tomorrow. My mum has got a soft heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY SISTER GONE TO?! Urgh, silly Famine camp. It's a camp where they starve you for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; hours so that you can see what it's like to be in some thirdworld country? Yeah, my sister is in Mongolia. And she contracted aids. Yeah, that's what she told me in her sms. Along with those weird information, it also stated that they were having 100 plus for dinner, last night. She'll be coming home at 9pm tonight! Can't wait. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till the night, did I realise that I was being such an ass. With my pride sky high and my ego bubble huge, I would not imagine that I'm saying this right now, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7855319248629699249?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7855319248629699249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7855319248629699249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7855319248629699249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7855319248629699249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-467075545409075393</id><published>2009-06-02T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:43:27.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. I think I can finish the ko1 show today. Episode 19 already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning woke up, saw this post it on the wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sister (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school already for 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;(Chemistry &amp;amp; Social Studies)&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy has gone to work.&lt;br /&gt;Mama will drop by later. Just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac has gone with Aunty to Edmund's place.&lt;br /&gt;Once you wake up, eat the donut on the table.&lt;br /&gt;And give Edmund a call. Make sure they are there.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Micha&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wesom&lt;/span&gt;ela (Cool, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think it is cool! If you take away the red letters, it WILL spell out her name. I have yet to call Edmund. I don't think I will. If they don't come back soon then I'll call. Okay. I'm going back to watch ko1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-467075545409075393?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/467075545409075393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=467075545409075393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/467075545409075393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/467075545409075393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-9152162955193528175</id><published>2009-05-31T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:11:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha, omg, I'm going to tell you something so funny that happened today at church. Me and my sister were sitting together during congregation service and in front of us was uncle joseph's cell, I think. I reconized Jun Jie. Well, so sitting in front of both of us was a boy. He's cute, but not to die for. Whatever, he's old, like my sister.  And he kept turning around to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was one time, he turned around and my sister looked away so he was, well, embarrassed, so he just smiled at me. I obviously, started laughing. And then, after worship, the pastor told us to turn to at least 2 people and say, "May God's blessing be with you today." Guess what?! Lol, he turned to both of us. Lol. My sister first, of course. And he didn't extend his hand out to be shook, neither did my sister. So when he said it to me, I extended my hand, LOL. Okay. It's natural insincts. And he kept mumbling. Shy or what! Like my sister, say properly lah. Haiyo. So when he mumbled, I replied saying, "MAY GOD'S BLESSING BE WITH YOU! What's your name, ah? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jarrod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear properly. Grr, so I asked again. WHO ASK HIM TO MUMBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jarrod"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Okay. God bless you, Jarrod. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. My sister heart went soft. She she said to me, "Hey, why you so mean to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I'm helping you match make okay." Haha, I think he heard me say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident was, we went to the toilet. And so, I was waiting for my sister to come out and Jarrod appeared. Lol. Stalker. And he asked me, "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Camellia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you sitting next to your sister during worship just now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I started laughing so loudly the ushers had to ask me to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I replied, of course. "Yes.. Well, you see right, she can't be my mother." And I smiled. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, okay. See you and your sister soon then, maybe during congregation next week or something. " And he ran away. Literally RAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I told my sister. And she was like, "I'm sure he doesn't like me. Who knows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, like seriously, IT WAS SO OBVIOUS! And, he is tall. Ohmyshit. LIKE TALLL. I'm like, about, maybe, 1234567890 metres shorter than him. I strain my neck can! I think he's same age as my sister. Maybe 17 years. I don't know. Lol, youth service range from 13 to .. 19 I think. I'm not sure. Hahah, I loved church today. Maybe cos I laughed too much. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-9152162955193528175?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/9152162955193528175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=9152162955193528175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/9152162955193528175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/9152162955193528175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-omg-im-going-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2349069653495204912</id><published>2009-05-30T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:54:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha, just had family dinner. Again, I know. But this week, we had a reason okay. Grandma's birthday. Hahaha, my house, again. Lots of people came over and just left. The whole time they were hogging our computers. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, then after that, I watched High School Musical 2. I loved the dancing. It's so cool! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep listening to The Climb by Miley Cyrus cos she sounds so much like ... Caroline. She's pretty. Like Caroline. I think she's going to get so angry with me. Lol. I heard your brother was sick, right. How's Christopher? I love your brother cos he's so small and cute and obediant. Unlike my brother.. Urgh. I'm so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My faith is shaking but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IGot to keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Got to keep my head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No I'm not breakingI may not know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep on moving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep climbing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Keep your faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2349069653495204912?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2349069653495204912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2349069653495204912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2349069653495204912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2349069653495204912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-just-had-family-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5570047478723348144</id><published>2009-05-30T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:49:30.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NG2zyeVRcbs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NG2zyeVRcbs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Caroline Loh Xie Jin, look at this video! She sounds like you! I know it's Miley Cyrus and you think she's really plastic and all but she really, really, sounds like you. Or, maybe, you sing like her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has lots of style when she plays the guitar. At 1:23 and 1.38. Yeah, she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my gosh, at 2:08, I WANT TO GO DO THAT! It's so cool! Lol. Caroline, go watch it. Seriously, then I want to hear you sing it for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, 2:38, so cool. Lol. Okay. I like the guy that produced this music video. And according to, Chloe, a look a little tinsy tiny tinsy bit like her. The hair, mainly. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so awesome, Caroline, so talented, you know it. Admit it. You play the guitar, the violin, the piano and all of them grade 8, huh. You even sing good. ;D When you go into a music career, you really need Miley Cyrus as inspiration. Trust me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5570047478723348144?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5570047478723348144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5570047478723348144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5570047478723348144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5570047478723348144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4157674271835837516</id><published>2009-05-29T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:08:49.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy for sam, stef, shan, rissa and claris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats guys. Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4157674271835837516?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4157674271835837516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4157674271835837516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4157674271835837516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4157674271835837516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-happy-for-sam-stef-shan-rissa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3787976768004966352</id><published>2009-05-23T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:48:02.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during music lesson was super funny. We had this, uhm, test and I passed by 3 marks. ;D 22/38. Piano teacher was like, "Camellia got 22/38 for her music test. Such a disappointment! Camellia, you're grade 6!" Whoops. I didn't study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline got 29/38. And I was like, " Whoa. Caroline, so good lah!" And I said it so loudly. Mrs Wong said, "Caroline is good?! She's a disappointment too! Like you! And she's grade 8! Both of you, ought to get full marks! One is grade 6, one is grade 8. You are tested on grade 4 work! Like, hello.." Lol. We laugh like crazy. ;D I love you, Caroline(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later have piano again at 4. Urgh. I don't want to go. It's so boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3787976768004966352?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3787976768004966352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3787976768004966352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3787976768004966352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3787976768004966352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-during-music-lesson-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8555975740164848443</id><published>2009-05-22T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:14:21.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaun; I'M BACK!! says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello. How's your day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camelliaaa - believe, try me, realise. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm, not very good. We had ROCs briefing today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camelliaaa - believe, try me, realise. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After recess. Super boring. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaun; I'M BACK!! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's ROCs??? run over camellias?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camelliaaa - believe, try me, realise. says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEY! Hello.. curse me right? I bet when I die, you&lt;br /&gt;cry ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun; I'M BACK!! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe :) :) lol. maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! I'm training him to type capital letters like how I did to stef. ;D But he's not a fast learner. Like some people(: Heehee. Right stef? You stupid asshole guy lah! Run over me? Sickening. Well, today had ROCs briefing. I dont want to go for the silly nature trail! I only want to go for the old campus one!! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ms Wong. She's so nice. Today was her last day teaching us. So she gave us this uhm, GINORMOUS bag of candy. I gave one candy to SAMMIE(: and another one to MeiRenYu. And a little pretty note(: I want to photocopy all the love notes written by our PBs and teachers. Or scan also can. Photocopy I get the soft copy and hard copy. :D Oh yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got my parents to sign my progress report and they didn't scold me! For once. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy, I got back my progress report today. Feel like moving your hands and signing it?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Depends. Failed anything?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhm.. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Maybe? What did you fail?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha, it's not very important lah. It's quite minor.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Okay, what did you fail?&lt;br /&gt;Me: His..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: HISTORY?! You failed history?! I thought you studied very hard! This is not acceptable next time ah! Go and show mummy first!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mummy, my progress report. Wah, very hot. I go bathe. Tell me later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheeee. Poor Cassmine. Mum wouldn't sign her progress report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8555975740164848443?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8555975740164848443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8555975740164848443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8555975740164848443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8555975740164848443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaun-im-back-says-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5707482060592451665</id><published>2009-05-21T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:46:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow. You should really try going online on facebook at 8:38pm. The people online shoot up all the way to 53. Sometimes 60 but very very very rarely. It's really cool! And then so many chat windows pop up. And I like the sound of the facebook thing popping up. Heeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Adam Lambert(: It doesn't matter. As long as you still get a record made, it'll sell out better than Kris' record. Heeeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I can master me singing my "heeeeheeee"s. Ask Darolyn or Elaine. They get so annoyed when I do it. And it's the point. I can't wait for American Idol tonight. I want to see Adam sing again. Oh, so mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarissa's house to do the life science project. Finshed it already.(: Ryan and Brandon were across the road okay! I very nearly wanted to go and get Ryan to do the project for us cos he's so freaking smart! Brandon would be fine. I mean. He's sec 4! And Ryan's sec 2! So, all older, sure can help us one. Clarissa also knows them, so what's the problem?! But then, we kind of managed. It's a sucky project. Kind of rushing cos stupid Keren had to go back at 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5707482060592451665?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5707482060592451665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5707482060592451665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5707482060592451665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5707482060592451665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8756360674874253743</id><published>2009-05-20T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:55:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaun is out to camp. And msn's not fun anymore. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went for extraction. 2 teeth. Damn pain lah okay. 4 more injections. Then when they pull the teeth super pain cos the injection haven't fully gone in yet. Yeah, I cried. AGAIN. I teared actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that song! It's on the tv. And I dont know the name. But it's so nice! Heeeeeheeeee. I'm pretty happy these few days. ROCs is going to be so exciting. I want to do the Mt. Sophia campus and Fibonacci numbers! I CAN spell. I CAN. People always say I can't spell but I can. I so can. F-I-B-O-N-A-C-C-I. Stop underestimating me. Seriously. I'm so sick of it. Just cos I got Bs and Cs for my CTs doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'll prove it. I'm NOT stupid. Just watch me. And mark my words. MARK MY WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And when you go with them and realise that you're not a part of them. And think you are, but you're not. You count yourself as one but you're not. You want to be but you're not. You dont have a group, you join other people. What so hard about that? What so unsetting about that? Deal with it, you are not a part of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8756360674874253743?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8756360674874253743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8756360674874253743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8756360674874253743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8756360674874253743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaun-is-out-to-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6948775820095505572</id><published>2009-05-16T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:53:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahh(: I feel so great. I'm so happy! Though I'm still upset about what's going on in school and stuff. It's really exciting today. This morning, as usual, go for piano lesson. Well, we were talking about that piano concert thing and Caroline was sitting next to me, like normal. So Mrs Wong was like, "I'm so sorry Caroline that you can't participate" And Caroline responded, "Oh, it's okay." Me, "Why?" Caroline, "Cos I dont have a piece." And the way she said it was so funny. She said it really sheepishly. And I'm like, "Oh.. Right. Lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her to finish, went out. Mummy fetch us there(: I miss her! She left mg already. In ACJC. Maybe if I go acjc I can see her again! But, the problem is, I dont want to go acjc. Haha, I want to go rjc. I've said that since like, P3. I've been repeating it over to my family. I'm sure they're sick of it. Well, what made me really happy today was not really Caroline or her music or going out with her. Hahah, more of it from Sophie and Seth (Lee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sophie. Woah, I'm so grateful for her. I finally learnt the stupid hard rockwell dance that Michelle can do and I can't! Urgh. The Monday class stuff if so hard! I'm still not sure how many turns are there in the pencil turn. I wouldn't be able to do it. I think this step is the hardest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramproll shuffle ball heel step.&lt;br /&gt;cramproll shuffle ballchange.&lt;br /&gt;step click, step click, pencil turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, that's the hardest. I haven't mastered it yet. YET, mind you. And Seth, well, talking to him on msn now. His stupid corny jokes. So funny, though you dont literally laugh out loud. After reading his stupid jokes. That he "claimed" he made up himself, I felt really good. Hahah, I miss him a lot. Haven't talked to him properly in ages. Come back to visit us! But then he totally destroyed the environment when he said he needed to get serious. Sheesh. So he asked, " How's church and &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; there? How's Joanna? " I totally didn't need that. Everyone is drifting from me. Victoria had her A levels, she left. Caroline had her O levels, she left. And well, Seth had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have YOU been through that? I bet not. You wouldn't know how it feels like. Oh gosh. I'm tearing. I'm supposed to be happy cos I talked to him and learnt the dance properly! Urgh, the rubber casing is wet now. My dad is going to kill me. It ERODES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6948775820095505572?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6948775820095505572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6948775820095505572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6948775820095505572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6948775820095505572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/wahh-i-feel-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6812272535780602123</id><published>2009-05-15T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:35:21.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in pain, physically and metally. Blame the exams, injections and school. I feel so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all started when you said she's my best friend no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6812272535780602123?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6812272535780602123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6812272535780602123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6812272535780602123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6812272535780602123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-in-pain-physically-and-metally.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1538672513733966453</id><published>2009-05-13T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:41:29.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. I'm very pissed! I want to grumble, I want to scold, I want to scream, I want to yell. I want to grumble, scold, scream and yell at one person. I grumbled about her to my parents yesterday during devotions. It's very rare for them to join us, you see. Anyway, guess my parents response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Well, you have to understand that some people are like that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's very HARD to understand!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Don't start raising your voice. You have to try! If she's supposed to be holding a leadership position in your class, she's supposed to be a role model..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhuh. Try explaining to her?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Go and confront her and talk to her! NICELY.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: That's what Jesus would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to talk to her. It's very hard, I can't bring myself to do it. If I start talking to her, I'd probably start scolding her immediately. Help me, Lord. Urgh. I still have anger burning inside me. I don't want to hate her, seriously. But I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very funny to see boys reactions on these things. Nigel, Xavier and Shaun all have different reactions. Wahah. It's so funny. Thanks for cheering me up, guys. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1538672513733966453?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1538672513733966453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1538672513733966453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1538672513733966453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1538672513733966453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5015303412378642899</id><published>2009-05-04T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:24:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Panadol is a good medicine. ;D This stupid fever is causes me to forget at least something within the last 5 minutes. It fried up my brain with the HIGHEST EVER TEMPERATURE I COULD EVER HAVE IN MY LIFE. 40.4 degreeeees OMS lah. It was very freaking. Well, then my dad said he would bring me to see doc on Monday. And on Monday, didn't see doc cos doc was sick. Oh wells. I'm fine now already. :D  Temp is about 37.9.  It's decreasing, slowly. I took the vapourdrops thingy for the sore throat and running nose. It's very minty. D: I think I was tearing. Hahaha. It's too minty. Not fit for human consumption. Jolyn brought me my homework. I wished she didn't. Lol. I mean, not when I BARELY passed 3 of my tests. It's very depressing. RISSA'S AT THE HOSPITAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5015303412378642899?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5015303412378642899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5015303412378642899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5015303412378642899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5015303412378642899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/05/panadol-is-good-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6186624545528079916</id><published>2009-04-30T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:33:26.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE ALGEBRA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. I do love algebra. :D My sister taught me that day so I know it very well. :D I owe sam something. Whoops. Just now Iwen called me. So sorry. I always never pick up when you call. I'll call you back later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday went to watch Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet. Regretted it. I could have continued me and Iwen's habit of calling each other and talking for 40-50 minutes straight. D: I called her during the interval and grumbled how I haven't done my homework. The only good part was the ending but I was too tired and slept through the 2nd part. I WAS SITTING NEXT TO MS CHONG. THANK GOODNESS THE WHOLE PLACE WAS DARK! :D I woke up when Romeo and Juliet both died. Urgh. I was supposed to see the poison and stuff. The Juliet girl kept saying "DAMNATION!" So cute! I likeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today after school immediately went out. Had dental appointment, mummy fetch me there. Took out the rubber pieces and replaced with metal pieces. Immediately told Iwen because she smsed me and told me about Freddie Mercury. Still haven't done my 3 newspaper articles. BOO. After that went to buy sushi but then NO MORE SUSHI. So went to Jelita. Bought breakfast and cheese! My favourite cereal to sneak in class. HEEEEHEEEEE. I'm joking. :D I can't have any more demerit points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm worried for the swine flu pandemic outbreak. Damn scary can. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6186624545528079916?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6186624545528079916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6186624545528079916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6186624545528079916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6186624545528079916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-algebra.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3838336480078978569</id><published>2009-04-26T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:50:06.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAX GOT AN iPHONE! I'm so super pissed cos he got an iPhone. MAX GOT AN iPHONE !!!!! How lucky is he man? He was smsing me and blah and he was like, "I bought an iPhone and I'm using it to sms you now!!!" And I'm like, OMG. Then he started blabbing the features of the iPhone that made me so jealous. It's like the iTouch and I WANT the iTouch! Urghhhhh. MAX KO. LATER I'M SO GOING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3838336480078978569?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3838336480078978569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3838336480078978569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3838336480078978569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3838336480078978569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/max-got-iphone-im-so-super-pissed-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2513123568187073346</id><published>2009-04-25T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:27:56.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's so right. :D Tang Yu Zhe's new songs are so nice. :D His voice is like, oooohhhh. My heart melts. I listen and listen until I'm like, oh my oh my. OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with Iwen Jo and Sam! Too bad Pillow couldn't go. Nothing much lah. They bought cup corn and stuff. Went to the adidas factory oulet. HAH, RISSA! Nevermind, I've got wrapping paper for you. :D I'm very proud of you, Rissa. It's 10.20pm. And you're not asleep yet. :D I'll give the paper to you on Monday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iTunes is screwed. I only shows the lastest album I got from stef which is the tyz album but then, it says "all songs" but it's not possible I've got MUCH MORE songs than that. But it's okay. TYZ's songs are sufficient. OHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2513123568187073346?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2513123568187073346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2513123568187073346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2513123568187073346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2513123568187073346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7211552286034823990</id><published>2009-04-24T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:02:52.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday didn't go for tennis. D: I stayed in the toilet for, uhm, about half and hour. Haha. Felt weird. Then mummy thought it was weird. Brought me to see doctor. At the same time check my foot for the lumpy thingy. Sick right, I know. Not supposed to go to school today. Who cares about the MC lah. I felt fine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I saw sam run. Run so fast lah you. I forgot you were running until someone in your class said, "Oh, sam's running downstairs" And I was like, OH SHIT. I'm supposed to help sam! Nevermind. Sandrea was her recorder. Thank goodness. Sorry Sam. I made up for it! Bought her a drink(: Yay, I'm proud of sam and myself. :D Okay. I'm going to do my charactor logs. Who wants a copy? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7211552286034823990?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7211552286034823990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7211552286034823990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7211552286034823990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7211552286034823990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-didnt-go-for-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6120303542772673635</id><published>2009-04-22T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:59:19.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to see Rissa at Mount Alvernia Hospital today. I was quite upset that they didn't sell helium balloons. I was so looking forward to them! Oh my gosh. Rissa so skinny in the hospital gown. Jolyn saw the picture that your coach took when they went to see you. Very upsetting you know, Rissa. Anyway, you're going to recover soon. I'm sure. I look forward to tuesdays next time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth's mum fetched us home. Came home and uhh, slept abit? Then used the computer. Then I saw the video that Shien uploaded on facebook. The one with Sam and Rissa dancing. Wah. I felt so sad. Compare Rissa now and Rissa that time? D: Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6120303542772673635?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6120303542772673635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6120303542772673635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6120303542772673635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6120303542772673635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-to-see-rissa-at-mount-alvernia.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1312655472841590655</id><published>2009-04-21T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:49:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh. Rissa. I miss you so bad! It's only one day. We've stop messaging. I&lt;br /&gt;hope you're doing fine. I can't wait to see you on Monday. You get discharged on&lt;br /&gt;Friday? I wish I can be there to send you home. Dont be scared. If the stupid&lt;br /&gt;doctor does anything wrong, we shall go sue him. Jesus will protect you. Forever&lt;br /&gt;and ever. And we will always be there for you, Rissa. We, Sam, stef, Iwen,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn, me and etc. WE MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1312655472841590655?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1312655472841590655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1312655472841590655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1312655472841590655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1312655472841590655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6069914098394515646</id><published>2009-04-18T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:56:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy, you should stop growing older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Finished watching 格鬥天王. Oh my gosh it made me cry so much I'm telling you. It's very touching sometimes. Okay. Haha, I'm going to try to finish watching Romantic Princess today. Maybe not. Later going out for dinner with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6069914098394515646?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6069914098394515646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6069914098394515646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6069914098394515646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6069914098394515646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-mummy-mummy-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4143488736291732089</id><published>2009-04-16T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:44:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished watching Hana Kimi. Going to watch Romantic Princess later. Apparently Jolyn says WuZun is very handsome there cos he's a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, laoshi came in with this chinese newspaper. And the back of the newspaper was Tang Yu Zhe. He was really cute. Anyway, there was the guitar chords for one of his songs or something I can't read. Sheesh man, you want me to read chinese words? You must be dreaming. I barely passed my chinese test. Anyway, he's very cute. That's the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How was geography test, darlings. Was it okay? Were you guys confident? I hope&lt;br /&gt;you guys were, I hope you guys knew all the things that were tested. I prayed&lt;br /&gt;for you guys, I did. Did Rissa show you the paper? I really hope you either&lt;br /&gt;score full marks for get really high. I know, my score will be much lower than&lt;br /&gt;you guys but I won't get jealous (which is what I'd do usually ) I promise cos&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to have smart good friends like you and I love you(:&lt;br /&gt;Sam!;&lt;br /&gt;Rissa; Stef.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4143488736291732089?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4143488736291732089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4143488736291732089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4143488736291732089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4143488736291732089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-finished-watching-hana-kimi.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5821788328652038983</id><published>2009-04-15T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:41:46.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting? Lots of stupid things due this week it's very lousy. History on Friday, uhh, tests, notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFT was fine. It was satisfactory. Oh okay. I passed all(: Thanks to, uhh, lots of people's help. Thanks. :D I'm planning to get a B for 2.4km tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, went to Sam's class. She seemed fine. Though I thought she was angry last night? Hm, okay. Dont be upset! We love you(: Okay. I wrote her a nice thing. She read on the spot! Heee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5821788328652038983?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5821788328652038983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5821788328652038983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5821788328652038983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5821788328652038983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/havent-been-posting-lots-of-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3963727173868110231</id><published>2009-04-11T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:10:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay(: I'm very happy these few days. Maybe cos of the pretty white, chrome, black iPod classic my sister gave me. She actually gave me the ancient iPod but then I was like, " Eh, walao eh, cannot load anything on it one. Only have like, uhm, 56MB left. Can I delete the stuff? " So my sister said, " NO! Don't. " so I was so pissed with her cos she didn't really need the stuff and she has the iPod classic. I was pissed too because after saying "No! Dont" She just left me and went to her room. But then I became happy afterwards cos she came out with her iPod classic and said, "Nah. You can use this instead. Still have a lot of memory. About 60GB I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy I was about to scream and hug her. But then my brother was sleeping and she was walking away already so I turned around and gave her an air hug. Lol. :D I love you, Jie(: Cos you're my bestest friend and sibling. I love love love you. Plus I didn't really have to download a lot of stuff in cos the music and videos she has in there are really nice. Seriously. She's got the whole series of 格鬥天王 in it! It's so nice. I've been watching and watching and watching. Cos the 孫協志 guy CAN ACT . And the 王仁甫 guy. But they are quite old. 王仁甫 is 29. And 孫協志 is 31. Yuck. Nevermind. But anyway. Y ou should watch that show. It's so funny. And scary. Cos they fight and fight and fight. And the girl is very pretty. She plays Ye You Li. I dont know her real name. Nevermind. But she's pretty. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister used to have the hana kimi thing on her iPod too. I mean, MY iPod.(: But then deleted. D: I'm trying to borrow her wei xian pasta dvds from her cos I want to watch it again. And I'm not even done with watching 格鬥天王 and hana kimi. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3963727173868110231?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3963727173868110231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3963727173868110231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3963727173868110231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3963727173868110231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-im-very-happy-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6324488133538400113</id><published>2009-04-10T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:29:34.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun! After tennis. Saw softballers. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, fets &amp;amp; Cassmine: Hi _____!&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: I would appreciate it if you dont disturb our debrief!&lt;br /&gt;Me, fets, cassmine: Continue talking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: I would appreciate it if you don't disturb our debrief!!&lt;br /&gt;fets: I would apprieciate it if you wouldn't be so bossy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't expect fets to say that. I never seen her say that! Anyway, no one likes her very much. Apparently. Oh well. My whole body aches. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really happy today! Guess who called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! JOSEPH. AND ZOE CALLED! I'm so happy to talk to them again. I missed them so much. Overseas call, oh man, from America. I wanna cry now. I miss it so much! D: Nevermind, I talked to them for a while. My sister is still talking to them. They called, uhh, 36 minutes ago. Lol. Till now. Imagine the phone bill. They aren't going to stop so soon. I'll talk to them later. After I posted this. I wish we could go over in June/December. But then, my mother wants to go to Europe. D: What's there to do man. Europe. Urgh. I wish Max and Uncle David would call. Miss them too! Stephen too! Aw. I miss my cousins! D':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6324488133538400113?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6324488133538400113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6324488133538400113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6324488133538400113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6324488133538400113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-was-so-fun-after-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5644408258462103740</id><published>2009-04-07T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:01:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWmMgQCgic0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWmMgQCgic0&lt;/a&gt; (part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rREWv2sS4WY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rREWv2sS4WY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny. Go watch. They were shooting the 寂寞暴走 music video then they started crapping and crapping. They keep making fun of Wu Zun and Aaron! D: LOL. JIRO AND CALVIN SO CUTE ANYWAYS. :D HAHAHA. WUZUN'S SHIRT TOO TIGHT COS HIS MUSCLES ARE 20cm in diameters! Lol. Anyways, go watch. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5644408258462103740?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5644408258462103740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5644408258462103740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5644408258462103740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5644408258462103740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2886089505974033316</id><published>2009-04-06T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:06:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going for dance later. At 8. Then, I'll ask about the duet thingy. Then tomorrow, I'll ask Mr Koo about cca points. If we don't win, do we still get points? :D Hahahah. I'm wearing the dry-fit mg shirt to dance so I don't look so bad after dance. Cos usually after dance, I sweat like shit. Sweat and sweat. My sweat pores never close. Lol. Anyway, I can't wait. I hope Ms Fiona lets us choose what we want to wear for the group item. :D It'll be fun! :D Oh, I just realised, Stef, that when we do the group item, we'll only be doing with the advanced group. You know, Christie, Sophie, Claudine, Michelle, Sarah and Me.(: Just us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder why my heart doesn't beat so fast around you. Though it supposed to. So stupid. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2886089505974033316?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2886089505974033316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2886089505974033316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2886089505974033316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2886089505974033316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-for-dance-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7558495030062117224</id><published>2009-04-04T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:26:55.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been watching Hana Kimi all afternoon with my sister. :D On the big big tv screen. Yes, haha, my sister had the DVD and I didn't know. She told me she liked Tang Yu Zhe and Fahrenheit cos of this show. Obviously she's not so crazy over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tang Yu Zhe is so damn cute in hana kimi. He's like so slack. WuZun also. I like Wu Zun better now. OMG. And Jiro, he's so play-boy. LOL. He's a bit crazy in this show. Lol(: Ella is so repetitive! I HATE THE MEI TIAN GUY. He say he's guy but then he doesn't look guy. He can only act gay. Yangyang is so cute! Lol. Okay. I still like Tang Yu Zhe a lot in this show(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Aaron best. Still. Then Wu Zun then Jiro then Calvin. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hana kimi's theme song. By tank. LOL. 專屬天使&lt;3 Go listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwen is doing my art name thingy for me. She seems very enthu about it. :D She owes me a favour. So. Yeah. THANKS IWEN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight going to celebrate gonggong's birthday at long beach. With all my cousins and the WHOLE extended family. I wonder how many tables they booked. I can't wait to see my cousins! I miss them to much. I haven't seen them since chinese new year. I haven't decided what to wear. Damn. D: Okay. I'm going to decide now. BYEEE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7558495030062117224?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7558495030062117224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7558495030062117224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7558495030062117224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7558495030062117224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-hana-kimis-theme-song-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7999916612246427287</id><published>2009-04-04T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:22:19.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is unfair, I know. I don't like it that way. I'm very upset. D: I received bad news last Monday. After dance. It was really bad. I could have cried. Me &amp;amp; Sophie could have gone to BANGKOK to DANCE! TO DANCE AND REPRESENT MGS AND St THERESA'S IN BANGKOK! FOR DANCE! And I could have gotten extra points for CCA! My dad didn't allow. AND IT'S IN AUGUST. So, in place of this stupid, sucky news, I have to only go for the one held in Singapore. ONLY in SINGAPORE. It's not international.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was in Singapore. Now it's in Bangkok. Damn. D: I bet you, me and Sophie has such a good chance of winning in the 12-16 years category. I'm so angry! The Singapore one is good too. But it's not reknowned! It's quite small. We'll only be competing with 3-4 other duets. EW. No competition. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Last Monday, Nicole Gan came to my dance class. I didn't know her. Until I saw her mg socks and she looked really familier. So I was whispering to Michelle about it. She got really pissed with me cos I kept changing my mind. We did the pencil turn again!! It's so fun! Just that I keep falling on the floor after the 2 turn. LOL. It gets dizzy. :D I can't do the pencil turn. I admit. And Michelle can do it so well! D:&lt;  I'm so jealous. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7999916612246427287?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7999916612246427287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7999916612246427287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7999916612246427287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7999916612246427287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-unfair-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3506537071549254635</id><published>2009-03-31T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:33:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO HORRIBLY PISSED. SO BLOODY PISSED BECAUSE EVERYONE'S BEEN TALKING ABOUT GOING TO CAMPUS SUPERSTAR AND MEETING FAHRENHEIT BUT I DID NOT GO. DID YOU KNOW? I DID NOT GO. WHY? BECAUSE I WAS SO DAMN STUPID. AND I MISSED THE NICEST MOST UP FRONT OPPORTUNITY TO GO AND SEE AARON. FTW. I DONT CARE ABOUT CALVIN OR JIRO OR WUZUN NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES THEY WAVED OR SMILED. THE FACT THAT AARON EVEN WAVED! THAT MAKES ME SO JEALOUS. SO BLOODY JEALOUS COS I WAS THERE, IN THAT STUPID DANCE STUDIO, PRACTICING FOR A COMPETITION THAT I CAN'T EVEN GO TO WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS THERE AT MEDIACORP, LOOKING AT AARON COS HE'S SO HOT. AARON.. OMG. I'M SO PISSED I'M SO PISSED I'M SO PISSED. DAMN. WHY WAS I SO BLOODY STUPID? FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm serious about ftw because I'm so angry, so jealous and so regretful. Cassmine, you are so wasteful. You went and left without even LOOKING properly at Aaron! You ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3506537071549254635?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3506537071549254635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3506537071549254635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3506537071549254635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3506537071549254635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-horribly-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2529158988735803732</id><published>2009-03-28T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:20:08.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Rissa’s whoosh definitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Single word exclamation, accompanied by a gesture where the hand is swept&lt;br /&gt;palm down over the head from front to back with about three inches clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Indicates that the joke just told was too sophisticated for the listener&lt;br /&gt;and has gone "way over their head".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A loud, rushing noise, as of air or water: a great whoosh as the door&lt;br /&gt;opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The sound made when the engine is running is a distinctive "POP whoosh&lt;br /&gt;whoosh whoosh whoosh POP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ An exercise to work your diaphragm and improve your lung capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO RISSA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2529158988735803732?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2529158988735803732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2529158988735803732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2529158988735803732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2529158988735803732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/rissas-whoosh-definitions.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-540552277708910754</id><published>2009-03-27T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:29:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy: You know who's the 2 most famous "mama"s in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhhh.. Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: No! Guess again!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH?! MAMA? (I call my grandma that)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: NO! I tell you. It's Obama and Osama.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Barack Obama and Osama bin Laden?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: I see your politcal infomation is improving!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhh. Thank you, daddy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I feel so awful. I feel so bad. I feel I've let you down. I feel I shouldn't have told you that. I feel that at that point you shouldn't have believed me. I lied. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-540552277708910754?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/540552277708910754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=540552277708910754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/540552277708910754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/540552277708910754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-you-know-whos-2-most-famous-mamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1426417866183355453</id><published>2009-03-26T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:35:27.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, still. You just didn't realised. You thought I was angry. I wasn't. I made sure I added exclaimation marks. But. You didn't realise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1426417866183355453?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1426417866183355453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1426417866183355453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1426417866183355453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1426417866183355453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4311836713774423293</id><published>2009-03-25T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:58:39.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;請在我後悔之前離開我 - 飛輪海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! I took, let's see, uhm, 5 minutes to type that out! xD! Fets, I want that song too. (: I had to keep looking at fet's blog cos I didn't know which word it was. I used the weird, hard chinese. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today during recess me and Shi(t)En were discussing Julia. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Shi(t)En: Remember Julia? She was like, welcome to chew, by Julia Chew, I'm Julia Chew, Starring Julia Chew.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YEAH! Emphasize on every "chew". Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to go for campus superstar don't we? Cos Fahrenheit's coming! I'd never thought I'd say this in my whole life. I did anyway! FAHRENHEIT'S COMING! Hah! But, I have dance that time. I'll have to ask mum if I can not go. I'm planning to stop one class. Mum says I'm going for too many! D: Anyway, it's quite hard for me. I don't know how Michelle handled.. Anyway, I hope I can go see Fahrenheit. HAH! BOO YOU SHIEN. I'M BECOMING CHINESE-SY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited//-]&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something else. During recess, me and Shien were discussing what we'd do during the June holidays. And we decided we might have another kind of that thing we did for Jo's and my birthday. :D It'll be so awesome. AGAIN. :D Relive those times. I miss it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to swim and stuff at some island country club or my house. Wash up everything. Go to I-wen's house to sleep over! :D Haha! Since she has such a super large big gigantic house for us to LIVE in. (Note: Live, not stayover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CamelliaShienSamanthaJolynI-WenRissaStephaniePillow&lt;br /&gt;{Did we really invite that many people to our party, Jo?} It looked so little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4311836713774423293?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4311836713774423293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4311836713774423293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4311836713774423293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4311836713774423293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/whee-i-took-lets-see-uhm-5-minutes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-27885157941276401</id><published>2009-03-24T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:28:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coughyellowcoughthingscough; ahemgreencoughaliens; sneezebloodycoughredburpguyscough; ahemawesomestcoughbluesniffhousesneezeever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Gmail smileys are so cute! And awesome.  I ate fish and chips for lunch! Yummy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your blog songs fets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-27885157941276401?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/27885157941276401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=27885157941276401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/27885157941276401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/27885157941276401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/coughyellowcoughthingscough.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8011810450679164892</id><published>2009-03-21T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:01:43.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PILLS! I ♥ YOU! We love Fahrenheit too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did fets realise the heading for my blog is Fahrenheit? Don't think so. I bet her eyes just went up my site to see if my heading really is Fahrenheit. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my maid helped me with my home econs. It's quite okay now. Just that it's hard to cut the felt. It made it all crooked. But it's not so bad.. It's boring on msn. Boring people online. Exciting people away. D: Bleah. I'm posting for the sake of posting. I just realised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8011810450679164892?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8011810450679164892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8011810450679164892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8011810450679164892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8011810450679164892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-fets-realise-heading-for-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-862938888210470681</id><published>2009-03-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:07:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today. Was horrible. Exception to fets! ♥ Hah. I bet you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall elarobate. I had CIP today. I met this totally awesome guy that changed my life. HAHAHAHA. I'm not LYING. I'll remember him for life. Don't get the wrong idea, HE'S SEVEN. Yeah. Now you know. Ashley! I want the pictures! NOW! D: He's so awesomely cute! More than Elaine lah. I'm telling you. His name is Charmain. LOL! Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, fetched Chewy and Nic to Chewy's house. Lol. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Zacky, chew your biscuit properly ah.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: -Looks up- Eh, Chew? Heh. That's my surname! CHEWYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Your shoe has Chewy on it.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Yeah! I know. Chew. Chewy! I'm so proud! My friends at Kellock used to call me CHEWLIA.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mummy fetched me to fets house after that. I stood outside her house. Smsed her. LOL! Yes, I'm retarded. I know. Sheesh. She comes out and she says ONE WORD. "OI!" Walao eh. You address me like that. Used the computer for a while. Went out to " play ". Not so childish lah okay. I'M NOT A SOTONG STEPHANIE CHEE. YOU ARE THE ONE! NOT MY FAULT I DON'T KNOW YOUR HOUSE OKAY. I'VE ONLY BEEN THERE.. .. .. LESS THAN 10 TIMES! THAT'S VERY LITTLE OKAY. Well, I realised that I could have gone to mama's house to eat prawns. I tried to sms my sister. But, prawns wasn't in my phone's dictionary. Lol. Seriously. GO CHECK. Fets tried to prove me wrong. As usual, I'm right. Again. I'm so inflexible. Did you know? No. You didn't. I can't do a toe touch. Well, yeah, obviously. I can't do a pirouette. Damn that step lah! I can't do that leg kicking thingy that fets can go 20 degrees more than I can go. I go just above 100 degrees. In my opinion. LOL! I'm very ego. I know. I'm trying to stop. Just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, came home. MY MAID WENT TO THROW AWAY MY NEWSPAPER ARTICLES. WALAO EH. IT MADE ME SO ANGRY. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-862938888210470681?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/862938888210470681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=862938888210470681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/862938888210470681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/862938888210470681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4884013215621532382</id><published>2009-03-19T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:38:02.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/ScH2FuA81bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/miPjMrrKiJc/s1600-h/Change+of+mind..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314799613385692594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/ScH2FuA81bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/miPjMrrKiJc/s320/Change+of+mind..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WALAO EH.&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/4601548649214321594-4884013215621532382?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4884013215621532382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4884013215621532382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4884013215621532382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4884013215621532382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/walao-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/ScH2FuA81bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/miPjMrrKiJc/s72-c/Change+of+mind..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-87146459266240067</id><published>2009-03-19T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:43:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I talked to many people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine, fets, Stacey, Seth, Daryl. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Not for fun okay. To ask about some weird thing and Methodist Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to fets first. She ask me to ask some other person that has been to Methodist Walk before. So I asked ACS Barker. First. Seth. I asked him. He said he doesn't know. So I asked him if he can ask his brother. And he said his brother was at NCC camp. Fine. I said bye. Then he said bye. After that, he was like, "Oh, but I can help you ask when he comes back!" Lol. So random. But he damn cute lah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, asked Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey was like, " Oh. You walk, get buns and water. Then you go home(: " Haha. Okay. I told fets. Then Stacey and I talked about other random stuff. She asked what class I was in. I said 1M. And then. Talked about Iwen, Shien. Lol. I shan't say anything. After that she asked if Jolyn was in my class. I said no. And I said she's in the class with 2 silly fans only. And then Stacey was like, "Oh. Poor people. Poor sweaty people. " Hah. Yeah! Jolyn is a poor sweaty person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked to Daryl. EH! HE GOT GF OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;About some dinner thing. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Kristine with 2 science questions and got them correct! Yay! I'm so happy and proud of myself!!! Lol. The two questions were:&lt;br /&gt;-When two magnets ______ there is magnetic force.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Attract. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;-A _______ is a natural magnet.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: LODESTONE! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I guessed this one. I did research about this sometime ago. I never thought I'd remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, talked to fets again. And still talking. Helping her with chinese! Who would have thought, that I, Camellia. That got a B3 in chinese can help someone that got a A in HIGHER chinese. Omg. Lol. She very blur one. Everything forget. Everything never remember. Everything never see. SOTONG LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-87146459266240067?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/87146459266240067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=87146459266240067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/87146459266240067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/87146459266240067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-i-talked-to-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7746734905524423435</id><published>2009-03-18T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:09:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister wants to go to Ivy Leaf University to study medicine after her A levels. i was quite shocked. Lol. Ivy Leaf is quite good though. Almost next to Oxford or Cambridge. MEDICINE. She stole my previous ambition. I don't care. :D I want to be a lawyer and side I-Wen when her patient sues her(: She wants to be a plastic surgeon you see. HAHA(: We spent our recess discussing our ambitions last time. Remember? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting really boring. Although yesterday was fun. Wasted money, &lt;s&gt;wasted time&lt;/s&gt;, wasted petrol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to be a good girl and do my tuition homework and school homework. After I eat my lunch. But I'll still be on the computer! :D Hahah. Sort of studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7746734905524423435?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7746734905524423435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7746734905524423435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7746734905524423435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7746734905524423435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sister-wants-to-go-to-ivy-leaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-971967463122090149</id><published>2009-03-17T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:13:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For people who think they have very little homework, look at 1M's homework pile. It goes all the way to heaven lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Zhou Ji on Re Xin De Shi Ji Shu Shu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-Find meaning on all the underlined words&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And answer the 5 "W"s and 1 "H".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Chinese Textbook Chapter 5 ( Test after March Hols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mathematics Worksheet 5 page 4.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Holiday revision worksheet 2&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics basic number computation.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Chapter 2 : Real Numbers. (Supplementary Worksheet)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 : Measurement &amp;amp; Unit Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mgs Worksheet. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workbook Volume A - Page 15-23 &amp;amp; Page 25-32.&lt;br /&gt;Fill out worksheet online at LMS portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Worksheet 24.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - Bird Flu Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Magazine Article&lt;br /&gt;3 Newspaper Article Reviews&lt;br /&gt;1 Book Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Saffy's Angel AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Do blog project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA File due 25 March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Do the 5 content pages. Print it out. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Fets, you have A LOT of homework huh? Doesn't mine look like a ant house to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've done so much homework right? It's very tiring!! I must learn not to give up. Like fets. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-971967463122090149?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/971967463122090149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=971967463122090149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/971967463122090149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/971967463122090149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-people-who-think-they-have-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1137433312355551133</id><published>2009-03-17T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:50:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIhshI34RSc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIhshI34RSc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, you HAVE to watch this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1137433312355551133?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1137433312355551133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1137433312355551133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1137433312355551133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1137433312355551133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6682430662887952068</id><published>2009-03-17T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:44:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BOUGHT NEW TAP SHOES! You know, fets? MY SHOES! I wonder how long I'll use it till I feel like switching shoes. It's not good to switch! Then, I'll have to break in to the shoes all over again. I can't wait to dance it them. They are going to be so flexible! And, I bought that thingy to prevent blisters and other weird stuff for my shoes! :D I'm really happy. When out shoppnig bought new clothes. I ate cookie summit from swensons and it's contained lots of calories. Lol, I dont usually care. But, fets! We need the gym. Lol. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6682430662887952068?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6682430662887952068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6682430662887952068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6682430662887952068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6682430662887952068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-bought-new-tap-shoes-you-know-fets-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6173870882101557611</id><published>2009-03-16T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:03:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are real draggy. I've been listening to music 24/7 the past two days. ON MY PHONE. I charged it three times. And it completely died. I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; the guitar part for Skyway Avenue. I love it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe how much time management I have for this holiday? I've done half a diary page of homework in 2 days.(: I just keep staring into space and listen to music. Hah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. My mum's been talking to Ms Fiona. Trying to fit in training practice time for the competition or something. I don't know. She's trying to get me more cca points. SHE CLAIMS. I've got dance exam later. Grade 6. I hope I pass. I'm so envious of fets. She's, uhm, grade 7 or 8 right? The stuff they do at that grade is so awesome lah. I hope I pass then go up faster! :D Yesterday had to do the exam format thingy for Ms Fiona one by one. Scary okay. I had a lot of mistakes I think. But after that she said, "Well done. Your footwork has improved tremendously." YAY! Then I was really happy. I haven't practiced. My mum wanted me to practice. I took this dance thing for leisure. It's becoming competitive. I don't like it, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cos I would die for you, on Skyway Avenue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6173870882101557611?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6173870882101557611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6173870882101557611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6173870882101557611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6173870882101557611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays-are-real-draggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4490468749469814997</id><published>2009-03-15T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:58:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have watched it already. But, go watch it anyway. It's so damn funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyway Avenueeee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I should go for the mediacorp thing. I dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S8wBNoiv90"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S8wBNoiv90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch this other one. He's so aweeeesome(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really weird, in my opinion. I'm not right today. I'm leaving spaces between every sentence. Almost every sentence. I want to go watch Marley and Me. Since Jo said it was really touchyyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In facebook, my LAH note is becoming really funny. Lol, credits to shien and nigel. They fight! And they dont know each other. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4490468749469814997?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4490468749469814997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4490468749469814997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4490468749469814997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4490468749469814997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3095842150209329343</id><published>2009-03-14T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:55:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got 2 1/2 diary pages of homework. It is not very hard actually. I'm actually looking forward to do them. Especially math. But, eck. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this stupid digusting overall for history. Wtf. I FAILED history. Wow. Thank God for my first class test. Which I didn't ace. But. Yeah you get the idea. 10/15 = 50% + 13/30 =50%.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. What kind of conversion is that? So altogether, 55%. I know, I'm doing SO well in school.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about History anyway? The stupid shit subject. I dont see how history can help us. Shang Dynasty. That's the only thing  can remember. Stupid. Highest in class was like, 82%? Bloody assss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my physics? That is going to go downhill from now onwards. Tsk. 68.1%. I'm so smart. I know. B3. Wth. Math, 88.999999999% and Physics 68.1%. Wth. I deducted so many marks from physics cos of the stupid formula. I didn't write. If I did, I would have gotten 32/35. Wth. I'm so bloody pissed. That would have improved my marks so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to persuade my parents to get me tap sneakers. It's so awesome. But, yeah. Trying to get them to buy them for meeee! :D I need tap sneakers and proper tap shoes for examination purposes. Have you seen my proper tap shoes? My current ones? They are worn out. Hah. I've got to get another pair. Another $100 spent on my shoes. Maybe a bit less. My current shoes are worn at the toes, the metal plates and leather strap. My current shoes have gone places. They've gone to the Raffles Hotel stage. Overseas. South East Asia Tap competition stage. And other weird places. Gone over 20 studios. That's how worn they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet was so funny. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Tay: My friend got 272 last year for PSLE in my class.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet: You serious? Your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Tay: Yeah. So mad right?&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet: Omg. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bet her socks are up to her panties lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LAUGHLAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet: So nerd!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's she, Rachel?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: -----&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet: OMG! I KNOW HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LOL- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like CIP for the fact i can use it as an excuse to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;1. Open up Microsoft word.&lt;br /&gt;2. Type out some weird stuff I actually need for CIP.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do whatever I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;4. When mummy comes, switch windows.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretend to be doing CIP.&lt;br /&gt;6. Print/Close microsoft word when I want to log off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of lying. Secrets passed from the master. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the gayest boy on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC CHENG.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know him. I do not. He is not related to me. Nono. I dont know. Gay guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3095842150209329343?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3095842150209329343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3095842150209329343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3095842150209329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3095842150209329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-2-12-diary-pages-of-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7054899856112547727</id><published>2009-03-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:00:21.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you know? No you didn't. Because you don't care. You never care. Not about my feelings not about my friends. Have you thought about the things I did for you? The ten thousand things? Have YOU done anything for me? None that I remember of. On your birthday, I tried to give you the best birthday you can ever have. On my birthday. What did you do. Send me an sms. It's the thought that counts. I know. I appreciated it. I replied. You didn't even bother. When will you bother? Bother to care about how I feel? I doubt you. I doubt you so much I can't explain. You didn't think I'd be able to let go of you. I'm letting go right this very moment. You think I can't survive without you. I'm am now. Sure. We've known for long. Not long enough for you to know my views on certain things. It's not about time. It's concern. Did you know? No. Becuase you never did care. I'm so upset. I'm so upset you did that to me. You lied to me. Then you told the untruth to so many other different people. I'm letting go. All the times we went out together. I remembered. You never was the one to initiate anything. I enjoyed those times. Cos you were fun. But not now. Now you know. Whatever you do. Will not change my mind. You caused this. You will never mend it now. Our happily every after does not exist. Not for me. You can dream, but you won't get it. Cos I'm so&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ucking&lt;/span&gt;  angry. Did you know? No. Cos you never care about how I felt. You know what I feel like doing? I hate you so much. I feel like slitting your throat. Gorging out your eyeballs. I feel like ripping out your heart and feeding it to the pigs. Yes. That's what I feel like doing. You did me wrong. You caused me so much hurt and agony. You. You did it. Don't you DARE try to push the blame to someone else. Right now, in this point of time, Saying sorry. Will not help. I hope you'll change. But I wont forgive you. I might consider. But not so soon. I loved you. But I hate you now. I hate you so much. Trust me. You are just after satan. I hate the fact you lie. The fact you change your mind ever so quickly. Sometimes I wonder if you are a christian. You claim you are. Cross my heart promise to God. I will not change because of you. For as long as I live. Did you care? No. Did you talk? No. Did you tell me secrets? No. Did you very care? No. Did you try to even care? No. Were you so proud that you kept getting way higher than me? Yes. So proud you didn't care how I felt. Let me tell you. I'm telling you how I feel right now. I'm so happy for you that you were blessed with such brains. But you go ahead and brag. Brag about anything you can do well. I felt so small everytime you brag. Did you know? I bet you didn't. You make me felt so stupid. Everytime. You make my ego shrink so much I hated it. But I let it go. Cos I loved you. Note the past tense. I hate you now. I loathe you now. I detest you. I dislike you so much. Nothing in existence can replace my hatred for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7054899856112547727?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7054899856112547727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7054899856112547727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7054899856112547727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7054899856112547727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-know-no-you-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6417271109545503241</id><published>2009-03-11T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:01:37.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seth Lee migrated to America. Remeber that guy I told you about, fets? YEAH. He migrated. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I found the other seth in kindergarten in facebook. Omg. He, uhm, knows Elizabeth Tan. LOL. Seth Cheong. Omgosh. I can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6417271109545503241?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6417271109545503241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6417271109545503241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6417271109545503241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6417271109545503241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/seth-lee-migrated-to-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-586606765004944753</id><published>2009-03-10T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:40:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STEPHANIE SIM HUI MIN DOES NOT BELIEVE I WOULD NOT HUG&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NIGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. STEPHANIE SIM, YOU TAKE THAT BACK. SILLY WOMAN. DAMN HER. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MGX&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;COUNTRY'oNINE&lt;/span&gt;.  I cant wait. I don't know how I'm going to run, though. I have a slight sprain in my ankle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BOOHOOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;. I was so sleepy last night. And I didn't want to go for dance. But my mum forced me too. I'm so sick of turns. I hate it. D:&lt; class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DAMNDAMN&lt;/span&gt;. Then we had hard combinations. And I wasn't concentrating so I didn't know how to do them. And then we had to do them 1 by 1. D:&lt; class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully my ankle will heal. I NEED AND I WANT MY HONOURS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PLUSSSS&lt;/span&gt;! We have 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amalgamations&lt;/span&gt;. Then I read through last years report and she wrote this : A good style shown - keep eye line up - beats mostly sounded - good timing sustained - Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. No wonder I didn't get honours plus. Just cos of dance 2. AWW. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for x-country! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-586606765004944753?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/586606765004944753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=586606765004944753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/586606765004944753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/586606765004944753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/stephanie-sim-hui-min-does-not-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3604495498016248866</id><published>2009-03-07T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:05:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning..&lt;br /&gt;Hence, there are an extremely surprising number of people online on msn. 21. Whattheheck! Why are there so little? The people online not fun to talk to one. D: It's very boring. I've got no piano lesson today. xD Teachers on HOLIDAYYYY! Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my sister's "not nice" Zara dress that cost a LOT of money. I wonder what she'll do if I do something to it. I hope she doesn't make me pay her back. Cos, I DO NOT HAVE $90 over dollars in my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate secondary school. Let's name:&lt;br /&gt;-School work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't understand some.&lt;br /&gt;-The teachers are mean&lt;br /&gt;-My results are full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have enough time to study for all the subjects&lt;br /&gt;-My friends are far away in neverland.&lt;br /&gt;-I love them. But I can't be together with them.&lt;br /&gt;-Why?&lt;br /&gt;-Because of the cruel seperation.&lt;br /&gt;-Why?&lt;br /&gt;-Because of PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are getting from bad to worse. I'm only concentrating on math, LA and physics. Therefore my results for these 3 stand out from the rest. Still, these are not so good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN MARKS DEDUCTED FROM PHYSICS! What kind of shit is that?&lt;br /&gt;THREE MARKS FROM MATH? Yet, I thought I could have gotten full marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I've to plan CIP. Damn the universe. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.506 - Iwen, Jolyn.&lt;br /&gt;5.207 - Einahpets, Amy, Ashley, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;6.108 - Alexx, ashley, Charmaine, Shien, Jolyn. (Sam, Rissa, Amy)&lt;br /&gt;1M09 - Iwen, Ashley, Shien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that. See where did my best friends go to? Where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, help me. Listen. Listen to my pleas. Help me. I need them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss the old times. I really do. Come back, Alexx. Come back. I miss going recess with you guys. The laughter. I miss it. I really do. I hate the current arragements of recesses. I loathe it. I absolutely dislike it. We only can go recess together on Friday. And sometimes there are not enough tables so we sit apart. People start drifting. We all are. Alexx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I keep waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you never come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and that's all I really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3604495498016248866?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3604495498016248866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3604495498016248866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3604495498016248866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3604495498016248866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4777084088868026935</id><published>2009-03-06T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:17:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is getting boring. Things used to be so different. I miss Alexx♥.  Took super a lot of pictures recently and I'm not going to put it up on facebook or anything. Even here. Yesterday had P.E. And I was SO proud of myself. HAHAHAHA. I ran 1.3km in 7.45minutes {!!!} It's not supposed to be fast okay? I just had to run before 8 minutes&lt;span&gt;!! I'm so proud of myself. It's almost the same as Iwen's too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have been getting back my common tests. Some are perfecttto(: Some are like bleah. So yeah. Can't wait for bio. Whee. It's getting so fun! I'm starting to like Physics and Biology :D I just remembered something that happened yesterday. Rachel was so cute. She's so gullible yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rachel: Are you guys going for tennis today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassmine: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: I will if it's not going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;Me: IT'S NOT GOING TO RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: How do you know? You can read the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't. But my dad's the weather forecaster..&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Cassmine or stef : Starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Oh wait! There's no weather forecaster in Singapore right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Omgosh, why am I so gullible? I actually believed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lol. She's so cute! As fets says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for LA, we have to do this blog thing. It's going to be so cool! Except that I don't like the idea of a log. Damn. Shittttttttt. It's so idiotic. I don't want to do some many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I shouldn't have joined the CIP committee and be made head. It's&lt;br /&gt;so difficult. Especially when no else co-operates. It's very annoying you&lt;br /&gt;know. Now I have to do so many things. Thank goodness I've got Shien to&lt;br /&gt;help me print out the name stuff. She's the only one that's so enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;lah. Iwen isn't cooperative sometimes. But sometimes she's really good. The&lt;br /&gt;rest is like, so stupid lah okay. The just sit there and talk and have no&lt;br /&gt;respect for me. Whatthehell. You don't want CIP hours then don't listen and&lt;br /&gt;don't do lah! Just go tell Ms Chong then you don't have to do already okay. It's&lt;br /&gt;not like I'm forcing you. I dont mind if the people who are not going do not&lt;br /&gt;listen to me. They dont have any reason to give a damn about what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Nichole, Darolyn, Julia. They don't have to listen. They are not going. But yet&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they also give suggestions. Whereas all you people just sit there and&lt;br /&gt;slack. I'm fine if you don't listen. Really, I am. But don't come to me&lt;br /&gt;afterwards and ask me what we're doing. I don't understand why your whole&lt;br /&gt;gang can sit there and do nothing but talk. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4777084088868026935?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4777084088868026935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4777084088868026935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4777084088868026935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4777084088868026935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-is-getting-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8536167606857247970</id><published>2009-03-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:08:36.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, it was a very happy day for me. Hence I shall start with the proudness of me for Shien. I'm so freakin' happy for you Shien! I'm so proud of you. Really. You work so hard and you got what you wanted. I'm still sad I got lower than you for chinese but I didn't study anyway. I'm really so proud of you. Now I expect you give credits to fets for teaching you your compo. LOL. Not relevent. But, I'm so happy! You got 29! That's like 5th in class, dude! I love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I didn't believe she could get so high. I mean, she's still mastering the art of singlish. Oh man, I wonder when she'll give up. I got A1 for math. I guess that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tennis today, I paired up with Rachel for doubles and fets with ssac. LOL. Yes, and while fets and ssac were on the other side of the court, playing with some other weird dude, me and Rachel talked about fets! Interesting. And, you will not ask Rachel what weird things I told her about, fets! NEVER! Hah. The first part of tennis, I paired with ssac and fets with coach!!! LOL. So weird. And then fets hit this ball out once. Out as in not in the coach's range. And he thought I was going to hit it back to him cos my I was holding my racket up. But then I saw too late, and I hit the air. Oh wells. And then coach was like, " WALAO EH. " So I turned and started laughing. Omg. LOL. fets blushed the whole okay. What an honour, fets!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel like laughing so hard now. I can dieee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8536167606857247970?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8536167606857247970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8536167606857247970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8536167606857247970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8536167606857247970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-it-was-very-happy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4321078503366860435</id><published>2009-03-04T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:34:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I curl my toes, and the friction from my sock rubs against the bottom of my shoe and makes this farting noise. Gee, Iwen kept asking me if I farting and I had to repeatedly show her my annoying shoe sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in ages. Oh man. I'm sorry. I'm looking forward to 13 march a lot. Do not ask why. I will not tell you. Went with fets to mcdonalds today. To see her cousin and get her birthday present. I bet she made him buy it for her lah. He walked right past her without noticing her! Then I started laughing real laughing real loudly. Omgosh, so blur. Haha. Then, I rushed home, I thought I was late for piano lesson. Grr, my piano lesson is postponed according to my maid. Aiyoh, rush home for nothing. Stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of singlish, shien is trying very hard (but not succeeding) to speak perfect singlish. Short post, I'm lazy.. Later I have tuition. damn the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4321078503366860435?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4321078503366860435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4321078503366860435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4321078503366860435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4321078503366860435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-curl-my-toes-and-friction-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1467790075348053060</id><published>2009-02-20T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:47:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to give the cheque to stephanie's laoshi.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. I guess, except for the morning. Cassmine wrote me a note it was about the story se made up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm censoring the names.. Although the names are all that matters :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your future in your palms and it has been very clear display of your future. In the future, you'll marry a guy called M----- --, have 6 kids with him and will be living happily in peace at a lovely house by the seaside... However, due to your flirtatious ways, he always quarrels with you and in the end, saldy but most truly, you two had to divorce. He dumped the kids to you and went to  a lady, Stephanie. ( I will NOT censor that! ) You will then also realize that he had been having an affair with her!!! Gasp * !!! They soon married and had 36 kids!! How wonderful is that? HAH! But after some time, Stephanie realized it was highly dangerous to produce anymore babies with him as he may have a disease! Oh no! She immediately divorced him and became depressed... She was a lucky thing! As... he died a month later... At his funeral, his two ex-wives attended it... but later they had a catfight and then died together at the same day, time, second, millisecond... YES! The three lovers were able to live happily together in heaven! - hey! Or is it in... hell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Now, I'm sitting here, admiring Cassmine's beautiful handwriting. Let's go get graph paper from Mic . :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1467790075348053060?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1467790075348053060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1467790075348053060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1467790075348053060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1467790075348053060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-to-give-cheque-to-stephanies.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7572900335831430170</id><published>2009-02-19T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:23:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I've said over and over again, Rissa is the most hilarious person I LOVE. She's so funny. She smsed me and said, "Oh man, do you know how good I look in red fbts?! It's so cool I just can't tear my gaze from it. " I replied her. Duh. I vowed. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was THE best day of my life. Let's see. Went over to my house and gym-ed for a while till I went up to leave my bag at home. I saw this whole batch of muffins on the table. Took one. :D Thought of the rest, took 2 more. It's all I can carry. So poor Rissa didn't have. She shared with Cassmine. Both of them became unhappy. Follow my maid up to get more. One more each. Stef got jealous. Stole some from Cassmine. I don't know why they like it so much. It's not like the best she's ever made.. Next time she makes the truffle cake and muffin. You guys should try. It's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ACS Independent boys. Cassmine likes the 2nd boyyyy. Oh my. Cassmine! I thought you had way better taste than that! Go marry Michael Phelps. He's the ONLY hot swimmer. Do not ever marry Manchester United Players. Meagan will KILL you. They are so hottt. Anyway. Anyway, before they left and as we were about to go, boy number 1 (In school uniform) gave stephanie cheeeeeee a note that said "blah blah... call me at --------. " LOL, stef. You knew he had a thing for you since you're so pretttttyyyy. :D And, I know, he wasn't there. Don't remind me. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this clear with stef and cassmine. I'm getting angryyyy. D:&lt; Do not, I repeat, DO NOT EVER mention Daryl and ---- ever in school. Or anywhere else. It's so embarrassing. Really. Don't. Edison also. Ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, boys do NOT make the world go round. We, girls, do. Double hmph to Edison. Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7572900335831430170?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7572900335831430170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7572900335831430170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7572900335831430170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7572900335831430170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-ive-said-over-and-over-again-rissa.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1036938910974509288</id><published>2009-02-18T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:52:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been talking to Daryl lately. That calls for celebration. I won't be talking to him anything soon. Let's hope. :D This week has been really fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went out with Rissa. :D She's SO funny. HAHAHA. Bought fbts. For us. And stef. :D HEEEEEE. And more stuff. And more and more. Went kfc to crap more and more and more. We wanted to ask Jo if she could come but she was at tuition. Jo's got boyfriends! Read more to find out who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Went for chinese tuition and stephanie sim was really extremely nice. AND CUTE. She wrote me a Valentines message for me in my notebook so prettily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Went out with Jo. She wanted to buy fbts too. So went with her. After that, went to popular, bought some stuff for stef.. Again. We bought her, ____________________________________ guess again! Stephanie darling. :D She bought me Valentines day fries! LOVE YOU. :D HAHAHA. Jo was telling me GY (boy) gave her a Valentines day present. He didn't even give any other girl.. So, yes, only Jo. I bet because Shao Tang came in that's why they kinda stopped talking. If Shao Tang didn't come in, I bet they'd have smooched. Tsk, Jo! Why didn't you take the chance? Nevermind, we'd probably see him today too. HAHAHAHAHA. Shao Tang likes Jo too. He tried to make conversation with her, I heard from Jo. :D -LAUGH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Went out with STEPHANIE CHEE. And she started pee-ing in her pants on her way out of school. Laughed at her. HAHAHAHA. Walked to macdonalds. Bought burgers. Walked to Beauty World. To buy felt cloth for me, Rissa and herself. Bought some beads and buttons. Too. Stef, I didn't think you paid 20cents for the buttons? HAHAHA. Bought a drink each. I'm broke already. I have to not buy anything except food for the whole week. I think it's manageable. I THINK. HEE. Tsk, I think I should revert back to daily allowance. I can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going for tuition. See same friends. It's fun. Talking to Rachel TAY. She's so weird. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Darren just called saying Daryl's angry with me cos I never answer his smses. HAHA. I'm so happy!! :D I hope we'll never talk again. Or just be NORMAL FRIENDS. :D YAY! HEEEEEHAAAAAAAHAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1036938910974509288?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1036938910974509288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1036938910974509288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1036938910974509288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1036938910974509288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-been-talking-to-daryl-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-609895190836457920</id><published>2009-02-14T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:14:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see where we stopped at. Sleeping. Ah, yes. I tried to sleep. I couldn't. Unfortunately. So, the others had to suffer with me asking them to wake up. Stef woke up, then Nic and then, the stupid Shien that wouldn't get her damn butt off the bed. Cheh. Got ready, and Shien's dad went to send us to LOVE WITH A CAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got to say what Stef said yeah? It so rocked. I ran 17 rounds. Nic ran 18. Stef and Shien ran 20. Haha, I know I'm the worse. My 2.4km is really going to suckkkk. D: Although I said that, 17 rounds is about 5.1km according to stefeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuff. Went home with stef and nic. I still have my box that I kept my apple crumble in at Shien's house. Hope she brings it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, went out with Rissa to buy stef's birthday present. We stood there for about 45 minutes trying to decide which colour we wanted to buy for her. Stupid Jo had tuition in not she would have came lah. I bought 2 pairs of fbts with awesome colours. Rissa.. uhm, for her fbt colours, I'd have to think again to see if it's awesome. She bought, navy blue, PURPLE, red and.. I forgot. Bought stef ____________________________________ . Stef, try to figure that out yourself. I won't tell you the number of words that fit in there. Rissa bought those colours cos she wanted to be outstanding. So predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, use the computer since about 3pm. Let's see what I've accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;-Magazine Article&lt;br /&gt;-History Write-up&lt;br /&gt;-Math Online Quiz (FULL MARKS! NO CALCULATOR)&lt;br /&gt;What I have to finish but haven't done so:&lt;br /&gt;-Math worksheet&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese ZHOUJI&lt;br /&gt;-Oratorical Speech. D: REWRITE LEH! URGH. I feel like dropping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ate dinner. AWESOME again. It's uhm, steak. I bet my dinner beats stef's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-609895190836457920?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/609895190836457920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=609895190836457920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/609895190836457920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/609895190836457920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-see-where-we-stopped-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4715710964859928247</id><published>2009-02-14T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:09:02.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, heeeeeee. I'm posting, right now, in the middle of the night, whilst everyoone is sleeping in this extremely bright, supposedly "sleep room"" in Shien's house. HA! I just realised how cute people look when they are sleeping. Well, yes, after I kept staring at stef's back. Since she was facing me, I finally slept. Reading the camp verse over and over again. And then there was shien. She one that probably talked in her sleep. I think. And Nic. One of the best sleepers. The lies on her stomach and sleeps. Who sleeps like that.. HUH, NIC? Anyway, stef is absolutely adorable when she wakes up from her sleep. She smiles. Once she wakes up. Like sleeping beauty. HAHA. It's 1.03am now. I've got until 1.30am to write whatever we were doing just now and make this one of the longest posts I've ever written. That's 27 minutes. Do the math. Stef's birthday HAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef came over to my house. At about 6.28pm. LOL. So exact huh? Went to the gym. To eat! LOL. She, stef, ate at least half of the apple crumble for nic and shien. MEANIEEEE. Well, yes, I understand, it's always stef's nature. yes. After that, nic told me about shien, I probably shouldn't say it where when shien and read it and then slice my head off. D: Used abit of shien's shared laptop. Went to, uhm, Caltax, I think. Should be. Yes, That's right. :D Bought chips and chocolates. Brought them back, crab walked with stef. Clicking our heels at the same time. That was fun. Warm though. Came back. Went up, played truth or dare. No wrong, dare or dare. Cheh. On tuesday, I've to do my dare. D: Cos it involves this guy. That I don't see all the time, and I only see him once a week! LOL. Stef's dare was the funniest. I wonder if she let's me say it here. Well, if she wants too, she can post it herself. Nic's dare. Hmm.. She has yet to call Andrew. I think. Is that his name? Shien's dare, I forgot. HAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed in and out of facebook with each others accounts. So while stef was oh-so kindly helping shien with her chinese composition. Nic and I were talking to various people in shien's msn. So limited lah. HAAA. We started tricking people. Lol. It was fun. Especially for Iwen. Wheeeeeeee. It's going to be 1.30am soon. I better sleep and wake with the others. I shall continue this post later on in the day. GOOD MORNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4715710964859928247?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4715710964859928247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4715710964859928247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4715710964859928247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4715710964859928247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-heeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-965337813009039383</id><published>2009-02-12T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:03:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like, I think today. I accomplished lots of things too! :D HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I ran 8 rounds, round the track :D YAYE.&lt;br /&gt;-I just finished my 713 word speech! DOUBLE YAY.&lt;br /&gt;-LOVED PW TODAY COS OF KEREN &amp;amp; IWEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, woah, it looks so little. I can't wait for tomorrow. I hope I don't get chosen for the impromptu thingy. It's so hard! I anyhow copy and paste then edit my speech. Well, I didn't exactly copy and paste. Just that the info is the same. Only the format, vocabulary is changed. HAAAA. I don't even know why I'm doing this. I wonder is my future of literature really is bright. Maybe I'm making the wrong choice and going for something, I might suck it. Maybe I really should go for Math or Goegraphy. Hmm. I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-965337813009039383?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/965337813009039383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=965337813009039383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/965337813009039383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/965337813009039383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-i-think-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1776722380857485634</id><published>2009-02-11T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:30:01.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia is very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia got &lt;u&gt;full marks&lt;/u&gt; for her Geography test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia got Sam's nice note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia got 10/15 for my History test. (I know it's so lousy, but it's a lot better that failing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia thought the Comprehension test was easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia got Rachel's PRETTY PRETTY notebook. ( &amp;amp; still loves the one Shien gave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia got 28/30 for Chinese assignment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Camellia IS VERY, VERY HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I love today. It's under MY top 10 days of my life! WHOOOOOO. Okay, enough posting.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can continue to do this well for the rest of my common tests, class tests, EOYs, practicals, assignments and OTHER STUFF!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Camellia's really really truly feeling ecstatic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1776722380857485634?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1776722380857485634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1776722380857485634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1776722380857485634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1776722380857485634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-5713322692662011816</id><published>2009-02-10T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:21:35.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is one of the not so rare times I'm posting ~ again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talked to Rissa again last night. I've been talking a lot to her lately, thanks to stef. Someday I'll tell stef what we ALL talked about. Someday. Yes, Rissa is the most hilarious person to talk to. Omgosh. She is absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef isn't really supposed to see this. But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rissa, I'm going to buy stef fbts for her birthday since she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;Rissa: Okay, where are you going to buy it?&lt;br /&gt;-skip some parts-&lt;br /&gt;Rissa: Okay, so anyway, I might not be able to go with you but when you go can you help me buy purple, red, blue fbts ( I think she said those colours, I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Me: HMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;Rissa: OKAY AH?! Red...&lt;br /&gt;Me: -hangs up on her, intentionally-&lt;br /&gt;-Rissa calls back-&lt;br /&gt;Rissa: AYE! WHY YOU HANG UP ON ME?! -starts grumbling-&lt;br /&gt;Rissa: So anyway, I want red..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;-hangs up again-&lt;br /&gt;She didn't call back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in school today, she started tickling me. And made me promise to buy it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Cassmine totally screwed me up D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Cassmine! :D LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-5713322692662011816?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/5713322692662011816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=5713322692662011816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5713322692662011816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/5713322692662011816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-one-of-not-so-rare-times-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-765362098136058761</id><published>2009-02-07T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:35:41.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oof&lt;/span&gt;. I am tired. I am resting, I am writing my speech halfway. I hope I can make it to more than 500 words. I am already at 600 words but I will cancel and cancel until it's PERFECT. I hope to get 1M pride!! :D I think I'm nice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;URGHH&lt;/span&gt;, I want to finish it now. But I'm lazy. What I'm really really scared of is the impromptu speech. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt; and I were on the phone, listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt;: You know my class is one step back from everyone else in Bio?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, okay, what are you doing? (I meant, what are they doing in Bio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt;: Rolling on the chair. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt;: What? huh? What did you ask me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you doing in Bio now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt;: OH!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;, doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dichotomous&lt;/span&gt; key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-765362098136058761?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/765362098136058761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=765362098136058761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/765362098136058761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/765362098136058761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/oof.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3433219680597304468</id><published>2009-02-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:02:00.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm posting. The daryl guy must be a poser. Cos he didn't msn me. Besides, I only know ONE daryl. And it can't be HIM. Okay, lets get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi IWEN, MY SUNFLOWER, I LOVE YOU. I bet's she's irritated. HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm bored now. I shall go facebooook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;I just found out who's behind this daryl scheme. he told me on facebook. and I shall not reveal due to embarrassing situations. Lol. p/s this person's name is NOT daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s why does everyone like the name daryl so much anyway! Cheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3433219680597304468?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3433219680597304468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3433219680597304468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3433219680597304468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3433219680597304468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3053627137846540043</id><published>2009-02-05T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:57:47.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we had tennis. We ran 1 round before training. And then the coachES wanted us to run 2 round too. So since we ran one round before, we just ran another round. And there was this other girl who only ran one round. The coach then ask her to run another round so she procrastinated. ==' Yes, so anyway, this really nice girl, Rachel, right stef? Yes, rachel, started talking to us too. And so we talked to her back. Thank God the other person wasn't there, I think you should know stef, and cass. The ASS person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before tennis, ate lunch. I spilt milo on Rissa's chicken rice. HAHA. Then she put a cucumber in my milo. And then we did something else to her. I can't say it here incase she reads my blog. She has to find out herself. So we kept laughing at her. It was so funny. Lol.  So anyway, fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went to get my racket from my maid! And then went to the library. At the library, saw FABIAN.I'm not stef's friend on facebook. LOL! It was a joke. Lol. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , I'm going to facebook now and find Fabian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3053627137846540043?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3053627137846540043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3053627137846540043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3053627137846540043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3053627137846540043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-we-had-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7991905325450815317</id><published>2009-02-04T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:56:41.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished talking to stef about her thingy. I forgot. Lol. She's hilarious. Anyway, short post today cos I've to go for tuition soon to meet JOLYN(: I hope she's going to buy me something! Anyway, I shall save up and give stef her $15-20 dollars worth of smses. :D Thank goodness. My fringe was real naughty today cos it wouldn't stay behind my ears. It usually would. Anyway, I had history test today. I hope Cassmine and the other classes would hurry do the test so I can write all about it here. I need someone to dicuss answers with but some classes haven't done it yet. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to meet up with Rissa to make Stef's card. SOON. SOON. SOON. Rissa has amazing recipes. I need hers. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7991905325450815317?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7991905325450815317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7991905325450815317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7991905325450815317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7991905325450815317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-finished-talking-to-stef-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-3814062482282737881</id><published>2009-02-03T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:36:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I haven't posted in eons. I'm sorry! :D Anyway, today was the worst that even happened in my life. Believe it not, it IS the worst day. And I'm sure there are more to come, till then, this is it. Firstly, I'm positive I failed my (not figuratively) english oral. Not literally english oral, just it will be counted in the oral marks, Do you understand me? Lol. Secondly, I got &lt;u&gt;22/30&lt;/u&gt; for my chinese common test. What a great way to start my chinese tests. Sheesh. Thirdly, I got &lt;u&gt;TWO "B"s&lt;/u&gt; for my math assignments. There was one assignment that really made me heartbroken. D: First, I got a "A", written on my paper, after than, Mrs Loh, cancelled the "A" and replaced it with "B". Guess what it was because of? Yes, I forgot to write "x17". How nice right? I mean, at least give me a A- right? D: That really made me really sad. She was going to give me a "A"! Fourthly, I got &lt;u&gt;19/20&lt;/u&gt; for my math common test. THAT MADE ME MAD. It was a freaking careless mistake and I went ahead to made that stupid mistake. I'm typing this out with a lot of agony. D: JULIA GOT FULL MARKS. D: How sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words on top is for me to vent my anger. It's up to you if you want to read it. :D Today was bad. You should know why if you have read the above statements. Now that I've typed so much, the inspiration ran. D: Oh yes! I promised stef to pay for her $15 dollars worth of smses this month for her birthday present! How nice! By the way, $15 worth of smses is 300 smses. It looks so little now. D: I hope she uses it. If you don't exceed, you can keep the money. :D Wait. Aiyoh, I see how first, if I'm in a good mood, I MIGHT give you $20! HOHO! Yes, I'm so great! You can keep the changeeee! Yeah. :D Today, ONLY today, did I realised that Cassmine's locker was just above mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to do the "relinking" page on my old url. So people will know. Currently, only Sam knows! HUH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-3814062482282737881?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/3814062482282737881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=3814062482282737881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3814062482282737881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/3814062482282737881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-i-havent-posted-in-eons.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7133857810003127651</id><published>2009-01-27T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:13:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fb's really weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SX6zi0ICoUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H6xgBXUkPyk/s1600-h/blog..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295867622523576642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SX6zi0ICoUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H6xgBXUkPyk/s320/blog..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is so weird. Click the picture to enlarge. What's with "tomorrow"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7133857810003127651?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7133857810003127651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7133857810003127651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7133857810003127651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7133857810003127651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/fbs-really-weird.html' title='fb&apos;s really weird.'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SX6zi0ICoUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H6xgBXUkPyk/s72-c/blog..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-725072935150023776</id><published>2009-01-26T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:36:56.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The eve of chinese new year. Was spent at grandparents place. Ate steamboat. :D This morning, eat vegetarian breakfast. Probably a tradition by now. I AM A CHRISTIAN. (It looks weird. Did I spell it wrong?) Anyway, yes, after than changed, went to grandparents house to bai nian. :D Yes, I did, Camel wore a skirt. For chinese new year. Well, I'd rather wear a skirt than jeans. Jeans would be so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to other places. I got money. xD. I'M HAPPY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-725072935150023776?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/725072935150023776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=725072935150023776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/725072935150023776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/725072935150023776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/eve-of-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1763671176888392639</id><published>2009-01-24T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:49:54.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>YES! Posted 3 days in a row. Beautiful. Let's see, Chinese New Years round the corner. I can't wait to see : Grandma grandpa laogu gonggong ahma coufu coumu aunty constance uncle martin (daddy's twin!) uncle lai quek aunty susan aunty phyllis uncle spidey aunty jeanine daryl darren maddy clara debbie zhi xing! The rest are in America. Damn them. Less red packets and I still don't get to see them. I miss America so much. I don't know when I get to go back. Zacky just needs to learn to be obedient and stop fussing and being sticky then we can go back to America. I've got a small family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss : uncle david aunty julia baby max aunty adeline uncle sam steven aunty sheralene uncle wilfred zoe joey. D: Even smaller family. Hahaha. I cant wait to lou hay. &lt;3 And sharks fin! I kill sharks. Who cares. I hate them, I fear them, they're intimidating. They attack human beings cos they are idiotic blood thirsting fishes. Stupid sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously posting for the sake of posting. I'm sure I can bet stef's definition of "long post" let's try shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, lots of people are online. 60+ people are online. WOW. Yes, it's so amazing. No one's talking to me cos I just ignore them. They'll go "Hey" and I'll just ignore them. I know I'm mean. I'm sure they've got other people to talk to right? Sheesh. MRS LOH IS ONLINE. I dont want to talk to her. D: Lol, I dont even talk to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky's being a real pain in the neck right now. He's scared of a car. A remote control car. Yes. Let's change the subject. I wish my shoe size was 50. Then I'll have so gigantic feet that it'll be so terribly intimidating. But nice 37 is way off 50. Don't you think? Mummy's got her apple desktop in her room and she's not making use of it. She wants to use my sisters desktop. Hahah, having an old desktop that works perfectly fine and fast has it's advantages. Everything here is exactly the same as my sisters desktop. Just that's it's OLD. Yes, OLD. I don't care. As long as it doesn't lag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Rissa just busted my sms limit. Some other people too. I've got 500 free smses. And I've got 100 free smses more before it bursts. And I've until the 14 feb. That's about let's see 20+ days from now. How's that gonna work? I need some strategy plan. Sam has 1000 free smses! Talk about sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet written her note. I promised. I know. Sam, relax, you'll get it. She's been pressing me so hard. D:&lt; I promised 1 and 1/2 pages worth of words. How's that going to work out, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of trouble in my hands already, yet I'm still on the computer day in day out. Dad says if by this year my result are satisfactory and I can control my computer usage, I get a laptop. Hallelujah! I hope my results are good. Comtrol my computer usage is as easy as abc. I only get to use the computer very very little. Let's take a look at my schedule shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : School, Chinese tuition, dance. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School, tuition, homework, piano&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School, homework, a little bit of computer&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  School, homework, tennis&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School, tuition, homework.&lt;br /&gt;Satuday: Piano, a little computer.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church, dance, dinner with grandparents, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tuition is for at least 4 hours each time I go. Homework is about 2 or more hours. Then I self revise for the things I've learnt that day. My dance might be a few hours each time, except monday, I think. yes. Computer, TWICE A WEEK. There might be some exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hahaha. I'm really bored now. Hopefully this post will be really long. There re no pictures. I hope I dont bore you. Bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1763671176888392639?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1763671176888392639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1763671176888392639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1763671176888392639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1763671176888392639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4290470803336827620</id><published>2009-01-23T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:10:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Whoo! Yeah! I'm so awesome. I POSTED 2 DAYS IN A ROW. That's so great! xD Yes, I'm basically posting for the sake of posting. Okay, so chinese new year roud the corner and I get money. (: Julia's going to be so happy since she loves money. Hahaha. It's raining! Outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so, I want to try to cook a frozen pizza in a toaster. How cool is that?! Yes, okay, let's go do it. Wait here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success belongs to me. Anyway, Bern can sing so well! Odelia too. I love the I'm made of Steel song. Ode's so cute, my goodness. Okay, stop. Bye, Woah, so direct. Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4290470803336827620?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4290470803336827620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4290470803336827620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4290470803336827620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4290470803336827620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6720271389214173888</id><published>2009-01-22T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:36:47.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid boy.</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got myself to post. Something(: Hah! Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who asked me to delete/change/add your links, I have already done them. I might have forgotten a few. Just remind me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ting xie on wednesday. And I forgot how to write "qiang zhuang" the "qiang". My goodness. Only ONE word okay. Anyway, my mark would be 9.75/10. According to my chinese teacher. And our chinese teacher gave money( ang pao ) to those who answered correctly. My goodness, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tennis today, SO FUN/FUNNY(: hahah, yes. I want to go everyday. Stef ran 4km! How cool is that?! Anyway, she still had to run 2 rounds but we only ran one anyway. HAHAHAHAHAHA. So, yes, let's see. Omgosh, life is getting so boring. Everyday I come home from school, it's lunch, bathe, homework, tuition. No time for my computer! Only school holidays. D: Once in a very blue moon. Aww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at tuition, my teacher told me that there was this idiotic boy (which I hate) that told to teacher that he wont go unless I go. Stupid, oh yes, by the way, we hate each other. I think, I hate him(: HE SUCKS MAN. xD Jolyn was laughing her ass off when the teacher said that. So now, SHUT UP JO. Oh my, I dont care anymore, everyone out there reading, go ahead and laugh, though yes, I dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into photography. I'm going to drop, should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6720271389214173888?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6720271389214173888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6720271389214173888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6720271389214173888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6720271389214173888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-boy.html' title='Stupid boy.'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6668172699685968974</id><published>2009-01-16T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:30:04.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SXB-GOvE_mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zGycJu0hGB0/s1600-h/P1140659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291868207660203618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SXB-GOvE_mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zGycJu0hGB0/s200/P1140659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SXB-Fq5hbHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9MlZ0FJr4Lg/s1600-h/P1140616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291868198040333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SXB-Fq5hbHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9MlZ0FJr4Lg/s200/P1140616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and rip the pictures, stef. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word of thanks for my awesome friends. You know who you are(:&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 2nd picture. By the way, Rissa, Iwen, Chicken, Jolyn and Pillow, I submitted this picture for the tryouts yeah(: Look at pillow's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so, I'm thinking as using tap for my cca. You know, the "out side" cca, points are given too! And, it's considered as a cca. Stef, you might want to consider that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've got theory later and I haven't done homework, mum's going to kill me if I dont. I got to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6668172699685968974?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6668172699685968974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6668172699685968974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6668172699685968974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6668172699685968974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures(:'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SXB-GOvE_mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zGycJu0hGB0/s72-c/P1140659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-8337455190973620130</id><published>2009-01-13T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:53:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ccas.</title><content type='html'>Hi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, okay. I'm really so pissed. D: Okay. let's start from the beginning. :D Cca registration - Dance, Tennis and Photography. Just more to fall back on. Didn't go for the Tennis Trails cos thought if I wanted to be in club, I didn't have to do it. So I didn't go. But it wasn't the case. Anyhow, photography is on Friday. I want to bring the dslr but dad won't let me. He says its too expensive. Anyway, walked out of dance auditions with stef. Which brings me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays dance lessons were so tough. In other words, hard / difficult / tiring / long. First of all, we had to do time steps combination which were quite okay since we did that in like grade 6. So I had a faint memory of it. Now since the advanced silver class is grade 10, I think. Well, according to Ms Fiona, there's 16 grades. Omgosh. Yeah, anyway, continuing my story, since advanced silver class is grade 10, we were doing the pendulum wings. Oh my, sheesh, I haven't even done single wings. D: I had the bar, which was the best. After that, I finally got how to do the single wing on my right foot. In about 1 hour, that was quite an accomplishment. Shut up, stef. Michelle is so good at pendulum wings, oh my. Did turns. After that, learnt new dance(: Sophie can do double toe drops so many times! She can do toe drops + heels too! As in, at the same time. Yes, me and Sophie went a bit high during dance. Which brings me to the next point, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's drama auditions. If I don't get in, I probably would.(: I hope. If I don't get in, I'm going o settle another audition with debate and ask them to give me a topic as hard as possible and tell me if I can't do it. Nothing's impossible, yeah? If you tell me to write a speech 10 minutes long, I'm so capable(: I talk so much alright! xD Stef said that(: Hahah, I'm so ego and I'm sucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(:&lt;br /&gt;Was okay. Some weird group in class is trying to do the class tee. Whereas as THE head of cip events, I'm trying to work something out, something I easily have connections with. So far, I've been thinking of going back to Newton to help out, with the class, of course. And relive the memories with Iwen(: Sheryel was in Newton too! I didn't know that. After school, went to McDonalds with Stef and Nic(: Right after asking Mrs Thomsett if we could still go for tennis trials. Unfortunately, the clubs full. She can arrage for tennis school team trials but we didn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the convo: (between me and Mrs Thomsett. ) &lt;br /&gt;Mrs T. : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, Mrs Thomsett, this is Michaela's sister..&lt;br /&gt;Mrs T. : Oh hi! Hahahahahaha. Yes, whats the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I understand you are the teacher in charge for tennis school team but I want to know if I can still go for the club even if I didn't sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs T. : Yes yes. Can I come out to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The convo stopped then we continued outside the staffroom. - With stef also. She just kept quiet though, dumbass D: Rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8337455190973620130?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8337455190973620130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8337455190973620130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8337455190973620130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8337455190973620130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-ccas.html' title='stupid ccas.'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1153974191802789717</id><published>2009-01-10T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:37:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sam! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>HELLO. I haven't posted in ages! And, I really have the sudden urge to change my skin. It's getting so boring! Like sam said. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had camp the past few days nono, past 2 days. Omgosh, it was really so fun. And we kept meeting 1D all over the place and I kept seeing sam! &lt;3&gt;water games&lt;/u&gt;. It's so fun! Hee! Anyway, really, it's so fun! Haaaa! I wanna do it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next, &lt;u&gt;lights off&lt;/u&gt;. Nichole and Darolyn slept on Nichole's sleeping bag like with her since your sleeping was so big. Not to forget, soft. And then beside, Nichole was Meagen, Sheryel and me. And Sharmaine. Anyway, Lynette and Ying Xin couldn't sleep and so they started talking to some other people. So I couldn't sleep. Well, I did eventually. HA! Anyway, woke up at 5.38am. Waited for the rest. Sheryel woke up after me then Darolyn then Nichole then Meagen. LOL. Sat on Micholes sleeping bag and talked all the way until 6. Brushed teeth, changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;u&gt;class time&lt;/u&gt;. YEAHH! So fun, came up with 8 cheers thanks to Darolyn, Nichole, Meagen and Sheryel, I only contributed a BIT! TINSY BIT! And so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Campfire&lt;/u&gt;, THAT, was awesome. 1M won the best class cheer. YEAAH!! Well, it all paid off since Nichole was SO SUPER DETERMINED to win. Thanks to our Pbs, they helped us okay! &lt;3 And they warned us not to pretend to not know them when we see them or they'll be like, really mean. D: Ms Chong gave us chocolate. :D Stephanie's mum sent me home, and then Nichole's car was like, next to Stephanie's mum's car and she kept mouthing to me the words "DON'T LAME LEH" and at first I was like huh? And stef was like, "I think she said don't lame leh" Haha, so I mouthed back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic and Stef went to eat supper! At macs. :D Went home, thanks stef's mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO MY FAVOURITE-S SAM! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee sam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1153974191802789717?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1153974191802789717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1153974191802789717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1153974191802789717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1153974191802789717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/sam-3.html' title='sam! &lt;3'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-2145411893295110054</id><published>2009-01-06T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:27:37.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nichole!</title><content type='html'>Today, happy! Hahah, that was broken English. Who cares? Anyway, in 1M, my mum's nagging and it's so annoying. Anyway, dance or squash? I can't decide. Squash with stef, maybe not. Dance with stef, maybe not, we need to go for tryouts. And actually how do I go for tryouts when I'm not even like grade 6 or 5 for ballet or jazz I think. Only grade 7 for tap! D: Not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go now. D: See, ya, short post. Oh, and, happy birthday Nichole! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-2145411893295110054?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/2145411893295110054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=2145411893295110054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2145411893295110054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/2145411893295110054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-nichole.html' title='Happy Birthday Nichole!'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1806440456371748969</id><published>2009-01-01T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:55:45.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN! (:</title><content type='html'>HELLO(: I'm really happy and I've got lots of things to say. I wonder if I can still remember them if I continue typing! xD Hahah. Anyway, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday/Today!&lt;br /&gt;Went to I-wen's house at ard 4. :D Aft that, went to I-wen's room to listen to music! &lt;3&gt;younger&lt;/u&gt; brother is cute. I prefer Ien, Shien's brother cos he's still small! :D Shien taught him wrongly. Now he doesn't know how to call his "elders" Cheh! Mei you li mao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft dinner, watch 30 rock, again,  I mean since it was a marathon. Then went up to Iwen's room again. The rest went star gazing. I went up for the fact I needed the toilet and I needed my phone, I think. Hahah. Anyway, Pillow came up then went down together. Went to Iwen's cousins house to watch them play charades, they did the actions and no one knew what they were doing, okay, so lame, then went back. ANYWAY, THEY LIVE IN THE SAME PLOT OF LAND! AND IT'S SO HUGE! THERE ARE GOING TO BE SIX HOUSES, MIND YOU, GOING. I'm still so freaked out that the kitchen has air condition and Iwen has a walk in wardrobe and her own attached bathroom! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft that, smsed Jolyn, and then went to sleep, LOL, take a nap in, yes, Iwen's house. Shien and I slept on the bed and Iwen and pillow slept on the mattress. HOHO, please, don't think sick! Woke up and turned on the light and Iwen was so grumpy and she's such a heavy sleeper. Sheesh, we had to kick her and everything then, turn on the light and she kept grumbling! D: Hahah, brushed my hair, tied it up again. Went to cousins house again. I forgot for what. And then went home to do countdown. Oh, I think did countdown first then went to cousins house. Anyway, aft that, ate cake, went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Iwen's dad for bringing me homee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, went to bed at 2am. Slept at about 2.40am. Cos I couldn't sleep. Woke up at around 11. Wash up, read ate lunch, played with Zacky then here I am! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, Byee!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. A friend, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;pps, HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1806440456371748969?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1806440456371748969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1806440456371748969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1806440456371748969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1806440456371748969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun.html' title='FUN! (:'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-7643237217150879699</id><published>2008-12-31T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:21:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camel's s high today!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was pretty okay for an introduction of a post. Let's see, HAHAHAHAHAHA, okay, sorry again, I'm really happy today. Okay, really, don't ask me why. I think "A friend" is super chio! :D Hm, I'm still wondering who she is, I think she's a she cos Stef can't possibly have a friend same as me that's a guy. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair yesterday, and I didn't want to cut my hair any shorter. But mum wanted to cut 2 inches! D: Anyway, I'm not sure what mum said. She cut my hair, I mean, layered it. And it's really really layered. I can't tie the normal plait cos then it'll be so messy. So, now, the option is french plait! The only person that knows how to tie french plait other than me is my sister! And she wakes up so early! Omg. D: So, cannot. And, I can't tie myself, I can, but it's going to be so messy! So, I'll just have to tie ponytail and get booked. Anyway, it's just the first day, I don't expect they'll book. I'll just say I was from some neighbourhood school and came to mg and don't know the rules. :D Yeah, that'll work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really high right now. I have no idea why, maybe it's due to the fact I'm going over to I-wen's house later. But I don't think so. Cos then I'll have to change out of my shorts and tee and wear something nicer. According to my mum, but I-wen says I can wear anything I like! :D I'm definately not wear jeans. It's going to be so hot! I wanna wear t-shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, Jolyn needs to quickly pass me the card so mum and dad can quickly bring me to there to fix my braces like Jolyn! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. :D There isn't very much smilies today, but I guess you can see how happy I am. :D  Huh-huh. Have been smsing Jolyn and I-wen a lot recently. My dad's going to scold me for sure. Cos my sms limit sure exceed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate pasta for lunch! I COOKED! :D LOL, nothing really, just put all the things in and let mum watch the things and wash the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are so rough now. Not very actually, just a little dry cos I've been &lt;u&gt;touching&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; detergent! D: It's so icky and yucky! I'm forced cos it's washing! I can't understnad why we can't have a dishwasher. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad really needs to get one! Okay, I'm going to FACEBOOK!! Byeee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-7643237217150879699?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/7643237217150879699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=7643237217150879699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7643237217150879699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/7643237217150879699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/camels-s-high-today.html' title='Camel&apos;s s high today!'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4573385035138503622</id><published>2008-12-30T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:11:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-wen!! :D:D &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I'll be posting with no picture of whatever cos I'm wayyy too excited! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats I-wen! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Jolyn smsed, smsed her back and kept smsing. Then she went to the dentist so stopped, then I remembered that today was the day I-wen gets her results for her appeal in mgs. So smsed her, and yeah, she got accepted! Praise the Lord Almighty! Thank Goodness I prayed last night. Cos I almost forgot to pray for I-wen. Lol, I did anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley seriously needs to change her blog songs, All I want for Christmas is you, hm, Ashley! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, something esle, Aunty is coming back when school starts so when I come home from school, she'll be there!  Yay! No need to mop/sweep the floor. xD LOL, you guyus probably don't know about this, maybe except for the close friends. :D I've been doing housework for 3 weeks! D: I'm so tired. OHOH! and, I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL! YAY! Sorry, I'm so excited for school cos I-wen's going to be there! I need to change my message for the lots of lovee column. Cos she got into MG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I-wen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to Wisma D: To celebrate! She's so mean, she had to go after we were talking for about 5 minutes, I'm going to call her later and start bugging her. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone something wrong. It suddenly change the wallpaper, so now no more pretty picture. I wanted to change back the picture took so long to load, so, forget it, later than change, meanwhile, I've to deal with a plain wallpaper which is so ugly cos I'm not going to touch my phone. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-4573385035138503622?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4573385035138503622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4573385035138503622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4573385035138503622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4573385035138503622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wen-dd-3.html' title='I-wen!! :D:D &lt;3'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-4043924030688507763</id><published>2008-12-28T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:14:15.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Trust, believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SVcquaG12kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VDrcLf13a5g/s1600-h/8b36e9137c4d70e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SVcquaG12kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VDrcLf13a5g/s200/8b36e9137c4d70e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284739664512932418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love and you shall be loved - William Shakespear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's coming home, S'pore! :D Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was real funny, although I forgot what I was going to say. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. we were talking about the resurrection of Jesus Christ, and talking about spirits and ghosts and things like that. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking until we got to the topic-&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fly there lah!&lt;br /&gt;Mic (I think): How she fly?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Die!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: When you die, you don't fly! *Put hands around dad*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *Removes hand* tsk! Then Laurence say Jesus come mah! You never listen in church right?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I got! But, Jesus comes to get spirits from Earth so then the dead peoples bodies are still in the ground until Jesus comes!&lt;br /&gt;Mic: Oh! Then Noah's body is still here is it?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: NO LAH! Jesus came to Earth as a baby, human, after Noah died, so when Jesus went back to God, he took the souls and spirits with him.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *Says something that makes mum speechless*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: It's because..&lt;br /&gt;Mic: Starts laughing real loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? HUH? I was daydreaming you see.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef, remember the time you asked me the questions about God and creation? I'm telling you, I read this book, and it's amazing, mesmorizing and beautiful. Throw hurtful words, and God will still forgive you, ask him, scold him, blame him, and He can take it. He loves you, Stef. I encourage you to become a Christain though. Although you don't trust Him so much, He loves you. All that smartness you have is not from you alone, it was created from God. It came from Him. All your sb and dance talents, it came from God, you weren't born with it. He moulded you to be the person you are today. I'm sure we all want you to be a Christain, Jolyn, me, maybe I-wen, we want to see you in Heaven, we love you, stef. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough, although I really mean it. :D Anyway, people are msning me and I can't post anymore. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Those who are tagged cant refuse to do the quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Choose any song and get its lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end of each sentence, state your sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;4) At the end, add two wishes.&lt;br /&gt;5) Tag 5people and pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also true, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I never leave my heart open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never hurts me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is so &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships don't get deep to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got the whole in love thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe, sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone can say they love me truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't everyone? Hahah, not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the time it didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends on the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, i'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really, my minds still here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, my tears i'll drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not so emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Losing grip to some people, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahah, sometimes, I do feel that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never really been in a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sick, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I've got all the symptoms, that's why I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got no broken heart. It's still intact, mind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-wen has, seen me cry. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm, I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hurting me to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me who's the mystery guy?? If it's _______, then yes, it does hurt me. My best friend. :D Jolyn knows right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we spent so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YEAH! hmt is wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda never let you hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maybe why i'm sad to see us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hm, easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1)Never to live my life cos it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2)More friends man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The 10:&lt;br /&gt;-whoever-&lt;br /&gt;again, I'm never tagging people. LOL.&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/4601548649214321594-4043924030688507763?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/4043924030688507763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=4043924030688507763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4043924030688507763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/4043924030688507763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust-believe.html' title='Trust, believe'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SVcquaG12kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VDrcLf13a5g/s72-c/8b36e9137c4d70e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-248594722764061936</id><published>2008-12-27T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:29:14.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>So fun quiz! :D</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I shall post again. :D This is ripped from Jolyn's blog&lt;3 :D I had to copy and paste to word to get this. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the "Letter MEME"&lt;br /&gt;2. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag not more than 10 people after doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;5. Not allowed to tag anyone that has done it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template:&lt;br /&gt;Dear(the last person who talked you on the phone/msn/irc/skype/yahoo) :&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1), I think I realise it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;purple - I like you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I change tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hiton&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock it&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot-Sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other-Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heros - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - Highhouse-Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Coward&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That i did sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What's the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Cader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The Cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Treasure&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authoritise about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confessions today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soft Drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The Apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrasing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on yor short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan - With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jolyn :&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over, I think I realise it that night outside of Chicago and I saw you drive out my best friend. I'm sure you're man enough to understand how awful I felt. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I will always remember a new life as a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Camellia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged :&lt;br /&gt;1.Whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments :&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, Jolyn, I'm sure you're man enough to understand that all this is so unreal. :D LOL, and you should know that I don't believe that you'll drive out of Chicago since you're right now in Singapore also, I'm not returning anyway I have that's yours cos I'm keeping them all. I really don't know how to tell you this but, I-Wen is my best friend, and you will not bring her to Chicago cos I know her parents will definately not allow it especially when they know you have not had your driving test and will be driving whoevers car recklessly and will not trust her daughter in your unstable hands. LOL, that was long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, I'm sure Jolyn has something to say about this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt is starting to ache from sitting here and not moving from 7 oclock. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-248594722764061936?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/248594722764061936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=248594722764061936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/248594722764061936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/248594722764061936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-fun-quiz-d.html' title='So fun quiz! :D'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8151226093753830339</id><published>2008-12-27T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:18:48.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camwhore'/><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SVYokWUlL3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Q0vi7HDorQ0/s400/MXM%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284455817698160498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm giving up the song thingy.. LOL, I can't bear to keep finding lyrics to fit the post although most of the time it doesn't fit. LOL, as you can see, I'm much happier today. :D Thanks to daddy! Love you! :D I'll try to post some pictures for every post, sometimes I'm lazy so don't expect too much okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our christmas party! I know it's late, but heck. :D Ohh! Today, so many smilies! :D&lt;br /&gt;Cousins came over, played with Zacky. Watched movies, it's classic teen hangout we did thiis afternoon. Then the parents went to the dining table to eat and talk. Called us to eat some sandwiches. Used a bit of computer, camwhore, download the pictures, taught each other different short cuts on the imac, went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture up there is as promised, what I wore for all my christmas parties! :D Lol, streamed ironed. :D So, it's really clean each time I wore it. It's a black dress-blouse. And, a few times wore tights, a few times wear jeans, rotate. :D The third picture is with my body guard! LOL, no lah, it's my uncle. :D He is the officer thing there was this act, you see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture with the giant stocking it's so big! Twice my brother's height! Gee. :D Second picture with a table. :D Hahah, sat on it lah. Third picture with uncle and sister. Fourth picture at the super big and super grand and super clean staircase top! Omfgosh, the staircase was so nice. Super grand. :D was at teh foyer when took the picture! Whee, it' so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day Amy dearest comes back! I miss her! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-8151226093753830339?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8151226093753830339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8151226093753830339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8151226093753830339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8151226093753830339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ihxf43Q_4xo/SVYokWUlL3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Q0vi7HDorQ0/s72-c/MXM%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601548649214321594.post-1220871364176827222</id><published>2008-12-26T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:08:12.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariah Carey'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one day aft Christmas, and probably the worst Christmas of my life. Christmas is not about presents or Santa Claus, but abt the birth of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying to keep myself happy, but I'm failing, Lord, help me, keep them in your arms, protect them and help them to make the best choice for us, and them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's look on the bright side, I hope, today I might place very little smilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition, then Christmas Party. The food was good, so was the service. Aunty Jasey spent so much money, she's nice that's why. (: Count down to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aunty Jasey and Uncle Vincent for having us. Took lots of pictures, but have yet to download them. My belt was so loose, so were my "tights". Will post up what I wear once the pictures are up. Four seasons is really nice. The hotel is really really cold too. I love the staircase! Me and Mic posed to many pictures on the staircase. Drank white and red wine. Aft that, they offered me sparkling wine. It's only a little bit alcholic so I drank about 4 cups. Mum let me, finally. She came to the conclusion that I'm actually old enough to figure out whether I'm drunk or not. I had fun, I guess. We had to leave immediately after the count down because Zacky was cranky, and that's when it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, had a great dinner that mum me and Mic whipped up. Man, it was so good! Let us drink a bit of drink too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, boring, did 23 pages of math in the morning. Now, I'm at chapter 7. Cheers to me. Math is my only accompliment other than my parents, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1220871364176827222?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1220871364176827222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1220871364176827222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1220871364176827222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1220871364176827222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is you'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-6627776368393695313</id><published>2008-12-25T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:27:03.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Picture to burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no time for tears,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Planning my revenge&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing stopping me&lt;br /&gt;From going out with all of your best friends&lt;br /&gt;And if you come around saying sorry to me&lt;br /&gt;My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. :D I spent almost the whole morning creating the lots of love column. Not really actually, I woke up at 11. :X Anyway, created the pictures and collages, hope you all like it, this time, no changing of pictures!! :D If you want me to put some up, give me 4 pictures to make it and put it up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie! Come home! It's so boring without talking to you, gee, except that it's christmas and going out, when I'm at home, it's so boring! Gee, STEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm listening to radio, so christmasy. :D LOL, byebye, I don't wanna postt!! Look at the pictures and comment, tag me if it's nice! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-6627776368393695313?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/6627776368393695313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=6627776368393695313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6627776368393695313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/6627776368393695313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-to-burn.html' title='Picture to burn'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8674615815864225395</id><published>2008-12-24T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:09:51.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime I try to fly, I fall &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without my wings, I feel so small &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And everytime I see you in my dreams &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I see your face, it's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need you, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :D Today, I'm exceptionally happy, though. :D Go to youtube and search the song on top, it's so beautiful. :D I love it, it's quite long ago already, I think. It's like some titanic song. :D But, when you go on youtube, &lt;u&gt;listen to the song&lt;/u&gt; do not watch, it's so sick. Unless you want to, LOL, I don't you all want to anyway. It's so gross, I only watched up to the part of violence. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Tomorrow is Christmas which means today is Christmas Eve, but I don't care. I don't get any presents you know? I mean, not even from my parents. So, yeah, it's only to worship the Lord huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, byebye. LOL.  &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&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/4601548649214321594-8674615815864225395?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8674615815864225395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8674615815864225395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8674615815864225395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8674615815864225395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-1289771433762150348</id><published>2008-12-23T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:50:53.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordin Sparks'/><title type='text'>Next to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two o' clock and I wish that I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;You're in my head like a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I got to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got to get next to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back to putting the song thingy on top. :D I'm really annoyed. First of all, the HMT test at school today was a killer. &lt;u&gt;Killer&lt;/u&gt;. Alright, second of all, Jolyn's being a total scrooge by not replying punctually to me. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really annoyed cos mom won't let me drink the damned drink. In the pretty bottle. D: Another thing, Pillow was such an idiot during the exam because she &lt;u&gt;obviously&lt;/u&gt; thought it was easy. Damn her. Plus, she got an A* for chinese. Gosh, &lt;u&gt;who ever&lt;/u&gt; gets an A* in chinese. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning went for chinese tuition to prepare for the test cos laoshi just came back. She's such a darling, when she knew I was taking the test, she rushed from the airport because the centre was supposed to be closed today. :D Thank you, laoshi. :D After that, went to visit m&amp;amp;s tuitor. :D Dad came, went home, memorised my head off with the thousand gazillion chinese words. I'd kill myself if I don't get it. But, i think it's expected when I don't get it. I'm bracing myself for the worst. I prayed. Lord, answer my prayers, please, You know I've worked hard for this. Although when I don't get it, I know it's Your plan I trust You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mic went for Christmas party. Lucky her! My life is boring, I'm booked for christmas parties on the &lt;s&gt;20th&lt;/s&gt;, 24th and 26th the rest were way over. Can you imagine? I'm not booked on Christmas Day! D: I want to go out and party on the 25th! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day!! Jolyn, I think you know why! I can't control my excitment! You better not tell anyone what I told you huh. I bet they'll all laugh. Never tell! Even your mom. I swear, if you guys know, you all will think wrongly, so, yeah, only Jolyn, strictly Jolyn. :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Dinner tonight too! I can't wait! I get to wear my _____! Yay! Thanks to mom for buying it for me, cost $99 okay, don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch tv now, buhbye, darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601548649214321594-1289771433762150348?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/1289771433762150348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=1289771433762150348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1289771433762150348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/1289771433762150348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-to-you.html' title='Next to you'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-8213609929135342192</id><published>2008-12-22T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:53:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas songs ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's no song thingy on top today. I'm lazy to think which song I should use. So, yeah, no song. I need to change my blogsong to those &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt; christmas songs. I've got so many in iTunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But, I don't know which one to use. And, I like them all, and I want so many of them to be the first one. I want to put them on shuffle but then what if the song playing doesn't feel right? LOL, it's quite confusing but I don't know. I need to figure out something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, parents went with Zacky to the Bird Park, &lt;u&gt;with the DSLR!!&lt;/u&gt;D: I'm so sad. I was thinking of playing with it today but they brought it. Grr. Yesterday's font was all yucky. Screw the font! The font size actually. Gee, I know, it's confusing again. Hah, I'm talking nonsense, just bearing with me and let me go on typing till I know what to say okay? Hah, it's boring at home, alone with sister. Really. I just finished mopping the floor. I bet the floor is still dirty. Dad asked me to mop, then mop lorh. He never ask me to mop it &lt;u&gt;clean&lt;/u&gt;. So I just mopped. :D Anyway later if he wants he will go mop again. Mom says he loves housework. Sheesh, DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really talking rot. Maybe later when I bother to, I'll add the song thing. Or just rip from someone's older posts. Since I'm lazy. I ate like, 4 biscuits for breakfast and I'm hungry, mind you, I woke up at 8. Mom woke me up. Gosh, I was going into a dream. &lt;u&gt;Dream!&lt;/u&gt; So, I don't know whether I should wish for them to come home earlier or later. Later means, more computer usage. Earlier means, lunch. I think earlier. Then I shall go off now. And come back at night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you,&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm a loser!&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/4601548649214321594-8213609929135342192?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/8213609929135342192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=8213609929135342192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8213609929135342192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/8213609929135342192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas songs ~'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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-4601548649214321594.post-358699411921940099</id><published>2008-12-21T21:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:39:51.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D90'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickening spammer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faber Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DSLR'/><title type='text'>Tongue Tied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I stare up at the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; I wonder just where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; You feel a million miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; (I wonder just where you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Was it something I said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Or something I never did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Or was I always in the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Long post. Skim through until you feel like reading. If not, you can just skip this post entirely. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was pretty boring/fun today. I don't know which one to select. Teehee. But, hey, one thing's conformed, today was &lt;u&gt;eventful&lt;/u&gt; :D Yes, eventful. Pretty hard to decide. :D You guys notice today's font is different? It's cute. :D Changed it. I think. It appears different here but for all you know later when I post it, it returns back to Arial or something. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start with yesterday. GOT THE DSLR! It's Nikon D90! It's so pretty. Love everything! Dad opened the camera so slowly. I was trying to decipher the things, like where it's supposed to be place and how it's place and whether it's needed. And, found out, eventually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party. Man, it's so awesome. So, SO awesome. Too bad we didn't have fire crackers, or it'll be better. We exchanged present. Man, my presents are so nice. Thanks cousins. I love you. :D Darren got into GEP and Clara too. Gosh, those idiots. Anyway, Aunty Jeanine was like, Camellia, come here, I'm going to tell you something. And I was like, what? I walked to where she was. And I said, "Oh gosh, Aunty Jeanine, it's so scary." And everyone started laughing and ME, imagine how that felt. Hahah. Anyway, she was like whispering into my ear and said, "Aunty Phyllis is &lt;u&gt;pregnant&lt;/u&gt;." And everyone was laughing so I thought it was a joke. And, I was like are you &lt;u&gt;serious&lt;/u&gt;? And so, I asked Spidey. And he was like, yeah, it's true. And I was like, "OH! Congrats. :D And Aunty Jeanine was like, "What? Like that only? Why aren't you shocked?!" And she was like, go tell mum! So I went to go tell. Sheesh, what's so special about someone having a &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, apart from going all "ohhed and ahhed" over, the baby knows &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;. Get me, NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl's chinese sucks so much, I'm telling you, he didn't know what pearl was in chinese. Chey. Please lah, his brother also know. Anyway, ate mushroom soup. OHMY! Cheers to grandma. :D Love it. *smuaks* Ate sushi too. Man, it was good! And, cheese cake and some weird pastry. After that ate some chips. And drank &lt;u&gt;red wine&lt;/u&gt;. Love to daddy for letting me drink even though mumy didn't allow. Mummy said, I'm too young and daddy said I should learn. But he said I wouldn't like it. But, I loved it. :D Cheers to daddy too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Zacky was making &lt;u&gt;such&lt;/u&gt; a big fuss about his food and &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; was trying to pacify him. And, Daryl kept calling Zacky, "it". And, he was like, " It's so naughty!" And, Aunty Constance was like, stop calling him it! Would you like people to call you it? Hah! GOT YOU BACK DARYL! Daryl still owes me a dollar. Anyway, watched Red Cliff. It was so fake. And Uncle Martin was like, where got like that one! Daddy said the same thing too. What do you expect?! They're twins! Daddy and Uncle Martin. And please, MY DADDY is the BIG brother. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged presents, went home, talked about the schools and stuff. I need to get Madeleine's msn, I didn't know she had. :X She's addicted! And still she got so high for PSLE, I wanna but her head off. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed for pictures on Cousins motocycle. It's so cool. It's red and it's so glamorous! I love it, I want one, DADDY! I took some of the pictures. Too bad the camera len wasn't Carl Ziess but, good enough. I love it! Let Mic use the camera then DUA PEK wanted to use it. He held the camera by the lens! I was so scared it was going to break. Protective.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church. :D Christmas service! Thank goodness they gave us those starts that shine. Zacky was so fascinated the whole time, he sat still and just kept playing with the stars. :D Good boy, love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After had no dance so went to eat Korean hot pot. The hot plate was good! Mummy got beef and I got chicken. Mic and Daddy bought udon. I think. Okay all these stuff are &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; necessary. But heck, I'm bored, so I shall type more and let you into more of my life. Which is absolutely boring so you can just quit reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy wanted to buy clothes so we just accompanied her. Yeah, and Zacky pooped in his diaper and was super smelly I think the whole store was smelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, after that, went to paternal grandparents house, ate so much fruits. And some ice cream. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we went home. :D Installed the Nikon software. :D THREE CHEERS to daddy for buying it. I love it so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe on second thought, it's not a very long post. I might have missed out something. If I did, maybe if I'm lazy, I'll just edit it later when I remember, If not, wait till tomorrow. But, you might be better off not knowing it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't bore you! It can be boring. Well, I'm a borken record. Deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I didn't mean to be harsh or mean, or whatever. You are really so intolerable! I mean when people don't like you to send them spams, just apologize and not send it again! Why must you continue to deny and say you never send already. I just received some from you. You say it's not spam then what is it? An invite? HUH! I so believe. Admit it, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&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/4601548649214321594-358699411921940099?l=th-backdrop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/feeds/358699411921940099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601548649214321594&amp;postID=358699411921940099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/358699411921940099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601548649214321594/posts/default/358699411921940099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-backdrop.blogspot.com/2008/12/tongue-tied.html' title='Tongue Tied'/><author><name>Camellia x]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460953844718655124</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>
