<?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-9480841</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mIssSixty's Paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9480841.post-112547265968519815</id><published>2005-08-31T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:17:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys got to relink me again. So so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dycememoir.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;http://dycememoir.blogdrive.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112547265968519815?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112547265968519815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112547265968519815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112547265968519815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112547265968519815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/sorry-you-guys-got-to-relink-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112545730959502877</id><published>2005-08-31T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:01:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;No choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really no choice but to resort to this. And I'm not doing this because I loves her, but beause I loves my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Name: Ling Qeok Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Age:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date of Birth: 28 03 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time of birth: 5.44pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dialect: Hockchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Place of birth: KK hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she's my so-called mother. And I'm not doing this because I care about her!! I just want her to go and pray to my brother. My brother had always wanted to know about that woman. Eventhough I think he doesn't know what that woman had done lah. In case the information isn't enough, here's the information on my so-called grandmother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Name: Soh Sua Pian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Age: 58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date of Birth: 29 02 1947&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dialect: Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my co-called grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Name : Ling _____ Hock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah...Cause the birth certificate of my so-called mother is quite blur so I had a hard time figuring all these words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my so-called great-grandmother: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ting Mee Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their address is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;108 Yishun Ring road, #08-305, 277b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if they had moved out already or not. But hopefully some kind soul read my blog and happen to know them... Please let me know. You can email to me at xiuxiu_89@hotmail.com. Though I know not many know about my blog but please help pass the message around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse the particular of her so-called child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Ong Xiu Juan (that's me. And ofcourse Amy too, that's what she used to call me)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: 16 08 1989&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ong Zhi Wen (johnson)&lt;br /&gt;Age:14&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: 21 02 1991&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ong Kian Huat&lt;br /&gt;Age: 38&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: 29 05 1967&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how excited I felt and I happen to find 'her' birth certificate and all the information I need, except the telephone number. So...I will go to the address one day and see if she had move out. Mean while, please help me take note of this woman kay? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ninety degree bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112545730959502877?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112545730959502877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112545730959502877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112545730959502877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112545730959502877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-choice-i-have-really-no-choice-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112539967002876047</id><published>2005-08-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:01:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.! Yea! My friend, wai has a girl friend!!! Trust him not to let us know and I found out myself from his friendster. Hahas. I'm lame cause we don't usually contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys know how happy I felt for my friend? AHH! It's like...a very very exciting and happy just like when I know dad has a girl friend and my bitch had someone in mind. YEAH!!! &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/aktion033.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for them yea~ Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bleam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112539967002876047?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112539967002876047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112539967002876047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112539967002876047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112539967002876047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112538931249130665</id><published>2005-08-30T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:08:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Overslept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! It was already seven a.m and my alarm clock showed six a.m. Ten minutes to rush to school or I'll be late and I decided not to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of studying. O level is near. No, I shall endure this two months. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans for after O. Hais... *yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112538931249130665?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112538931249130665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112538931249130665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112538931249130665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112538931249130665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/overslept-ah-it-was-already-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112531050949210280</id><published>2005-08-29T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:28:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Call me dyce will do. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bring files for all three subjects and I was right in doing so. We didn't use it. hahas. Lessons was as usual, bore to the core. E mathematics was rushing like don't know what because of Ohm. I asked her if we need to hand in our locus worksheet since Ms Maslinda already gone through it and she said yes. So WE rushed through my papers and drawing like mad! And then!!!! We need not hand in the paper! *phew~ Ohm ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohm and I were being naughty again by skipping A mathematics remedial. We were walking very very slowly down the stairs deciding whether to go or not. Then I saw Mr yap and the both of us run all the way out of the school. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy fries and drink outside our school and Ohm suggested walking home so we walked home. The weather was hot, our bags were heavy, but we were happily walking home. Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;Saw pasar malam near Ohm's and my place and we decided to go tomorrow night with Rina and Ohm's sister too. =) hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lah~ Having supper = storing fats!!! But! Erm..erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohm, we'll walk home again the next time. Hahas. Fats burned. okay, done. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112531050949210280?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112531050949210280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112531050949210280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112531050949210280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112531050949210280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/walk-hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112523452721963364</id><published>2005-08-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:08:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tuition today. Our tuition ended at about THREE hours!! And Miss Lee still asked us if we wanna continue with another topic and it will be another two hours more. Hahas.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ohm, your sister makes nice egg tarts! And not forgetting your mum too. Crapped with Ohm and her sister before the tuition start. Her sister likes acting!! hahas.. Didn't know that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is crazy! We were asked to memorise and memorise different essay. Oh God! We couldn't even memories our exams, let alone ESSAYS! Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice dream of myself being a SUPERSTAR! Honeybunch said I think too much! Wahahas! But then...Sweet dream lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112523452721963364?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112523452721963364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112523452721963364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112523452721963364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112523452721963364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/short-post-went-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112506214793809896</id><published>2005-08-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:15:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/med233075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fat. =(&lt;br /&gt;(but not overweight kay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112506214793809896?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112506214793809896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112506214793809896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112506214793809896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112506214793809896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-getting-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112504650464642064</id><published>2005-08-26T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:55:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My life, my rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with Ohm today! We spent half an hour to reach home, pretty fast huh? Huhur. I sang on our way and asked Ohm for comments. But then...I always couldn't control myself from not laughing when it is a sad song! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeybunch, bitchified and I skipped Mrs Chong's chinese lesson and our chinese spelling retest. We intend to hide in the library then one guy from 'don't know what class' asked us to sign in before we can go in. We hesitate here and there and sign it. If we were to be discovered, we'll tell the true then. Found the story 'A leap of love' by Catherine Lim and I borrowed it. I love reading~~~ Ahem. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will always tend to get angry with each other.(sometimes) Quarrel a little then everything will be alright. Hmm... Actually, we shouldn't really bother much. It's what matters now that we're happy together. So... If anything really bother us, turn you head away and don't look at it! It's better than having a dispute, isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, matter solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somehow I feel that...there ain't everlasting love. I used to say it doesn't matter if it's everlasting or not, what matters is we've had it before. But then...if you know it won't last, then it'll be wasting of time. LAH!!! I'm being bored. Nothing serious anyway. Real bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in my A maths now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112504650464642064?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112504650464642064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112504650464642064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112504650464642064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112504650464642064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-life-my-rules-i-walked-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112496144821824129</id><published>2005-08-25T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:17:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLEEPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off during english lesson. Was caught by Mrs Krishnan and she asked me to answer the question. I answered it wrongly. =p Really tired during english lesson and my eyelid was trying to shut themselves up. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112496144821824129?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112496144821824129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112496144821824129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112496144821824129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112496144821824129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleepy-i-dozed-off-during-english.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112487932961130702</id><published>2005-08-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:28:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps! I know I ought to be studying but I was listening to 5566's 3rd album and I came across this song- Crying in the rain. And I thought I should share with you guys. Here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you see&lt;br /&gt;The way my broken heart is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;I've got me Pride&lt;br /&gt;and I know how to hide&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;If I wait for stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know that I still love you so&lt;br /&gt;Though my heartaches remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops falling from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Could never take away my misery&lt;br /&gt;But since we're not together&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;to hide these tears&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my crying's done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I may be a fool&lt;br /&gt;But till then darling you'll&lt;br /&gt;never see me complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112487932961130702?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112487932961130702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112487932961130702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112487932961130702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112487932961130702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/crying-in-rain-opps-i-know-i-ought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112487643016197916</id><published>2005-08-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:42:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Safe and alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had very serious cramp today and I didn't brought my medicine. But then...I'm glad I have my Honeybunch and Mummy. I couldn't take it at the last period and my dar suggested going to the toilet cause I was feeling nausea. On the way to the toilet I nearly couldn't take it. My vision was like blackening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat at the outside the toilet feeling so giddy. The security guard saw and asked one indian boy to call a teacher here. And he called Miss Goh!! I went out to sit outside the sick bay squating down outside. *no face. Then Miss Goh asked me what's wrong and stuffs then asked my mummy to buy hot milo for me. And before she went off, she said 'you've got good friends!' Hurhur... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggled my way home with Honeybunch and Mummy sending me home. They are so toothsome! Extremely sweet huh! =D I love you all lotx. MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test tomorrow and homeworks not done yet. Got to rush up. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112487643016197916?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112487643016197916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112487643016197916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112487643016197916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112487643016197916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/safe-and-alive-had-very-serious-cramp.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112479343339606820</id><published>2005-08-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:26:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HEADACHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.... Can't our teachers pity how much things we have to bring to school? We have to bring files to school for their lesson and not allow to put it in class!!! What about during taking a bus? Trying to balance yourself with one hand, being knocked by some people trying to squeeze past you. URGH! That su*ks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can SBS163 be changed to a double decker? Every morning, there are ALWAYS not enough seats.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...Kays... my head hurt so much, stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just bang my head on the wall and every misery thing i find will be gone. ARGH! Can't life just get better? Can't my attitude just get better?&lt;br /&gt;=(    TSK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna study today!!!! GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to get over my o's. *SOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pull hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9480841-112479343339606820?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112479343339606820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112479343339606820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112479343339606820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112479343339606820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/headaches-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112462994219366360</id><published>2005-08-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:12:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Very good~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first chemistry tuition lesson with Ohm today. I reached her house half an hour earlier and we watched 'Project Superstar' together. Her parents went to fetch our tuition teacher, Ohm's cousin and Ohm's sister went out to do project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohm kept going out of her house to check the candles on the offering table to the deities. Then suddenly she said the candles need to change a new pair already and she don't know how to do it. As a 'Xian Qi Liang Mu', hey~, ofcourse I know how to do it and I helped her.  Her mother came back afterwards and scold her because she didn't light the joss sticks!! Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohm tried to make me fat! She offered me sweet and I said no, but because of her persistence, I agreed. I took one and she said 'one only arx...?' Then I said 'ya..' And she said 'orh..then later during tuition I eat, you don't eat horx...' URGH!  I was tempted. =( And I took one more. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when our tuition teacher came. She looked just like our ex choir instructor, Miss Loh. I was like trying to control myself from smiling and I looked away. Ohm came beside me and whispered 'look like Miss Loh horx?' And I said 'Yup, but she's your cousin, why you only discover it now?' Then she said it's because they hasn't see each other for a very long time. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the tuition, Ohm swtiched on the aircon too low. And I was freezing with my skin changing colours. hahas. No, I'm not a chameleon. It's just that my skin always er....I don't know how to say. Ohm pantomined to me 'cold arx?' and I shook my head. And she looked at my skin then laughed. Urgh! OH...Those with more fats will usually feels warmer huh? Ohm? Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;Wait till the next time you come to my house for tuition, I will revenge! Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tuition teacher not only look like Miss loh BUT even Speaks like her too. Like how she'll snap her fingers when we answer the questions, how she said 'Ah HA~' and when we answer the correct answer, she'll said 'very good~'. She's got the same accent as Miss Loh. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 'bid dinner' tonight but I didn't go with my family. Sianz! Not not it's really bored but...I want to sleep earlier lah~ Every morning's bag really can kills us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget Ohm...I told you arx...If I don't get into a JC, you're gonna be very sad! So make sure you force me to study huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yang,&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112462994219366360?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112462994219366360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112462994219366360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112462994219366360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112462994219366360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-good-had-my-first-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112453346504360940</id><published>2005-08-20T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:24:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually thought that so-called fortune teller is coming today but then in the end no. And I had cancelled my tuition already! In the morning already asked my grandfather and he refuses to say anything. Still said that I won't understand even if he say. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that about going to three, he asked me why I never go tuition and I told him. Then he said the people cannot make it so never come. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS JUN YANG OUT!!! So sad.... I want Jun Yang! Watched Superstar again today and urgh... So sad... Nevermind, he'll always be my 'project superstar'!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Jun Yang is friends with Lin Jun Jie for seven years!! They are still keeping in contact. And on that day when Jun Yang was eliminated, JJ called him and console him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/DSC00599.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/DSC00139.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112453346504360940?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112453346504360940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112453346504360940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112453346504360940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112453346504360940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-sad-actually-thought-that-so-called.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112436153033583740</id><published>2005-08-18T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:40:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O' well...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/ka0206.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~ Bitchified I'm really very happy that he replied. *phew! It's like a huge rock removed from my mind huh? Hurhur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Today, Bitchified messaged Wei Min and told him that he's behaving weird and not replying our messages. Honeybunch said he might probably think that we're childish BUT he replied. Which is sort of a miracle? And he apologised. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yap was not in school today. He told us yesterday if nothing goes wrong, he'll be back on monday. Don't know what happen to him. Hopefully it's nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I almost cried when I heard Jun Yang sang 'Ai Hen Jian Dan'. It's not because he sounded very touching or nice BUT it's because he sounded really....&lt;br /&gt;=( Then I was really worried but luckily the next two songs he did it very well!!! Although I supports Jun Yang but Wei Lian was nice too, touching.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Kelly and Xin Hui. I don't know to hope for who to win. I like them both. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class got scolded by Mrs Krishnan again because some of us didn't memorise what she asked us to. She said we had a stinky arrogant attitude. I didn't really get that. I thought we were just being too relax and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is asking a fortune teller to our house on saturday because of my grandfather's leg. And because he said he dreamt of his mother. Hmm... How can a doctor give up on his patient and tell his patient that he cannot get well again. That is so depressing. I hope everything will be fine and alright. Pray for me. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112436153033583740?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112436153033583740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112436153033583740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112436153033583740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112436153033583740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-well.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112427987444174195</id><published>2005-08-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:57:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AGAIN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wao laox... The doctor said my grandfather's leg will not get well. SIANZ. I also don't know lah~&lt;br /&gt;The other time they also said that but now...Hais... I really don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now wanna make Agar Agar for my grandfather. I made three packets. But I put too little sugar and it taste really very yucky right now. I wanted to throw it away at first but Rina said she will eat them. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the end!! We were told that we could choose not to retake Chinese again after all. Hmm... Bitchified and I had a long thought about it and decided that we shall retake. Hahas...Weng Lao Shi said that both bitchified and I are sort of like the good ones in class. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we asked Mr Yap if he think we should retake and he said if we are that type of people who will regret after something. For example we got back the results and then start regreting why didn't we retake! We could have gotten one marks lesser, then we should take.&lt;br /&gt;After we heard this, bitchified and I looked at each other and decided that we shall retake! If we don't, we will definitely regret and grumble the whole day. Hahas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112427987444174195?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112427987444174195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112427987444174195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112427987444174195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112427987444174195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/again-wao-laox.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112419680444443857</id><published>2005-08-16T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:45:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Bithday To Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks F4nHai for all your presents and for spending time with me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have dinner at hougang. We had claypot deer's meat, claypot tofu, shrimp paste chicken wings, brocolli with scallops, mango fish, sweet and sour pork and rojak!! Yummy~~ Hahas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played 'Zong Ji Mi Ma' again and as USUAL I won! =D Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug hug!! Muacks muacks!! Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys lotx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweety 16 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired lah~ Sorry, just a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sly.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYLVESTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sponge003.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food half eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sponge000.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sponge002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sponge005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCHIFIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sponge006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112419680444443857?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112419680444443857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112419680444443857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112419680444443857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112419680444443857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-bithday-to-me-thanks-f4nhai-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112409765243464153</id><published>2005-08-15T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:20:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Towkay ah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!! Went for the seventh month dinner with my family yesterday. The speaker was darn loud and that's what the Mister had been saying all the time. He would go TOWKAY AHH!!!  and everyone would shout back HUAT AHH!!!!  Hahas!! My eardrums was really going to burst lorx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regreted going to eat because I'm so tired in school today. My leg was having cramp. URGH. Hahas...err...Please not tomorrow. SIANZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention that my uncle and his family gave me a watch for my birthday present. Rina gave me a very cute note book and two shower perfume and a pen. That's very nice of her cause she don't earn much too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had O level english oral today and I was very nervous. As usual!! I stutter on EVERY sentences. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...Can't take it anymore. I'm really very tired, can't think of anything to write. I need to rest my brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzZzzzZzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112409765243464153?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112409765243464153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112409765243464153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112409765243464153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112409765243464153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/towkay-ah-hahas-went-for-seventh-month.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112383778389075478</id><published>2005-08-12T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:09:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a B3 for my chinese O level. Why couldn't I just get maybe five or more marks and I wouldn't need to retake it again! Remember I've said before bitch, honeybunch and I wrote out of point for the chinese letter writing? Imagine what we will have gotten if we didn't wrote out of point? URGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and I was very upset about having to retake the test. HAIS! But then...Dad old dude said he got a B3 for the first time round too and he got an A2 for the retest. I think that's some kind of encouragement. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... *sob!! So sad lah~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112383778389075478?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112383778389075478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112383778389075478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112383778389075478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112383778389075478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-ive-got-b3-for-my-chinese-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112375849320727635</id><published>2005-08-11T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:08:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one read my yesterday entry. =) Hahas. You can never count on me for saying that I'm not gonna blog. I can't stop myself from blogging! If I don't blog...how am I going to remember all the things which had happened once. So yup..hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plant is really going bald!! I was shocked today when I reached home and I went to water it immediately. =( It's really scary. It was bought on last friday and it's now turning bald. =( I use all my heart in watering you, please don't die!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yang's performance yesterday was not really himself. I mean...he could have done better. I was so scared that he might be booted out that I voted for him. Though I only voted ten times, it's my thoughts that count. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bitch and I want to buy goldfishes!!! Each of us want to buy a pair of it. But then!! My Papa said that I can't put it on my study table because we are not allowed to put pets in the room? I don't know!! I really want to get the Goldfishes! =( I even thought of the name already! =( HOW?  I don't wanna put it in the living room!! *sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really afraid of having pets again. But I really want one!! I've 'killed' two tortises and one fish. =(  SOB!! I don't care lah! I want!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of becoming a Policewoman!!! I know I don't look like one but... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a confused state today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz....It's okay... What matter most is that, I do feel quite happy now.&lt;br /&gt;Just quite... yup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112375849320727635?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112375849320727635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112375849320727635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112375849320727635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112375849320727635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/hopefully-i-hope-no-one-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112355243745923706</id><published>2005-08-09T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:53:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sm249.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! I loves Singapore! I love it's climate and how peaceful it is. =D There is no racial riots, no earthquake and no lack of food. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's National Day again, which means it's two years past since NDP'03. I don't know how come we, F4nHai, will be so bothered about remembering all the details about NDP'03. Sometimes, I do feel stupid about how hard I try to stay in contact with Zhu Tou Si when some appear not to care about it. I wonder will they be laughing thinking what those little kids are doing? I really feels stupid now! Hahas! ANyway, why should we really care? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 1 in choir for us were like slacking around and playing until Miss Low came at secondary 2. Then we started to work hard for SYF. Secondary 2, we took part in NDP'03 and that bonds us choir together. Right now, we still talks about it sometimes and sing the songs we once sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn&lt;br /&gt;Will update later. The panadol is taking effect and making me drowsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112355243745923706?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112355243745923706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112355243745923706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112355243745923706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112355243745923706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore-yea-i-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112351092195550849</id><published>2005-08-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:22:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PS to watch Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Although many of them say that the show is very lame, we find it quite hilarious. Anyway, our whole gang went today. Hahas. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Popcorn Combo and cheesy hot dog.  Honeybunch, Bitchified and I were being very disgusting by comparing our hotdogs. We even purposly squeeze our hot dogs to force the cheese out. Wahahas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Honeybunch then started being 'wu liao' by trying to act ghost and started grabbing my tighs!! I struggled and spilled half of the Popcorn!!!!!!  Wasted! It's all dar's fault. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched by my F4nHai. Hahas. They bought one small ice-cream cake for me. I don't know how to react and ya...Hahas!! I don't even know how to thank them and so I messaged them on the spot. Hahas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this year I wasn't planning to like celebrate my birthday or what. Hmm...It's like something which will happen every year so I don't really look forward to it anymore. But then still!! Yup... Hahas.. I'm really touched! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from sore throat and block nose now! URGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112351092195550849?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112351092195550849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112351092195550849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112351092195550849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112351092195550849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/charlie-and-chocolate-factory-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112340213897498957</id><published>2005-08-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:42:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!! The other day my Mummy was asking me to ask *him if he wanna go view the fireworks with us. BUt I didn't dare to ask and I thought he'll feel that this is so 'wu liao'. Hahas.. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...He didn't ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nick asked if anyone wanna go and see fireworks. Hahas!! And all the way I thought know him quite well. And my dar said it's hard to say, he might even be a very romantic guy. OOH!!! Hahahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sore throat now because I sang too much yesterday. Or maybe shouted too much. Yesterday the national celebration, there was a finale and I joined in the fun by singing loudly at home. Hahas! Serve myself right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that my Mummy told *him that she wanna go but he didn't reply her. I just feel that he was not busy but it's just that he didn't want to reply. HMMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to appear as if we're so desperate to go out with him or whatsoever. URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;Wo says that effort does gets pay off? It doesn't. I don't want to think so much about *him anymore. (I don't know how many times have I said that). Urgh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too much...&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sauer028.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112340213897498957?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112340213897498957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112340213897498957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112340213897498957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112340213897498957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112333704122524272</id><published>2005-08-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:06:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;National Day is near!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day celebration at my flat here today. Heard National Day's songs on the radio, couldn't help but think of the past yea?&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/ka0053.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaas!! Right now, I can hear someone performing for the celebration singing  'Dang Ni Gu Dan Ni Hui Xiang Qi Shui?'. And that person said 'Happy Birthday Singapore!'. I wonder who is that person singing. Quite nice. =D So lucky huh? To be able to have 'free' music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flat above my house is really very noisy! We can always hear dropping of things, knocking on things. Strange hor? The other time, they were drilling nails in the middle of the night and many neighbours shouted. I even felt like calling the neighbourhood police. SIanz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jun Yang!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much!! Muacks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112333704122524272?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112333704122524272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112333704122524272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112333704122524272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112333704122524272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-is-near-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112306855361509817</id><published>2005-08-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:29:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;Do you know??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Sometimes, or maybe all the time. I've been thinking of all sorts of things. I can (probably) forget about my mother because I've not seen her for so many years. But some things...I just can't forget no matter how hard I try. It pulls me down. Even if I get it out of my chest, it wouldn't help. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sunday morning right at the begining of holiday. I couldn't forget the first thing I heard. The cries of my aunties. I couldn't forget the first thing my aunt told me. I couldn't forget the look on her face. I always remember my reply, how I try to force the words out of my mouth. How my aunt anwered me. How hard I cried on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget how I tried to lie to myself, it was all but a nightmare. I couldn't forget how I looked at my grandmother and wondered how she would feel if she knew. I couldn't forget how I tried to swallow my food down but I couldn't. I couldn't forget how I told my father ' we can't take care of him...and now god has taken over our duties.' I couldn't forget the ritual at the beach. I couldn't forget how heavy my head felt at that time. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget how my eyes hurt from crying. My tears went dry. I couldn't forget the moment when I looked at his corpse. How pale and lifeless it was, how dark his lips were and the blood that were dried at the edge of his eyes. How my tears began welling the moment I saw it. I couldn't bring my leg to walk out of the room. How I forced myself to describe to my aunties what I saw. I couldn't forget how I cried and ask my aunt ' why must he be the one? why couldn't it be his friend?' I couldn't forget her reply ' people leave for a reason, this is a accident'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget the look on my father's face. He couldn't accept the fact. I couldn't forget the way the coffin looked like. I couldn't forget how they stacked his things on top of his body. I couldn't forget how his hands look like, they were not the one I saw before. I couldn't forget the fear I felt looking at him. I couldn't forget the dolphin he hugged to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget how I tried to use my hands to cover his eyes. I couldn't forget how cold it was. His face. I couldn't forget how afraid I was to touch him. I couldn't believe he had left us. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't forget how my father told me they opened up his body from head to toe to check if he has other injuries. I couldn't imagine him being cut open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't  forget the last time I looked at his face. I sat alone at the front seat with the coffin at the back. I couldn't forget how the smoke got into me eye. I couldn't forget how I cried, and the offering of the tissue from the driver. I couldn't forget how I called out his name when we're driving across a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget that dreadful weather. I couldn't forget how dark the sky looked like. I couldn't forget how his coffin got into the fire. I couldn't forget the cries of everyone. I couldn't forget how I got home. I couldn't forget the first thing I did. I couldn't forget how I longed to wake up. I couldn't forget how my head hurt. I couldn't forget how afraid I was to sleep alone that I asked Rina to sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget how I took his ashes in a big transparent box. I couldn't forget how my father's tears rolled down. I couldn't foget how my uncle cried. That was his first time crying infront of me. I couldn't forget the touch of his ashes. I couldn't forget how I carried the ashes. I couldn't forget how I looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget the way i live through each of my day. I couldn't forget it was the day I cooked spagetti for my family. I couldn't forget how sad I was when my father and him was not around to eat my spagetti. I couldn't forget how it was the last time I cooked spagetti for him and he didn't ate it. I couldn't forget the last time he ironed his clothes. I couldn't forget what he wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget his smile. I couldn't forget how we quarrel. I couldn't forget how he sat at the chair and watched television with me. I couldn't forget the year was the first year I did not celebrate Moon Cake festival with him, and it was the last time I could do so. I couldn't forget it was the first time I didn't gave him anything for his birthday and it was the last time I could do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget how I promised that I'll celebrate his birthday this year. I couldn't forget the way he talked.  I couldn't forget his things. I couldn't forget  the times we played together.  I couldn't forget the smell of his hair spray. I couldn't forget how he tried to copy my signature. I couldn't forget how we played at the pool. I couldn't forget the time playing at the beach with sand castles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't accpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal, yes.&lt;br /&gt;But my wounds are still raw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112306855361509817?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112306855361509817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112306855361509817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112306855361509817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112306855361509817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-you-know-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112289911848649286</id><published>2005-08-01T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:25:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM THE WINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just talk about my dinner!! Madam Sharifah was not here so we had free period at the library. I saw a recipe and began looking through it. THEN, we decided that we need to have some decent meal together so we had our dinner together outside our school. A pity my mummy was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Curry fish head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/fishhead.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and sour pork,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sweet_and_sour_pork.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and broccoli with scallop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse these are not the real pictures. They are taken from &lt;a href="http://yahoo.com"&gt;YAHOO&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish head is not fresh and there are very less vegetables in it. The sweet and sour pork and broccoli with scallop tasted nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our fill, we started playing 'Zong Ji Mi Ma'. One of us will write out a number and let the others see first. Then we will tell them the range of the number. The person who said the number out will have to eat what we gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchified were punished for about eight times, Ohm five time, dar four time. I was only punished for two times!!! I didn't know why was I so lucky today. =D For the first time, we will add the chilli sauce nto the curry sauce YUCKS. Then we'll slowly add more and more things like onion, green pepper and dar suggested the curry leaves in the curry!! Wahahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dar tried to make me get punished by telling Ohm the correct number. BUT her conscious got over her and she said I need not get punish. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every monday's bag is so heavy! SIANZ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112289911848649286?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112289911848649286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112289911848649286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112289911848649286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112289911848649286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-winner-ill-just-talk-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112281134923814341</id><published>2005-07-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:02:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ge Dou Tian Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blog today because I'm watching Mr fight staring 5566 and sweetie. =D It will only be aired on sunday. So sad..But then it's better than nothing. Ren Fu is so dran darn darn SHUAI in there. But in the first scence he was beaten up by Qie Zhi. Hurhur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/TTVimage1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge Dou Tian Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/yingqi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/yuqiao1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Qiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/youli.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/xiaokui.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Kui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112281134923814341?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112281134923814341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112281134923814341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112281134923814341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112281134923814341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/ge-dou-tian-wang-cant-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112271085016585162</id><published>2005-07-30T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:10:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yo I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back after much thoughts yea~ My previous station&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://xpinkzx.diaryland.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xpinkzx&lt;/a&gt;.  Read through my entries in xpinkzx and well...I really prefer the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my shout box. Please help me tag okay? Look at how KAWAII it is! Hahas. I've tried looking fo new templates but to no avail. Can someone design some nice templates for me? Hahas. I have thoughts of using back diaryland because I think it's more user friendly. But better not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Studied for the monday test just now. At the rate I'm doing my work, I'll never study finish. Bitchified agreed to teach me E maths. YEAH! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to just pour out all my feelingss and thoughts. Don't get enough of me okay? But if you get sick of me, don't read my blog the next time. Or maybe...you could try closing your eyes. Hahas. Just like Jolin Tsai's song 'Zhen Yi Zhi Yan, Bi Yi Zhi Yan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, do you all really allow me to be true to my blog? Will my friends be able to take it. Can I bring myself to say out everything? I have so many 'buts' today. I guess I can since I'm not &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;. Or maybe even err....&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;SPG&lt;/a&gt;?? No...not her. Guess most of the bloggers would have know her. She's on the news quite lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, forgive me for not letting you all know. Somethings are hard to say. Hard to bring it out on the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112271085016585162?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112271085016585162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112271085016585162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112271085016585162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112271085016585162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/yo-im-back-back-after-much-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112264413956520820</id><published>2005-07-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:35:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Changed for the better ? Or worst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through my past entries and I found out that my style of writing has changed quite alot. Not my language.... Go read out my past entries and you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't express myself so openly like the past. I'm not as humorous like the past. It just ain't the same. I didn't even discover it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;Try to change.&lt;br /&gt;Change to suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I really don't feel like myself. I could watch the television till half and just stare into spaces into around the room. And begin to think and think.  I don't feel like expressing how I felt all the while. Can I try? Can I really open out myself? I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't wanna know what I hide from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112264413956520820?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112264413956520820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112264413956520820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112264413956520820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112264413956520820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/changed-for-better-or-worst-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112263489983862251</id><published>2005-07-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:01:39.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historic moment huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first time helping my friends to put their plates back at the store without anyone accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my usual bus today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/200196682-006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only someone would understand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112263489983862251?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112263489983862251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112263489983862251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112263489983862251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112263489983862251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/historic-moment-huh-today-was-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112254675935154362</id><published>2005-07-28T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:35:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hard to decide what to do. Choir and O levels, both are as important. Some may be laughing now, who would choose choir? BUT we really love choir alot! If we want to take the choir test, we have to go for practise and there is already not enough time for revision. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have enough members to go for the test, we will not be joining them. I feel like we're abandoning them. WE know our choir is the not strong and the least we could do is to have a few more members. Hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Cheng gave us precious advices on our O today. I still remember how we used to treat her. NOW, we love her more than how we used to hate her. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was being ostracized today when Madam Yeo asked Bitch and Ohm to go over to her class. Urgh!!! I know my chemistry is weak, but do she have to separate us? I think she's one teacher who won't think of the students' feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no mass P.E today because the P.E teachers went for the secondary two camp. And Mr Zul spent the time nagging and nagging at the whole school. From academic to appearance.&lt;br /&gt;We were scolded by Mrs Krishnan again for not bringing our phrase book. And that took one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the teachers know how stress we are. Somehow I feel, some of the teachers have already given up hopes on some of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During physics SSP today (I was not in a good mood) , Mr Yap acted cute. I mean...imagine a teacher acting cute. Wouldn't you feel irritated too. And I mumbered 'crazy' and he saw it. He didn't scold me but asked me why wasn't I doing my work. PLEASE, my Bitch was also not doing! And I told him that, then he asked my Bitch. SIANZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be having retest for chemistry and history next week. I passed my A maths retest but it was not good enough for a retest. I didn't bother to study just because my tuition teacher had gone through some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my father is really...like a rollercoaster. Our conversation contains less than ten sentences in a week, I think. Many would have expected me to talk to my father. But, he's my father. Shouldn't he care and ask about me? Instead of the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ohm's mother would be able to find a chemistry teacher. If she can find one, Ohm and I will be tuitioning together. =) Hope she'll be able to find one please. I seriously need a tuition teacher for my chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112254675935154362?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112254675935154362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112254675935154362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112254675935154362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112254675935154362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-really-hard-to-decide-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112245728209715643</id><published>2005-07-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:56:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantom of the opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my picture to Christine and Meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Raj was not around for P.E today and Madam Wee took over. It took one period before the P.E room was open. Bitch, Ohm and I were sitting at the stairs and singing, our own mini concert. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Madam Wee suddenly came and we went into hiding. Our class were scolded because people who were not attired were playing while people who were attired were not. Then we played Captain ball. It was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No english SSP today and we skipped A maths SSP. At first, we heard from 'don't know who' that we only had to bring the work sheet home to do. Then suddenly they said must go again. Sianz~ So in the end, we skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, the library setted up a booth outside the canteen and there was many Agartha Christie's book!! And I borrowed two. =D 'Miss marple's final case' and 'sad cypress'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz!! I don't know why is Miss Toh not free on friday. Now we have to tuition on saturday. I hate to do things which I dislike. If we tuition on friday, I'll have the whole saturday for revision or other stuffs. Shouldn't we do only the things we like if we can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if people do trust me like how I trust them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if they do love me like how I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I thinking too much? And making life miserable for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of 'Think of me'  (Phantom of the opera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;think of me fondly,&lt;br /&gt;when we've said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;once in a while -&lt;br /&gt;please promise me&lt;br /&gt;you'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRMIN&lt;br /&gt;Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDRE&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret, Firmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;When you find&lt;br /&gt;that, once&lt;br /&gt;again, you long&lt;br /&gt;to take your heart back&lt;br /&gt;and be free -&lt;br /&gt;if you&lt;br /&gt;ever find&lt;br /&gt;a moment,&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Transformation to the Gala. CHRISTINE is&lt;br /&gt;revealed in full costume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said&lt;br /&gt;our love&lt;br /&gt;was evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging&lt;br /&gt;as the sea -&lt;br /&gt;but if&lt;br /&gt;you can still&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;stop and think&lt;br /&gt;of me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;we've shared and seen -&lt;br /&gt;don't think about the things&lt;br /&gt;which might have been . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me,&lt;br /&gt;think of me waking,&lt;br /&gt;silent and&lt;br /&gt;resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me,&lt;br /&gt;trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;to put you&lt;br /&gt;from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall those days&lt;br /&gt;look back&lt;br /&gt;on all those times,&lt;br /&gt;think of the things&lt;br /&gt;we'll never do -&lt;br /&gt;there will&lt;br /&gt;never be&lt;br /&gt;a day, when&lt;br /&gt;I won't think&lt;br /&gt;of you . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Applause, bravos. Prominent among the bravos, those&lt;br /&gt;of the young RAOUL in the MANAGERS' box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;Can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Can it be Christine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he raises his opera-glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a change!&lt;br /&gt;You're really&lt;br /&gt;not a bit&lt;br /&gt;the gawkish girl&lt;br /&gt;that once you were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lowering his opera-glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may&lt;br /&gt;not remember&lt;br /&gt;me, but&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;We never said&lt;br /&gt;our love&lt;br /&gt;was evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging&lt;br /&gt;as the sea -&lt;br /&gt;but please&lt;br /&gt;promise me,&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you will think of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112245728209715643?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112245728209715643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112245728209715643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112245728209715643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112245728209715643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/phantom-of-opera-changed-my-picture-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112237169098591405</id><published>2005-07-26T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:54:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Unreal Banana peel~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare last night.  I dreamt that my brother and I were in the living room watching television. I suddenly ran into the room because I remembered someone said the vampire will appear at night. Then suddenly it's morning already and I went out of my room. I saw my grandfather and then my brother was lying in a pool of blood. I shouted ' what happen??' Then Rina replied that she don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was about to call my dad and he came out just in time. I told him I want to show him something and that he must not react too big.  Then we asked my brother what happen and he replied weakly 'teoh...' And I said 'what teoh..qucik say..' AND HE SAID ALBERT TEOH!!!  Then I was so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next scence I was already in school and I called the police. I said ' I'm callinkg from Seng Kang Seconday School and I want to report a teacher, Mr albert teoh. He pretended to be a vampire and killed my brother'. Then I saw Albert teoh, and he appears to be even more bald. And I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew. I hate this dream.  I told F4nHai about my dream and when we walked past Teoh's class, I said very loudly 'murderer'. Hahas. I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say that my Bitch is with HIM right now. I do feels sad for *her but then...we can't help but remembers how *she treated my Bitch the other time round. And *she was the one who wanted a break up. *sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN kept looking at Ohm today! And he stills keeps on saying that it was Ohm who look at him. And he even said 'don't always look at me lah, I know I very handsome' Hahas.!! How can they do it during SSP time? They should be concentrating. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so FAT!!! I'm so tired these two weeks that I just sleeps and sit all day long. Had to study for so many stuffs. My class is divided in two classes from today onwards during Chemistry lesson. Madam yeo is so SLY!!  She took all the good students and left us with the new teacher, Miss Goh. Miss Goh teaches better than Madam yeo!! AT LEAST, she's able to capture our attention. AND we listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six more weeks to Prelim!! GOSH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112237169098591405?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112237169098591405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112237169098591405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112237169098591405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112237169098591405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/unreal-banana-peel-yawn-had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112228151938905205</id><published>2005-07-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:25:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOING CRAZY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woke up today feeling so darn tired. And so I treated it as a bad sign since I always will be in a bad mood the whole day if I'm tired. BUT then!! When I was on the way to school in the bus, that malay dude sat with me. Hurhur. &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/emo013.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  Hees. So I guess my day wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag is so heavy and made me have headaches during the lessons. Felt so stress all of a sudden and I went crazy. Ohm were mimicking my 'crying' . And the both of us turn up laughing and laughing after each cry. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rest now. Homework still not done yet. URGH!!  I need my medicine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/13693701948586l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better. *phew.  JUn Yang's my medicine oh WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/male_hagen.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I'm going crazy today. Hahas!!! Although he's out BUT!! He'll make it as a hair stylist. =D Or maybe a singer one day. Who knows? Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112228151938905205?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112228151938905205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112228151938905205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112228151938905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112228151938905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/going-crazy-today-stress-woke-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112221178839525306</id><published>2005-07-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:29:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANZ!!  Couldn't believe it! The party started in the night.  We reach there at about 11am and we sat around and I took care of the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Javier each ride a bike and Javier don't know how to ride.  AND he refuses our help to push his bike. When he couldn't 'push' himself forward and Cheryl is behind him, he would turn and scold and hit Cheryl. Blaming her as if she had caused him not to be able to ride a bike. I was the only one taking care of the both of them. *tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 12pm we went to the coffee shop for our lunch. Everyone had fishballs noodles except my auntie. They said that the noodles is very nice but I think it tasted so-so. I couldn't finish my noodle. On the way to the coffee shop and back, I had to chase after Javier and Cheryl. *tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around and they  started preparing the ingredients. Javier had his nap while Cheryl continue jumping about and playing. Chloe is very cute when she smile but she don't always smile. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunty asked me to help her peel the prawn shells. Luckily it was already cooked, so my hand won't smell fishy after peeling. After peeling, slack around and read the magazine that I've brought there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly, my aunty relatives started arriving. There were ten kids in the living room after that. Imagine how noisy and chaotic it is. The youngest is not even one year old and the oldest is only in primary one I think. They were all not shy and very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two boys played with Javier's car and refuses to 'lend' it to Javier. When they were talking, Javier talked too but they didn't heard him, and it seems like Javier wad talking to himself. Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at about eight. So darn tiring but I make it a point to update this entry.&lt;br /&gt;*dying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112221178839525306?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112221178839525306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112221178839525306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112221178839525306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112221178839525306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-sianz-couldnt-believe-it-party.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112216971747400061</id><published>2005-07-24T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:30:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/ka0325.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for chloe 1st year birthday party now. Sianz. I have been complaining since yesterday night till now. We'll be leaving our house at 10.00am! Why do we need to leave so early? And reach so early?? My father actually suggested that we'll took a cab there later but I'm afraid my auntie may wanna help in the cooking and want me to take care of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my father commented that we'll be sitting at there like logs. Not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/ka0225.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;I don't wanna go!!!!!!  URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving now, *sob.  BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112216971747400061?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112216971747400061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112216971747400061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112216971747400061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112216971747400061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/chloe-birthday-im-going-for-chloe-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112211393012007404</id><published>2005-07-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:30:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be a nerd!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/ka0020.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Honeybunch's house for tuition. Honeybunch was unhappy with Miss Toh. Miss Toh kept asking stupid questions as if we were like so stupid. Some of the questions was like err...too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tuition, Honeybunch went swimming with Jia Min and I took a cab home. On the way to the swimming pool, we bought ice-cream with bread. *yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy aka Sponge went for the National Day Preview today!! Urgh!! We don't have the tickets! But then...If I'm not going with my gang, I wouldn't go cause it's not Hui Yi Man Man Man anymore. And now that she have watch the Preview, there won't be any surprise on 09 August. I sound so jealous. &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sm063.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a nerd! Someone who's hardworking and clever. I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating so often. Just like Mr Raj had said 'don't waste time blogging!'  unless blogging is needed in the exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112211393012007404?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112211393012007404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112211393012007404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112211393012007404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112211393012007404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-want-to-be-nerd-went-to-honeybunchs.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112208120760116828</id><published>2005-07-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:30:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;National Day 2003 recollection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities bringing the moods of the audience high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir with the big banner behind us. Wee~ Look at those small little tiny marshals. Hahas!! Ahem... They were right infront of us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir with the landing of err...I forgot what's that call. Anyway, we were spinning the umbrella. Guess the picture was too small to be seen lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0063.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar's girls. Didn't really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lee with Bowen secondary school, military band. Mark Lee was darn funny and we love the 'Birthday Song' that they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0037.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lee again. Looking so proudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0085.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir with the indian song. Paduvon? (I don't know how to spell) With our silver apron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_008.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir with the song; 'Xiao Ren Wu De Xin Shen'. Don't we look so nice? Uh uh.. My fan were wet and I've to perfom with it. And ofcourse, serveral scoldings after that I hit someone with it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0108.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh arrived. *wave~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0130.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_007.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Stephanie and Iceman look alike. Bitch!! I've not forgotten what happen.&lt;br /&gt;Our SBS bus were directly beside ICEMAN's SBS bus! We knocked on the bus screen and he looked over. My bitch pointed at him and made a sign asking him for his phone number! And know what he did? He turn away!!! So embarassing!!! But then, he's still COOL. He's a china guy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Parade_005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marching in now!! With the song, we walk in harmony..with our fellow man..Blablabla..We were so high singing along the song!! Even with the sun at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/photo5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a piccture of the choir bring down a banner 'Welcome to NDP 2003' I think. Welcoming the arrival of President SR nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Parade_007.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this a picture of President SR Nathan. The man looks too white to be him. SO I guess this is a picture taken during the reharsal. With us all waving our flags and clapping our sticks. One singapore yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0148.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the real President SR Nathan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Parade_004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natinal athem being played with the flag flying over our heads. Our flag is really mesmerizing huh. It makes many people heads go up! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_011.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these. Those army guys were so COOL! Their movement were all well coordinated and fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_010.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAOH!! The touch lights were all switched on. Stunning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was being played. We were not allowed to turn our head and look at it but we took occasionally peek. It's about Sars and the all the health care workers speaking about how people avoid them and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us!! We obediently switched on our torch lights!! We were swinging it and playing with it happily. So young and childish. Oh, I feels OLD!! Hurhur.. And in the bottom it's Common wealth Secondary. There's is a girl who has exactly the same hairstyle as my bitch!! HAhas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_013.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the balloons was a Crab balloon. And while we were walking to our bus, I said 'Why is Wang Jian Fu' there and he laughed. Hahas!! Remember during Star Serach Wang Jian Fu acted as a crab?? Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/jpeg0351.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pledge taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Celebrations_005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale!! We are singapore, singaporean...Stand up, stand up for singapore... We danced and jumped around. Just like monkeys! Hahas.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/2003_Fireworks_004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, fireworks!!! Everyone was screaming!! And we were singing F4's 'Qian Ni De Shou Qu Gan Jue Yan Huo Zui Mi Ren De Ji Jie~~~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn. Tired after all these blogging.  &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/smilie_bett.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!! Sweet dreams....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112208120760116828?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112208120760116828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112208120760116828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112208120760116828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112208120760116828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/national-day-2003-recollection.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112194168489406439</id><published>2005-07-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:46:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Racial Harmony Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today performance by the teachers is so darn nice! Especially Mr Pinto who wore an indian costume and dance! HOT!! (not that kind of hot that we know) It's so mesmerizing when he's dancing. I love indian dance! So dramatic, like running around the coconut tree all that. BUT i love it! =D Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/dv1395040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeybrunch and Mummy were nicely dressed for the day but we didn't. don't know who to borrow from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yap changed our sitting arrangement today. My class were divided into groups. Bitch and Ohm is in one group and I'm in another. My group members are Melessa, Hui ping, Zheng Yang And Teng Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a bad habit of scolding my Bitch ben dan when I'm the one who is ben. No, no, no, Wo Bu Ben, Wo Shi You Fu. Was being very very lame all this while. Sianz. Unreal banana peel !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can't seem to be any interesting no matter what I do. *sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss *him lots!  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry SSP today was boring. Mdm Yeo has been eating into our recess time with her chemistry lesson. We even had to point to the clock to remind her.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we have to gather at the parade square . It's so hot. It's 12.20pm and the sun is directly shinning on us and burning us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, everyone ought to know that words can't bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112194168489406439?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112194168489406439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112194168489406439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112194168489406439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112194168489406439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112176811020524497</id><published>2005-07-19T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:01:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I survived after knowing my results. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bitch is wonderfully, sweetly in love right now.  I guess it'll be not too long till they become boy and girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mass PE is torturing. We were asked to do 'sit up...okay...push up..make some more noise..from the start again...sit up..push up..' So tiring. The E1 guys turn the ' jogging on the spot' to 'dancing on the spot'. Hahas. I thought they'll be scolded but Mr Talip didn't scold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing much to blog today....So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  LANG~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/hm.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/200146775-001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you' will stay adorable and beautiful always, Gets what you wished for. And lastly, do very very well in your O. =D Stay lively!! MUACKS!!&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/sm322.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112176811020524497?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112176811020524497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112176811020524497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112176811020524497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112176811020524497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-i-wonder-how-i-survived-after.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112167654626507657</id><published>2005-07-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:49:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks HONEYBRUNCH and MUMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Honeybrunch and Mummy made banana brownies for F3 (F4nHai). It tasted okay, though not perfect BUT we can feel the hard work from the both of you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[ how much fats does it contain??]  Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for my beloved BITCH!!! YAHOO~~ She's in love! Yea~ And I'm really so so so glad! Finally~ *phew. We had fun laughing at each other the whole day. We talked about National Day Parade'03. We talked about how great it is now that she's in love. We talked about how our friendship has improved. And ofcourse we talked about the prelim. =( She promised to teach me maths! And Ohm, don't be so sad anymore kay? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day is coming soon and I will write a post on NDP'03 on saturday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....I don't wish to write out my results for the maths. =(  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A GOAL.  Give me something to look forward to.  Give me SOMEONE to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/13481843149011m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not him sorry.  But someone whom &lt;a href="http://www.tootzguyz82.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dad old dude&lt;/a&gt; said look like.  (Hmm...what do you think?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112167654626507657?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112167654626507657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112167654626507657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112167654626507657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112167654626507657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-honeybrunch-and-mummy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112148003267287667</id><published>2005-07-16T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:13:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina is so unreasonable and stubborn!! And she stills say I'm stubborn. She was washing the dishes quite loudly in the morning and I reminded her not to do it loudly. (I said it nicely) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I doing thing wad..how to don't loudly' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can wad...you can control....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'this 1 so heavy....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'also can wad..you never c ah gong's face so black arx...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'black, black larx..i work so many yrs still wan to complain'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so u mean, u work so many years le then cannot say u?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I doing thing wad..if nv do thing then no sound la..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if u angry..u will make more noise, even put cup, not heavy also got sound...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'how u know..tt mean is u lar...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no lehx..last time u liddat..only i dun wanna sae u ...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now she's giving a black face and ofcourse she making more noise!  She always thinks she is right and others is wrong. Whenever I tried to explain things to her, she will give dozens of useless explaination. Now, I don't bother talking sense because I know she won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is someone I'm not close with or just a passer-by or someone who I need not sees everyday. I wouldn't bother wasting my time talking. Urgh. Does the problem lies with me or what.  Am I expecting too much from others? I don't care if anyone dislike me because of the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;Hate me if you want. I hate myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that I'm always the one causes any quarrels no matter whether it's at home or in school. Yes. I'm capable of making everyone angry.&lt;br /&gt;For any dispute, make me the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112148003267287667?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112148003267287667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112148003267287667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112148003267287667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112148003267287667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/tell-me-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112132725312235622</id><published>2005-07-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:08:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Prelim's over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very happy because the Pre-Prelim is over. I didn't study much, almost close to not. Except History and Social Studies because Mdm Sharifah wants a 100% passes. I wouldn't want to be the black sheep. *sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level is in a few months time. English oral is in a month time. Chinese listening is tomorrow. (Please remember to clean your ears!!) I tried to speak to Rina with my 'outmost so-called' almost perfect english and I stutter on almost every sentence. My english sucks, I know. =( That's what happen when you're raised up in a chinese speaking enviroment. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my confidence in maths. E maths especially. I couldn't do vectors and all that drawings!! I almost lose my passion in mathematics. I feel like a dead duck. I couldn't do well in most of the things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to the library with Honeybrunch and Ohm earlier on, after our meals. Borrowed two books ; 'Don't ask me why' and 'A lesson before dying'.&lt;br /&gt;Was caught in the rain while walking home. One minute the sun was still sorching hot and the next thing I know it's raining. Strange weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking buses!!! There is always not enough seats in the morning! It's bad enough when you have to squeeze with people. Some of the auntys&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; to put the blame on us, the students. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aiya...See lah~ the students &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; don't want to move in one..."  &lt;/span&gt;And then she'll start going '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cuse me, cuse me&lt;/span&gt;' , finding every possible way to move her butt across us. *kiasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tolerate and maintain my 'Xing Xiang' and not give a disturbed face, just my usual nerd face. If it really gets too far, I'll only stare. I'm not so bad to talk about the auntys because I will become one some day. But!! Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ar&lt;/span&gt;...I'll get really very irritated of their butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the aroma of todays' soup. It's making me drool. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rina~~"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112132725312235622?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112132725312235622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112132725312235622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112132725312235622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112132725312235622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/pre-prelims-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112116349078957910</id><published>2005-07-12T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:40:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO KITTY PLAY WITH US TODAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blogskin and I feel so much like acting KAWAII &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nehx&lt;/span&gt;~  My mummy aka &lt;a href="http://pushingontherewindbutton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sponge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pushingontherewindbutton.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has a blog!! Oh my gosh! Hahas. Didn't really expect her to have a blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dar aka Paris Hilton came to my house to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; A maths. She spent almost half of our time doing her blog and we ended up getting the same one back. We kept on trying and changing and then with one move wrong, we've got no choice but to use the same one back. =( And I've a new nick for my dar; honeybrunch. Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Dollars and cent supermart and brought facial foam, chicken vegetables canned soup and THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS. The canned soup taste like the tomato vegetables soup from Pizza Hut. YUMMY. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;breakfast of champions, it is known as Weet-Bix and it tasted very dry and eek. But it is LOW FAT!!!! Hurhur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeybrunch helped me to put on eye-liner and asked me to draw my eyebrow. Er...I looked like Crayon Shin Chan. Hahas. Not that cute I think. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112116349078957910?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112116349078957910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112116349078957910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112116349078957910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112116349078957910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-kitty-play-with-us-today-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112099850790026507</id><published>2005-07-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:28:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired!! ( I think I aways am..)&lt;br /&gt;Helped Rina and Rini to peel the prawn shells in the morning and afternoon. My hand smell so fishy! And then I went on to cutting onions. YUCKS!! But then...still the same sentence 'Wo Shi Xian Qi Liang Mu'. =) But then Rina did not compliment me eventhough I kept on emphasizing on ' you see the prawn so scary i dare to touch.... You see make until my hand so smelly but i also help you...' Hao Xin Mei Hao Bao~ Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is in quite a mess now because of Cheryl and Javier. They quarreled over my Pooh bear and tried to pull it apart. =( Xin Tong Ar... Then they began to jump on the bed and I had to try to prevent the both of them from falling. I think chasing after the both of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; helped in burning away some calories? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;...Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; study for my physics. Or should I say did not? Life has been quite a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please urge me to study please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to blog everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; possible. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112099850790026507?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112099850790026507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112099850790026507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112099850790026507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112099850790026507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/mess.html' title='MESS!!!'/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112091485693478289</id><published>2005-07-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:14:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does Lao Shu like to eat???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Dry noodle&lt;br /&gt;( Lao Shu Ai Da Mee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112091485693478289?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112091485693478289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112091485693478289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112091485693478289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112091485693478289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/ans-dry-noodle-lao-shu-ai-da-mee.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112088824025397759</id><published>2005-07-09T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T13:50:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bdae dad old dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY  BIRTHDAY DAD OLD DUDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/8048627538986l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be having A maths tuition on monday at 3.30pm and tuesday is my physics paper. I know I shouldn't complain BUT .....hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. Dad Old Dude is twenty three -year-old now!!! I don't know what to say..Hmm.. Best wishes for you and Princess Jean. =) Hurhur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112088824025397759?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112088824025397759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112088824025397759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112088824025397759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112088824025397759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-bdae-dad-old-dude.html' title='Happy bdae dad old dude'/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112081993131975259</id><published>2005-07-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:52:11.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick- Wei Jian is out of Project Superstar! WHY? I thought he had so many fans supporting him and his marks were not the lowest? Was shocked when I heard this news at first but I was even more shocked by Shu Qing and Sandra's expression. They were like...always joking type so I don't really expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dar's expression was the worst. Everyone should know by now it isn't a fair competition. What if I have just a little talent and luckily got in the audition, my family's rich till they could make thousands call for me. Won't I just know I'll definitely be the winner? Marks given by the judges are only 30% while the number of calls stand 70%. Maybe I shouldn't have said this. Anyway it's Project Superstar, to be a superstar...the number of calls matter more than your talent? Maybe if it changes it's tittle to "The Best Singer Award", that's where we'll see the real talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share something my aunt sent me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a&lt;br /&gt;successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticise your wife for&lt;br /&gt;her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in&lt;br /&gt;mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could&lt;br /&gt;not find a better husband than you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-112081993131975259?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112081993131975259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112081993131975259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112081993131975259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112081993131975259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-derrick-wei-jian-is-out-of-project.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-112073225026520955</id><published>2005-07-07T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:45:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WO HUI LAI LE le &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!! Lame, I've being on and off a few times. Was a little tired of blogging the other time when I made that mistake of wanting to end my blog. *Hug my computer and kissed it "I still love you!! I will never choose to leave you again!!" Well, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my chinese O level oral yesterday. I always thought that I was a good speaker in chinese oral until yesterday. I stumbled and couldn't think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideas to say. The news topic was 'Another newborn baby was found to be abandoned, what are your comments about it?' I don't know what to comment! Except to say 'a baby is a life, they should take the responsible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the questions asked after that;&lt;br /&gt;( What would you do if your friend tells you that she's pregnant? )&lt;br /&gt;( Health and wealth, which is the most important to you?)&lt;br /&gt;( What do you think happiness is?)&lt;br /&gt;( So are you happy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Polyclinic after my test with my gang except hai. Had flu and sore throat since saturday. Then now the sore throat is turning into cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sianz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; coffee bun - Rotiboy. The taste is quite nice, but I wonder how much fats it contains? =( Why can't my tummy just slim down. =(=( (that was my lunch) Then went to the John Little and looked at make ups. My dar was spending such a long time looking for eye-liner and when we finally found the right one!! She said it was too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we went on to look at nail polish trying at all the 'testers' which we think it looks nice. The auntie was looking at us but we continue on chatting and choosing the right one. I finally chose one and my Dar couldn't decide on which one to buy so she bought the same as me. Dar, so my taste...not bad right? Hahas..Anyway..I seriously think we look like those cheap-skate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sixteen year old boy killed himself because of love. His girlfriend broke up with him. Shall not comment too much, it's not good to talk about the dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; please...before we do everything, do think of the consequences. His parents would be so upset. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that song, Huang Yi Da - Na Nu Hai Dui Wo Shuo. Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for my medicine!!&lt;br /&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/9480841-112073225026520955?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/112073225026520955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=112073225026520955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112073225026520955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/112073225026520955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/07/wo-hui-lai-le-le-le-le-le-im-back-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111776724042265733</id><published>2005-06-03T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:54:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CLOSING DOWN OF BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be blogging anymore. I guess you guys will also be tired of hearing me talking and talking about *him. I've decided not to neglect my diary anymore. I'm back to the 'old' way of writing. But then who knows? I may be back someday.&lt;br /&gt;So...It's up to you guys whether if you wanna continue coming back to my blog to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I miss *him. Love *him. So much that I couldn't believe myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111776724042265733?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111776724042265733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111776724042265733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111776724042265733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111776724042265733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/06/closing-down-of-blog-will-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111772396760022727</id><published>2005-06-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:52:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OHM !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet sixteen~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, it's everyday. Just like a routine I had to do. The distance between &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; is getting wider and wider, conversation getting colder. I don't always see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt; and I still don't make use of the time I see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will try to pretend normal. I will try to bring myself back to the past where I would always make fun of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;Volt dar, I will listen to you. I will talk to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt;. I will act normal. I will laugh, joke and speak more. Hopefully this will bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; closer back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched one drama today, I don't what's the tittle cause I just happen to see it. The man said " when you love someone, you will be afraid. Afraid that he/she will be unhappy. Afraid that he/she will be hurt. Afraid..............blablabla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and all your dreams will be fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111772396760022727?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111772396760022727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111772396760022727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111772396760022727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111772396760022727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-ohm-sweet-sixteen-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111755233781177010</id><published>2005-05-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:42:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Career Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore high heels for the first time today. Had to walk carefully plus gracefully. Hahas. I can't walk gracefully! Everyones' dressed up to the nine but our behaviour....err....So noisy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ping wore a skirt today!!! Wee~ weet~ She look really very pretty with make up!! Ying Xi look very very pretty too. So different. Shu Nu!!! Though Hui Ping wear a skirt, her actions is still very erm...like a boy. She sits with her legs so open, we can see her sexy tigh. Hahas. =)&lt;br /&gt;S Liang look so "si wen" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Quest is so tiring and a little bored. Just walking around the school, listening to talks. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all my talks now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!! (there are still more at hp's camera, but I have to wait for her to send me) Credited to Ohm's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/hp.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/darnhp.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volt dar and Hui Ping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/0906.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself and volt dar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/130209.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchified, ohm and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/siNI.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohm and Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111755233781177010?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111755233781177010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111755233781177010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111755233781177010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111755233781177010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/career-quest-wore-high-heels-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111744504455429308</id><published>2005-05-30T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:24:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S OVER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Hahas. Finally chinese is over. I guess I will at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; pass but I can't be sure what grade I will get. Give me A2!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Dad old dude and gang went back for reservist today. Take care guys!! (they won't be able to read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Went to Compass Point just now to buy the clothes for tomorrow - Career Quest. It's so hard to look for clothes and shoes. Urgh~ But in the end we manage to. Just now I was trying clothes at Ness then I don't think it look nice so I told me Dar "don't need to show them" then suddenly....*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;. She pulled open the curtain and I had already taken off the pants!!!! *ahh So paiseh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Then we went to Charles and Keith to buy our shoes. My dar suddenly told me that a group of girls kept looking at us and I looked up. It's April, my primary school friend. So glad that she hasn't forgot about me. Then she said " O level still go out buy shoe" Hurhur. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I gave a letter to my mortal today about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt;. I love to tell people about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt;. (i can repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat.) I think my gang should be sick of hearing the story. Hees~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Few more days and I've like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt; for two years. We may not contact, but those memories still keeps me going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Dad old dude always LOVE to lie to me that he's going abroad to study larx...this and that...And he'll always say "Though we shall part, but blablablabla..." Forgot already. Will ask him the next time and post it kies. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111744504455429308?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111744504455429308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111744504455429308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111744504455429308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111744504455429308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-over-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111737389390981842</id><published>2005-05-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:38:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Going crazy soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me nowadays. My temper is really bad. I can't stand little things and urgh....O's chinese tomorrow. *worried&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what the problem is with myself.  =(&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please stay away from me. Don't joke with me, don't smile at me, don't talk to me. The best is not to care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111737389390981842?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111737389390981842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111737389390981842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111737389390981842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111737389390981842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/going-crazy-soon-i-dont-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111692854420932157</id><published>2005-05-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:41:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's okay if *you didn't save my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/quote.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111692854420932157?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111692854420932157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111692854420932157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111692854420932157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111692854420932157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-okay-if-you-didnt-save-my-number.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111669012801132607</id><published>2005-05-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:42:08.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar and Ohm came to my house today to study. Did very less work. Dar and I end up dancing at any music and we were behaving like crazy girls. We even tried Yoga and tried to force our legs up our heads. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;I put *his photo on my table and I told dar and ohm that he's my boyfriend. (I know I think too much) Hahas. I like it, what can you do? Wahahas. *evil.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow our FATS may be gone after all those dancing BUT someone suggested going downstairs to get some food. End up with the table filled with tibits. =p Fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              *YAWN&lt;/span&gt;  I'm tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111669012801132607?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111669012801132607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111669012801132607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111669012801132607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111669012801132607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/dar-and-ohm-came-to-my-house-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111667530005683543</id><published>2005-05-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T19:35:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wo Hao Ai Ta Hao Ai Tai !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yong Yuan Yong Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;Zhi You Xiang Xing, Qi Ji Jiu Hui Chu Xian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111667530005683543?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111667530005683543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111667530005683543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111667530005683543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111667530005683543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/wo-hao-ai-ta-hao-ai-tai-yong-yuan-yong.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111651156678167139</id><published>2005-05-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:06:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh huh, this is my shit&lt;br /&gt;All the girls stomp your feet like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna to happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you were talking shit&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't think that I would hear it&lt;br /&gt;People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;That's right, put your pom-poms downs, getting everybody fired up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna to happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;No principals,no student-teachers&lt;br /&gt;All the boys want to be the winner, but there can only be one&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you&lt;br /&gt;That's right I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna to happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say this shit is bananas&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;(This shit is bananas)&lt;br /&gt;(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna to happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111651156678167139?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111651156678167139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111651156678167139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111651156678167139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111651156678167139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/uh-huh-this-is-my-shit-all-girls-stomp.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111648857037045327</id><published>2005-05-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:42:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Study...Study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such a terrible cramp these three days!! URGH. Didn't went to school on monday and Mdm Yeo demanded a letter so I went to see a doctor on tuesday but he said he can't give me the MC for Monday. Had health check yesterday, everythings alright. =) Then I tell the nurse I every month *suffer* pain and had to take pain-killer and she said will refer to a clinic for check-up.&lt;br /&gt;Do people go and have check up just because they have cramps every month? *siao Like a bit too exagerated. And to be more "high class", you can call it Dysmennorrhoea. Such a long name. May not go to the check-up, waste of money. I've check up on Dysmennorrhoea and it's nothing big. Even if I go for the check-up, the doctor will onlyl give me pain-killer. Unless they check out that I suffer pain because of other problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Shao Nai Nai~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111648857037045327?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111648857037045327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111648857037045327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111648857037045327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111648857037045327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/study.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111625395460339068</id><published>2005-05-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:09:50.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physics = 23/65&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry = 10/65&lt;br /&gt;A maths = 47/80&lt;br /&gt;E maths = 48/100&lt;br /&gt;MT = 30.5/80&lt;br /&gt;MT compo = 46/60&lt;br /&gt;Social studies = 17/25&lt;br /&gt;History = 17/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control! Don't scream. Kay, this is my results. BAD. Be prepare to see my improvement in pre-prelimary. The most important is have confidence in yourself and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Study=~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!! You guys won't believe what happen. LIONEL TEO is so damn SIAO SIAO SIAO!!! He hack into my dar and my mummy hotmail and friendster. He changed my dar's friendster profile and deleted all her testimonial and friends and hotmail contact!!! CRAZY!!! Is this an act of a guy? OH MY GOD!!! SISSY~ -disgusted&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/9480841-111625395460339068?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111625395460339068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111625395460339068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111625395460339068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111625395460339068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/physics-2365-chemistry-1065-maths-4780.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111608364942523630</id><published>2005-05-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:14:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;I just want to vent everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop myself from blogging too much. Too much about how I feel. I try to stop people from understanding the real me. Sometimes I just want to tell everyone how I feel, or maybe even one person. I want everyone to understand me without letting them in to my thoughts. I want them to know how sad I am without showing. It's too much to ask for. I ask too much from myself. I just want to show the good side of me and not those dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to know how their words hurt. How their expression hurts. And even the things that happen hurts. I tend to think too much on weekend. The past will always flash back no matter how long it had happen. Even if it's one years, three years or even five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking why my "mother" left me and my brother twelve years ago. I don't have any memories of her. No one tells us what happen. Did she left because of another man? Or was it really because she wanted freedom. My brother even thought it was my father who drove her out. I'll never think that way. I can't imagine how a woman can abandon her children, her children who had just learn to talk and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was two years old then. I compared the age of Javier and Cheryl when they were two to my brother. They had so much love from everyone especially Javier. What about my brother? When he was two, he was probably crying for his so called "mother". I wonder if only she had not left, would none of these happen to us. How can she let us watch others mothers  by their side. How can she broke my father's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counsellor told us that my brother said whenever he sees others mother by their children side, he will feel angry. Yes, anger. How should I name her. SLUT? I think she's even worst than that. But don't worry, I look for her when I grow up. I want her to feel guilty, regret. But she may be dead now even before I find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING HAPPEN BECAUSE OF HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if she had ever love-d us before. If she ever did miss-ed us in this twelve years. Not a news and all the while she had never came back to take a look at us. YET. She let us caught her with another man after two years when she left. Why did she came to our house downstair.&lt;br /&gt;LING GEOK LAN!!!  F**KER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't anyone dare to side with her. If not because of her....I believe we'll be like a normal family. Nothing would have happen!!! NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she finds us now. Nothing she do can bring back my brother. The only thing she can do is to GO TO HELL and explain all her stupid excuses to him. The first thing I'll ever do when I see her will be a slap. Be it raining with lightning or thunder. She DESERVES it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111608364942523630?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111608364942523630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111608364942523630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111608364942523630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111608364942523630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-want-to-vent-everything-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111607998135427169</id><published>2005-05-14T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:14:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so hardowrking today. I studied six hours plus today. Did chemistry 10 years series, physics 10 years series and chinese 10 years series. Actually I wanted today to be an "intensive chemistry revision" but end up studying three hours and I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went out wth dar, bitch and mummy because of that too. Ahh. I want to go to a JC and so I have to work very hard to improve my grades. I have the determination to do so whenever I think of *him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU XIMEN!!!! Hurhur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111607998135427169?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111607998135427169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111607998135427169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111607998135427169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111607998135427169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-hardowrking-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111597958779485545</id><published>2005-05-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:19:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Commom test is over!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But O level chinese is in two weeks time! *scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got B3 for my social studies paper. I aimed for a A! =( Cause I studied quite hard for the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind, got to study hard for O so really won't be updating soon. Hahas. Best is don't come to my blog till after december. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care everyone. Study now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111597958779485545?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111597958779485545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111597958779485545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111597958779485545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111597958779485545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/commom-test-is-over-d-but-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111562747524864590</id><published>2005-05-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:04:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sweetening once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. He told me he likes me too. And he asked me to study hard right now and he'll work hard now. It's somehow an agreement to each other. Hmm. Like an agreement before marriage. =D It's a little drama and I won't go further details on it incase some people can't stand it. HurHur. It feels so real that I still have the feeling of happiness. I have the feeling like it really happen and that I must study hard for his sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya....It's a dream. It'll either make me happy or sad. Sad as in I know it'll never happen or maybe because it gives me false hope. HAPPY! Well...Because I'm able to lie to myself that someday it'll happen and this is a hint that he like me too. Don't say I think too much. I feel happiness right now. *flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It''s a dream. But, also a dream will probably come true.&lt;br /&gt;=D *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't put my heart down to study chemistry. I'm gonna fail it tomorrow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ater &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;elon I miss Ya!!!&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/9480841-111562747524864590?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111562747524864590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111562747524864590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111562747524864590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111562747524864590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweetening-once-again-i-had-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111555579269465895</id><published>2005-05-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:36:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy sha la la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with haining aka mummy, hui zhong and Wei Min. Yup...Hui yi man man man. I can't describe how happy I am now! =) Cause I saw him. Though it's only a short while but well....Hees....&lt;br /&gt;*SWEETENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111555579269465895?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111555579269465895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111555579269465895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111555579269465895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111555579269465895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-sha-la-la-la-met-up-with-haining.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111545887101077663</id><published>2005-05-07T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:42:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relink me guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misssixtyluvsly.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/misssixtyluvsly.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111545887101077663?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111545887101077663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111545887101077663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111545887101077663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111545887101077663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/relink-me-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111519956896836497</id><published>2005-05-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:39:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIRING EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hwee Min kissed F4 and Hai today but she didn't kiss M*** ***. Opps. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HurHur~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had chinese test today. The composition was pretty easy but the paper was so-so I think. Ahhh..Can't blog..My eyes hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111519956896836497?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111519956896836497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111519956896836497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111519956896836497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111519956896836497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/tiring-eyes-hwee-min-kissed-f4-and-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111503101458918905</id><published>2005-05-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:50:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEK!!! Rina found ants' egg on my study table today!! Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;(no elaboration) *PUKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dar came to my house to study again. Hahas.I played the NDP`03 songs and we end up dancing the dance. We fogot most of the dance steps already. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we started studying, we went to had desserts and we bought tibits! We spooted one tibit call Corn Chee. Opps! It sounded so pervert and strange. HurHur. So that means that corn has female and male too? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;To those who read my dar's blog: what she wrote is all fake okay. Ruined my reputation. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111503101458918905?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111503101458918905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111503101458918905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111503101458918905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111503101458918905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/eeek-rina-found-ants-egg-on-my-study.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111501458603774102</id><published>2005-05-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:16:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111501458603774102?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111501458603774102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111501458603774102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111501458603774102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111501458603774102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-everyone-and-everything-sob.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111487136143459423</id><published>2005-04-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:31:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*YAWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studied finshed only the rise of venice but not yet the fall. Can't believe I did so LESS thing today!! Got to speed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had study group today with my dar and ah si. I seriously think that I can't study with my dar. =p We were more of playing than studying. We were listening to the radio while doing our work and sometimes you know you'll  follow the beat and move with the music. I did that and my dar laughed then we end up having fights using the beat of the music. Lame! Hurhur. We did only ONE pathetic E mathematics question and a few on A mathematics tuition homework. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar....So sorry I spoilt your watch today. I didn't know I'll hit it so hard and the other needle went coming off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muacks!! Love you lots horx!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Don't say I always do wrong thing then say this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Papa bought pocky-milk flavour for me. So nice! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way who knows when is Mothers' Day? My mummy aka Hai HINTED me that Mothers' Day is coming. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to study the fall of venice now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111487136143459423?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111487136143459423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111487136143459423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111487136143459423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111487136143459423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/yawn-studied-finshed-only-rise-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111478280445401649</id><published>2005-04-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:57:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thank God for giving me great friends. Friends who won't abandon me, backstab me and is always willing to give me a helping hand. Through this incident, I realised that I'm so blessed! I don't have friends who would just turn their back on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends? No one is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll always remember what my uncle had said. Before you hate anyone, think of the person's good points and bad points. Weigh them and compare if the bad points are more than the good points. Normally the person will always have more good points then bad points. Think it over and cool down. Don't ever let your anger control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't listen to rumours or things you DID NOT see. Words can't break bones but they break hearts. I don't understand why people can behave like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like the idom, some people can't even compare themselves with animals. It's hard to trust someone who had speak ill of everyone before. A leopard never changes it's spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111478280445401649?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111478280445401649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111478280445401649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111478280445401649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111478280445401649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-thank-god-for-giving-me-great.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111476873656138502</id><published>2005-04-29T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:58:56.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A leap of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went audition for the movie - "a leap of love". They were looking for two characters. Li-ann(little Wong Li Lin) and Kim(little Li Lin best friend). We were asked to pair up and were given a script each. She then chose which of us to be which character. She said my dar and I looked like twin!! Stange!! Hahas. And she had to asked us to take off our spectacles so that she could chose. I acted as Li-ann and my dar, kim. We were not chosen in the end but then it's a good experience. Actually I wanted to act as Kim while my dar want to act as Li-ann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Li-ann is intelligent then so called the more mature one in their group. Like reading and she don't believe in fortune telling. Kim is very vain and she likes HERSELF alot plus she always think about BOYS!! Hahas. I thought I could carry the character-kim better because I could exagerate. HurHur. Hwee Min and Jia Hui were asked to fill up the application form. Urgh.... *jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We've tried our best. it's not always the result which is the most important. The process and the thing you learnt are the most important factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A good experience!! =) Trying doesn't hurts or kill you. Always try new things and well...Learn from it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111476873656138502?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111476873656138502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111476873656138502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111476873656138502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111476873656138502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/leap-of-love-went-audition-for-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111468036658022658</id><published>2005-04-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:26:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got scolded by Mr Yap today because I got zero for my physics test. Yea. It's pretty serious. I couldn't even guess the MCQ correctly. My God!! Anyone please help me. I don't know what's the problem with myself. I'm not like that!! =( Comparing my performance last year with this year...It really dropped. Mr Yap said if my results continue, I'm gonna fail my O level. HELP ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway thanks Xin Ying and Jing Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Journey- Zhang shao Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a long long journey  Till I know where I'm suppose to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a long long journey  and I don't know if I can believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes  I am lost and know that I must hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a long long journey  Till I find my way home to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many days I've spent  Drifting on through empty shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wondering what's my purpose  Wondering how to make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I will falter I know I will cry  I know you'll be standing by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a long long journey  and I need to be close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it feels no one understands  I don't even know why  I do the things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul  Will you break down these walls and pull me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause it's a long long journey  till I feel that I am worth the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You paid for me on calvary  Beneath those stormy skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When satan mocks and friends turn to foes  it feels like everything is out to make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause it's a long long journey  till I find my way home to you - to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111468036658022658?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111468036658022658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111468036658022658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111468036658022658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111468036658022658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/sob-got-scolded-by-mr-yap-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111459441401018617</id><published>2005-04-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:23:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR !!!!!!!! KAOZ !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I improved on everything in my napfa and passed all except my sit-up !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'll have to retest again next week !! I'm so angry. I tried my best. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm proud of my 2.4km result, 16.04 minutes. Maybe for some, this is nothing but to me it's quite an achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shuttle run improved. Inclined pull-up improved. Broad jump improved. Sit and reach improved. 2.4km improved. Sit-up improved, from 2 to 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AhhhHHhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really did tried my very very best. Why is this so? *sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind...I still got to thank daniel because he kept on encouraging me to run when I stop. And pulled me when I refuses to run. Hahas. That's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; good point of him which I can think of. Urgh. And ofcause to darryn too! Cause daniel was asking me to run but I just simply refuses and he kept on telling me to "jia you, sixty year old lady can run fast too de" Thanks huh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For standing broad jump, I've got to thank Hui ping cause she was there giving advise to those who failed their broad jump. I jumped once and passed it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had KFC for my lunch at Compass Point wth gang plus munir. Im broke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw someone but luckily...yup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so sad. Why did it turn out to be this way? I thought they'll have a happy ending. I thought...I thought...I just thought...We're outsider and we couldn't say anything more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To ** ***** : We know you're sad. Stop acting like nothing had happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To ****** : Don't know what happen between you two. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time threw me far behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Struggling to catch up with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't left me with memories which I can't bear to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me move on with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the future. Feels no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold&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/9480841-111459441401018617?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111459441401018617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111459441401018617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111459441401018617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111459441401018617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/roar-kaoz-i-improved-on-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111450593900333882</id><published>2005-04-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:46:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I got back home early, I shall blog today! Hahas. ya..lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Sharifah is absent again. Sianx. Then we'll have to see Miss Joy for exactly four periods which is equal to two hour. The first two period were history. She took one hour to go to the office to help us print the worksheet and then another hour to go down again and print again! What kind of teacher is she? During the next two period which is social studies, it's even worst! She took the entire one hour-two period to go downstair and print the worksheet. I wonder how she did it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention that I bought a new watch yesterday. My poor watch was tortured today, yes, due to it's cute appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/3b924540.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The watch will flip once you hit it. Which means that it's not very troublesome and yea...cute..Hurhur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111450593900333882?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111450593900333882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111450593900333882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111450593900333882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111450593900333882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/since-i-got-back-home-early-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111434443381761714</id><published>2005-04-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:07:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it always like that!!! *ahhHh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always lost the things which I treasure. I found my ear stud with _ alphabet and now it's lost again!! I didn't expect myself to find that ear stud back and now when I'm so happy that i've got it back...It's lost again! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111434443381761714?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111434443381761714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111434443381761714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111434443381761714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111434443381761714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-is-it-always-like-that-ahhhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111431485199136455</id><published>2005-04-24T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:16:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AhhHhh..Just watch finish NDP`03 VCD. Hui Yi Man Man Man!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a really pity for our choir junior who didn't get a chance to perform for the national day due to OUR teacher laziness. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had to go for dance practises every saturday at the indoor stadium during the afternoon and at the outdoor stadium in the evening. Had KFC for practically every week for lunch and dinner except for somedays when they gave us Pizza. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we got to know lots of friends over there. (especially those marshall) The first one that we got to know was christopher lin weimin, cause he was the one who's incharge of our school. His first impression of us ofcause was not very good. We were very playful at that time (now too) and we love to disturb him. Especially when he say "she me??" or "pardon??", he would put his hand on his ear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was once when i THOUGHT my fan had gone missing and we ran all the way to look for it then it turn out it's in my mummy's bag!! That was when I thanked him and we took the chance to get his phone number. Then we had supper sometimes after the practises and we got to know each other better. But not still very well, he's a strange guy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to know my dad old dude- Chen cong yi who's older than us yet mentality equals to us! Hahas. He's very lame and a LITTLE cute. There was once when my dar acted to have a stomache and he went around looking for medicated oil. Then through him we knew Cheng Wai and Hui Zhong. Cheng Wai...Hmm...Is very shuai and cool. A man of little words. Hahas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Zhong..Okies..My jie jie. He's someone who is quite straight-forward and very tao ren yan!!! Hahas. Fun to be with. (don't wish to elaborate le) Yawn. Opps. I didn't mean it. They're all very nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was once when OUR marshall accused us of scolding BBSS girls. URGH. And he kept telling us "if you all did scold them, just say". We didn't!! URGH. And we refuses to eat our dinner and we threw it away right infront of another marshall and he told our marshall. Normally Weimin will be the one to bring our school to the outdoor stadium but because of this, he didn't take us. We were very angry!! (more of sadness) . Hahas. I still had that picture of us looking very sad(cool). In the end, we sort things out and made him eat supper with us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were known as F4 at that time. BUT! People always thought that F4 were -me-bitch-dar and HAI!! When we were actually -me-bitch-dar and ah si!! =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's also some other marshall like Xiang long (not sly) , sherman, ma lai ren and kelvin(lao da). Lao da is very shuai and very nice nice!! It was raining heavily once and we had to stand in the rain. Everyone opened their umbrella but we refuses to open ours and he kept asking us to open. He's very cute!! Hahas. And we always say him "lao da pi gu da" cause he likes to put his pouch at his backside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherman...Hmm..I don't like him! He always says that I am a monkey. URGH...And xiang long..Don't really know him but I always chat with him online. And on the last day of NDP, I was looking all over the place wanting to take a pic with him and he's also looking for me. URGH. Unlucky. Ma Lai Ren..The oldest among the marshall. Funny and lame. Dad old due was making fun of him,dar and me (don't know when) and he said "you..monday..wednesday...friday.." and "you..tuesday..thurday..saturday.." Thick skin!! Hahas.. I requested to take a picture of him then he asked me not to sit so close to him. Urgh..I didn't even touch him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NDp`03 is really a memorable thing in my life cause I get to know ZHU TOU SI -weimin, dad old dude, hz jie and wai. And ofcause because....................Yup..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111431485199136455?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111431485199136455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111431485199136455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111431485199136455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111431485199136455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111424916466058879</id><published>2005-04-23T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:39:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four more days to my napfa test!! Ahhh!!! I'm very scared that I might fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please...Let me know that hard work do get paid off. LET ME PASS IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to study-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing is my passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111424916466058879?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111424916466058879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111424916466058879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111424916466058879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111424916466058879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/four-more-days-to-my-napfa-test-ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111417347175828310</id><published>2005-04-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:02:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shack.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 567px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="465" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/mIssSixtyLuvSly/virulent0270.jpg" width="605" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ren jie and I =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've promised Miss Lau that I will study hard. Will not be updating so often now. *sob! Nevermind, it's for the O's level sake and my sake. Do miss me everyone!! I will update in full details &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; after the Os!!! Trust me. For now, everyone just take good care and study hard. *muacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111417347175828310?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111417347175828310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111417347175828310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111417347175828310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111417347175828310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/shackcom.html' title='shack.com'/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111399458912422833</id><published>2005-04-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:56:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My money was stole today. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111399458912422833?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111399458912422833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111399458912422833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111399458912422833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111399458912422833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-money-was-stole-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111390761963168240</id><published>2005-04-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:46:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitch and I were talking about PRINCE CHARMING!! Hahas..Yea. I'm still thinking about SHUAI GE. HurHur. I miss wild wild wet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreams do come true, If you persue them with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Hello Kitty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111390761963168240?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111390761963168240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111390761963168240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111390761963168240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111390761963168240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitch-and-i-were-talking-about-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111379513313943394</id><published>2005-04-18T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:10:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to my dar's place for tuition before going to my cousin's chalet. At first my dar asked her dad if she can go to the chalet and her dad asked her to wait for him to think. Her dad realli took a very long time to think so my dar had no choice but to ask him again after about half an hour more. And know what her dad say? "Go..can go..who say you cannot go?" URGH....wahahahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we reach the chalet, we couldn't resist the sight of wild wild wet anymore and we went straight away though we have less than two hour to play before it closes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(It's our first time there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the "Shiok River" first. We didn't know that the float is for everyone to use. And bitch who has been there the second time, didn't know too. Sianz. SO we walk and walk for the one big round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went to play the playground which were meant for the children and we were too heavy to slide down. Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We then went to the "Tsunami" and I kept felling down but luckily my dar was there to hold me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The "ular lar" was the BEST!! Wee~~ We played about three times. We were scared at the first time but after that not anymore. The lifeguard there look like our sec three camp captain. WoooW!! But...They kept splashing water on us and don't let us down, there's people behind queing up and it's so embarrassing. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy and dar say one of my cousin's cousin look shuai but I think all the four of them look shuai narhx. Had buffet so we didn't really barbeque. Dar and bitch went home at about ten plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy and I were so damn sianz and there's nothing for us to do there. We went to sleep at about three plus but we only lay down and didn't sleep. It's so noisy and cold over there. The my cousin's cousin sometimes come in and take his things because his things was inside. Hahas. So paiseh. Then I faster take blanket and cover all my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy and I went to the toilet together then suddenly the door open!! Is shuai ge who open the door. Both me and mummy were shocked!! *drop jaws. Luckily at that time we were already cleaning our face and not....Or else..*ahHHhh. Hahas. Then he open the door, he also looked shock and he said sorry. CUTE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we had breakfast, we couldn't stop thinking about wild wild wet again. So we went again!! Hahaas. The first person we saw when we get there was the one who look like our sec 3 camp captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had two rounds of "shiok river" on the float. Then we went "Tsunami". That's so scary!!! We were sitting on the float and the wave kept pushing us further and further so we decided to jump down and swim back. Then my mummy jump down beofore me then when I jump down she pull me closer to her. I swim quickly back because I thought my mummy were swimming back too. When I reach the safe side, i turn and saw my mummy still at there and she kept on trying to hold something but can't. I swim back and try to pull my mummy back but she kept on pulling me down which end up with two of us gulping down lots of water. I faster swim back again and scream for the lifeguard and luckily...*phew. My mummy is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to "sky rider" then to "ular lar" again. This time we played even more times. Then we went back to the chalet but we continue to stand at the balcony and look at those lifeguard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to barbeque after that with my cousin's cousin. Then suddenly one of them kept looking at my head and I kept looking at him strangly then he say don't move, there's a spider on your head. So paiseh. Then he say wait and he help me make away the spider. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hees. After eating all of us go up the chalet and my cousin's friend, amelia, entertain us with her magic. Hahas. When there's no more move she can do, she played cards with my cousin's cousin. Then the person who left the most card must do push-up x2. Then the shuai ge which my mummy think is kept doing push-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy and I go back to the balcony and continue see shuai ge then my cousin's cousin also came out. Shortly, they bid us bye and left. Sianz. Hahas... Opps. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At about seven plus we were still looking at the wild wild wet view. It's close at that time so all the lifeguard were walking around and we could take a better view of them. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(only all the malay lifeguard very shuai. The chinese ones...look like ah gua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't went to school again because I'm so tired. Sianz larz..Kies...I'm bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111379513313943394?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111379513313943394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111379513313943394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111379513313943394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111379513313943394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-i-went-to-my-dars-place-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111345763510553746</id><published>2005-04-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:04:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ahHHHhhHH !!! ACHES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WL!!! This is the most painful aches I've ever got, hands, stomach and tighs. *urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't went to school today because of this stupid ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rina wanted to tell me to put medicated oil and she turn out to say COOKING oil. Sianz... Hahas. And I have to control not to laugh so hard or my stomach will hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just now I tried to practise my sit-up and standing broad jump but the moment I jump, WL!!! Urgh..Couldn't continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHH !!! ACHES!! *dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so unlucky!! there goes my saturday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO IS THE SEC 4 CHOIR MEMBER WHO COMPLAIN TO MDM CHENG THAT WE'RE NOT IN CHOIR LE AND STILL WE NEED TO GO FOR SO MANY CHOIR PRACTICES?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I know who you are....You WILL BE DEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111345763510553746?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111345763510553746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111345763510553746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111345763510553746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111345763510553746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhhhhhhh-aches-wl-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111339727635338515</id><published>2005-04-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:01:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As usual I fail my napfa. I fail my sit up and  inclined pull up. Two more weeks later there'll be a retest and I'll have to do my 2.4 too. SIANZ!! I'm having aches all over my body now. *yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just don't know why I can't do my sit-up. No matter how I try to pull up myself, i just can't. Don't tell me I'm so fat that I can't lift myself up. *sob. Mr Raj was standing infront of me while I was doing and I think he knew i &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;try, that's why he didn't scold me. Sec1, 2 and then now!! Everytime get scolded by him because of the 2.4km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After PE when we were walking back, he said " xiujuan..sit up only __ times only..go home and practise..." Wahahas!! Yes..He's quite nice I must &lt;em&gt;admit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choir had a meeting today and I had a little feeling like...hmm...It's like we don't belong to the choir anymore. Feels so sad and bothered about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mdm Cheng met up with the five choir judges and they commented that for our "kala kalaa" we got a silver and for the other two songs we got bronze so that's the reason why we got a bronze. But then, we got a high bronze which means, few more marks to silver!! *urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That Miss Joy is so crazy!! I think she's a witch!! I miss mdm Sharifah so much. Hope she'll get well soon and teach us again. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to my cousin's birthday chalet on this saturday. F4nHai will be going too and we're going to swim. BUT I'm begining to have a little cramp here and there...PLEASE...don't!!! *ahhHHhhhHHh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111339727635338515?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111339727635338515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111339727635338515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111339727635338515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111339727635338515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-usual-i-fail-my-napfa.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111330356233137090</id><published>2005-04-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:05:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiya!! I was going to update just now and Rina asked me to eat my dinner. Now I've got no mood to blog. Anyway we've got a bad news today. Hais. Tomorrow PE again!!!!! *ahHHhhh&lt;br /&gt;Sianz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand some guys!! Yes, and they must be from Mars whereas we're from Venus!!&lt;br /&gt;They don't treasure their girlfriends and they mention the word "break" whenever they feel that they no longer like the girl.&lt;br /&gt;The girl continue to wait for that guy, cry or even hurt themselves. But yet that guy never bother to turn back. The girl finally found the real prince charming! Someone who's willing to treasure, love and protect her. They both end up together though not many knew that.&lt;br /&gt;The heartless guy knew about it and found himself to still like that girl!! Prince charming even knew about that!! Oh no!!&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming. Woud he choose the one he love? Or would he choose to help his friend?&lt;br /&gt;That's a sad one. Yes, and whose the one getting hurt the most? Firstly the girl then the Prince charming. I don't feel sorry for that guy for, a decision he made once it's a ending that he chose.&lt;br /&gt;And again.... Bless the Prince charming and the girl to live happily ever after~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the world is fair in somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111330356233137090?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111330356233137090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111330356233137090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111330356233137090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111330356233137090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/aiya-i-was-going-to-update-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111321587510355591</id><published>2005-04-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:38:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My diet deosn't work at all!!! Because, I can't control myself &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;.... Sobs..&lt;br /&gt;Look at this pic and you'll know why I say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img219.echo.cx/img219/5117/editedgrups6ei.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111321587510355591?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111321587510355591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111321587510355591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111321587510355591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111321587510355591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-diet-deosnt-work-at-all-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111304290464763593</id><published>2005-04-09T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:40:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said you have thoughts about joining the choir EVEN BEFORE hweemin said about that choir right? I know....So how come we didn't know about it? You wanna say it's because we NEVER mention before about it? I DID ask you to help me ask your brother about the instructor, how he came to become one. I talked so many times whether if i should go NAFA and get a diploma in music!!! So don't give me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't join because you think it's good? You want me to be happy that you are joining the choir and not angry because you think it's good? You're telling me now that you're not joining because I'm angry? You giving up the chance BECAUSE of me? You think this is a very small matter and that we should just let it pass? DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT IT?? We really hate your attitude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever for once think of our feeling? That you can just FOLLOW others. NOT CHOIR!! BUT OTHER THINGS WHICH I DON'T WANNA MENTION!!! You should know it!! FOLLOW? Why not I'll say it's copy? When we didn't say anything about it, it doesn't mean we agree to that okeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you think you're not joining it because it's good. Carry on then. WHY WANNA QUIT?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone look at this conversation!!&lt;br /&gt;---: metrophiharmonic..orh..that choir quite well-known in choir de lehx..&lt;br /&gt;you : really mehx?? my brother's god father de choir lehx..waoh..i oso want to join..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me...WHO WOULDN'T THINK YOU ARE JOINING BECAUSE IT'S GOOD. And!!! Im not angry with that statement I'm angry when I asked you if you DID want to join it because you think it's good. You said " no larz..is because..I wanna have the feeling of like win others..like got victory de feeling..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean as in best friends....We're supposed to just let everything happen and yet not face to it? I think you won't understand any of the thins I've just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of it...&lt;br /&gt;So you DID not lie, Im the one who is lying OKIES?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111304290464763593?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111304290464763593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111304290464763593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111304290464763593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111304290464763593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/liar-liar.html' title='Liar Liar!!!'/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111296458130495608</id><published>2005-04-08T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:30:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitchified and I didn't went to school today because we really don't feel like going. Went for chinese oral after that and didn't do really well I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After oral, bitch and I went to cp,KFC, to have our lunch while my dar went to have her hair cut. I tried the new curry chicken and it tasted quite nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND i bought sly's CD!!! WEE~ Then I got the pass to go the the autograph session tomorrow at 3!! BUT i got tuition.... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talked alot with bitch today, mostly about studies I think. We really feel that there's not much time left and that we should not play a fool right now. I went home and revised the physics from chapter 1 to 6, those pretty easy topics and don't really have any problems in it. I think I'll revised chemistry on sunday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be having my first tuition with my dar tomorrow!!! HurHur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mummy aka HAI NING is so act!!! I join her brother'c choir, metrophiharmonic choir. She never said she want to join or anything else. BUT yesterday!!! When Hwee Min told her that, that choir is quite well-known. She said she want to join, so I said " you so act..u know is well-known then want join right?" And she said "no..I want to feel the feeling of victory" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy.... You lie to me !! *pui pui pui pui pui  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yesterday Hwee min told you le...You said "waoh!! is my brother god-father lehx..so good..i want join" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO You lied!!  Mummy you always lie to people. I hate you for that. You do things not because for your passion!! You do it because others say it's good. You are always letting others rule over you because you don't have a mind of your own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you should go "fang xing fang xing". Please don't always follow others or what!! Can't you just like do what you like. If you've join the choir earlier and not knowing that it's quite well-known...I would not have said that. BUt you did not! You want to join because IT IS WELL-KNOWN!!! And if you did not lie, I would not have been so angry!! Remember what I've said before? I said "mummy...If you ever lied to me again...I will never talk to you again" This time I shall not do this. URGH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like...You know how singing is important to me.... Urgh...I don't know what to say about you anymore. Go think about it. LIAR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111296458130495608?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111296458130495608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111296458130495608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111296458130495608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111296458130495608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitchified-and-i-didnt-went-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111287989453699163</id><published>2005-04-07T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:36:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;bronze&lt;/span&gt; for our SYF. Sorry, got absolutely no mood to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111287989453699163?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111287989453699163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111287989453699163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111287989453699163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111287989453699163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/sad-we-got-bronze-for-our-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111270295046406144</id><published>2005-04-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:09:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a look at an apple tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There might be five hundred apples on the tree, but each apple has just ten seeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a lot of seeds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We might ask, "Why would you need so many seeds to grow just a few more apple trees?" Nature has something to teach us here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's telling us: "Not all seeds grow. In life, most seeds never grow. So if you really want to make something happen, you had better try more than once." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This might mean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll attend twenty interviews to get one job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll interview forty people to find one good employee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll talk to fifty people to sell one house, one car, one vacuum cleaner, one insurance policy, or a business idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you might meet a hundred acquaintances just to find one special friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we understand the "Law of the Seed", we don't get so disappointed. We stop feeling like victims. We learn how to deal with things that happen to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laws of nature are not things to take personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We just need to understand them - and work with them. IN A NUTSHELL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Successful people fail more often. But they plant more seeds. When Things Are Beyond your control, here's something that you must NOT DO so as to avoid misery in your life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must not decide how you think the world SHOULD be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must not make rules for how everyone SHOULD behave. Then, when the world doesn't obey your rules, you get angry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what miserable people do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, let's say you expect that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends SHOULD return favours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People SHOULD appreciate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planes SHOULD arrive on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone SHOULD be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your husband or best friend SHOULD remember your birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These expectations may sound reasonable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But often, these things won't happen! So you end up frustrated and disappointed. There's a better strategy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Demand less, and instead, have preferences! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For things that are beyond your control, tell yourself: "I WOULD PREFER "A", BUT IF "B" HAPPENS, IT'S OK TOO!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is really a change in mindset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a shift in attitude, and it gives you more peace of mind . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You prefer that people are polite ... but when they are rude, it doesn't ruin your day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You prefer sunshine ... but if it rains, it is ok too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To become happier, we either need to a) Change the world, or b) Change our thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is easier to change our Thinking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN A NUTSHELL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not the problem that is the issue, but rather it is your attitude attending to the problem that is the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not what happens to you that determine your happiness. It's how you think about what happens to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111270295046406144?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111270295046406144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111270295046406144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111270295046406144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111270295046406144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-look-at-apple-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111261243719317716</id><published>2005-04-04T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:00:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY GUYS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too excited to fill up my new book with lyrics so don't feel like blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dui Bu Qi !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111261243719317716?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111261243719317716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111261243719317716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111261243719317716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111261243719317716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111251294810108236</id><published>2005-04-03T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:23:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHY US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday night my bitch and ohm came to my house and study. We finished our A maths textbook homework only!! Hahas. Then after that it was all television, television and television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We watched "Wo cai wo cai wo cai cai cai" and it's about bikinis girls!! woOo O.O Though the biggest is C and the smallest is B, their looks are very sweet. My bitch and I were trying to hope that guys would not vote for the girl just because her &lt;em&gt;breast&lt;/em&gt; is big. And it turn out to be true!! That girl with that C cup won!! *look at bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys will always be guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bitch and I may had gone so crazy that we begin to take *toot* photos with her phone. We pretend to be kissing and it turn out to look so real. I even had to pretend that I want to &lt;em&gt;rape&lt;/em&gt; her!! omg! Hahas. Scary isn't it? Hurhur....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't dare to tell my tuition teacher that today will be her last lesson. Will tell her maybe tomorrow..or another &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;..or maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after my tuition teacher left, my auntie asked if I've told her and I said no because I don't dare to. Will asked my mummy aka hai to help me message her &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My relatives went home early today because they have a wedding dinner to attend to later. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still have a whole worksheet of A maths worksheet not done, E maths homework not done, Social studies Questions not done....blabla...better get doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zZzooOOOooooOOOOOOOOoooooooOOoooooOOOoomMmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111251294810108236?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111251294810108236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111251294810108236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111251294810108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111251294810108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitchy-us-yesterday-night-my-bitch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111244652650091398</id><published>2005-04-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:56:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img126.exs.cx/img126/3531/boonnme9ev.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111244652650091398?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111244652650091398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111244652650091398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111244652650091398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111244652650091398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-brother-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111242624454691544</id><published>2005-04-02T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:17:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It rained today morning!! So cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choir today was quite relaxing and fun. Miss Lau let us listen to a CD which is by a china choir. The choir age range from 9 to 19 and all of them study music!! And they travel over the world to perform. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our choir is not taking part in National Day Parade this year because Mdm cheng says that they say that the teachers must also be with the students when they have the practises. And in order not to trouble themselves, they decided not to take part in it. But the choir may be taking part in caroling this year. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Lau asked us to smile while we sing then before that she look around and say out those who smile while they sing. Then she say "hmm..still got who everytime smile while singing huh..?" she was looking at the alto side and has not look at the soprano side mah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were singing at that time and I kept pointing to myself and she laugh and say "ya..xiujuan..i know!! You so kiasu for what? I was going to look at your side already...." Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B`bitchified and I discover one drink which can clear our throat!! Heaven and earth - green tea with honey!! =p Hurhur. *yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We sang "kan sing niang" quite nice today. Hopefully on thursday we'll sing correctly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll be singing the National Athem on the stage on tuesday!! Wahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Miss Lau say she don't know if we'll be standing on steps or on the stage and I said on the stage so that people can't see my face because I'll look so stupid with the facial expression when singing. Hahas. And she say she'll put me right infront so that everyone can see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurhur... I'm SO tall, won't I block everyone when I stand infront? Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOIR ALL THE WAY!!!! Love all of you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT!!! Jia hao always look so sianz when singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- He don't sit up straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- He don't sing properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- He never put in any effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- His excuse *huh..I'm very tired*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if he's tired, he also must at least put in the effort right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choir the most important thing yet difficult for many to do it and follow it. SIT ON THE TIP OF A CHAIR!!! Even sessional leader don't follow, tell me how is the junoir going to follow? i thought those who had gone through Miss Low should have got used to sit on the tip. I can't even sing without doing that, so is my bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Few more days and it'll be the SYF!!!!! OMG!!! All our hard work, those practises. *ahhHHh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so scared now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pray that nothing goes wrong....CHOIR, FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS!! CONCENTRATE AND DO WELL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ever missed someone so much till you feel like dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111242624454691544?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111242624454691544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111242624454691544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111242624454691544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111242624454691544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-rained-today-morning-so-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111235318890354955</id><published>2005-04-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:59:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very long and tiring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALCON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won !!!! Yea. As expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Lau called Mdm Cheng at 6am to tell her to ask us not to shout during the sports day. Hahas..So nice of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought Mac, nasi lemak, chocolates and sweets for my brother.  Ohm didn't go because her father don't allow. I don't know why parents can be so superstitious to not to let their children go visit their friend's dead brother/sister/blablablabla.... I mean...If they go and visit their dead grandparents or wad, isn't it still the same? Urgh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that went to my old house there to take a look with my mummy aka hai. Got many stares and we don't know why. Maybe cause we were wearing our school uniform. =p Then I saw my neighbour and I called him, he didn't recognise me but when I tell me who I am, he remember. Hahas.... Went to my kindergarten which is also my mummy ones. The place change so much!! Hahas....Sorry, don't wish to elaborate but hmm...it's a nice trip there!!! Hui Yi Man Man Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be having choir tomorrow. HAIS. So many homework not yet done. URGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111235318890354955?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111235318890354955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111235318890354955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111235318890354955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111235318890354955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/04/very-long-and-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111226822409722298</id><published>2005-03-31T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:04:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually didn't want to go to school today as it was raining but I'm too GUAI to skip school. hUrhUr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During pure geography lesson, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't know who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; continue the game of throwing eraser at me and daniel. I really don't know who cause NERD nerd said that it's not him. Hahas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SSP was funny today!! Teng cheah(I think) put a bomb-fart bag under clarence chair then suddenly..."POP" Everyone had a shock! I was still wondering how come the boys all walk out of the classroom. Then it's so smelly and it really smell like someone who fart lorz.. Mdm yeo also went out of the classroom and she shout "who is the idiot who cannot control the bladder? Should go and see a doctor" WAHAHAHAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That choir junoir-Thendianna really irritates me so much!! I value the SYF so much and I'm not going to let anyone spoil it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys know how she stand? She stand with her shoulder tense up like how you shrug your shoulders. And for hers...It &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; comes down!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Miss Lau asked her to relax because we can't let the judge know that we're scared or what. Everyone is looking so confident, she's the only one looking like that. I shouted and say "wah!! Got people stand until like that de arz..?? Lei!! You go teach her how to relax larz..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then after that she cry!!!!! She &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; cry !!!! Can't she understand that it's all for her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt; own good . So pissed off by her. Urgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dreamt of my brother again last night. But this time....I don't really remember how it is like. I only know I dreamt of him...and he don't look like his age of 13. It was like when he was at primary 5 or 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ku zhe dui ni shuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tong hua li do shi pian ren de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111226822409722298?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111226822409722298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111226822409722298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111226822409722298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111226822409722298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/03/actually-didnt-want-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111218401290250170</id><published>2005-03-30T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:05:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a dream last night and I really...hmm...I don't know how to describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dreamt that my dar and I were at a market. This is the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dar suddenly shouted " omg!! I saw someone who look like ah boon!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me " huh? really? don't tell me!!..don't tell me!!!" and I closed my eyes not wanting to look at the boy she's looking at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dar " faster see!! oh!!! Really is like him lorz...or mayb really is!!?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I opened my eyes and look at the person. (omg!! he really look like my bro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I purposly walked past that boy and he saw me !! But he didn't say anything and continue talking to a uncle he call "pa~" Then that uncle was selling vegetables and I'm very sure he's my brother though he's hairstyle is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if this is a good dream or a bad one. Hmm...Nevermind, I think I can handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To see your dead sibling, relative, or friend in your dream, foretells that you will soon be called on for aid and assistance. It may also mean that you miss them and are trying to relive your old experiences you had with them. In trying to keep up with the pace of your daily waking life, you dreams may serve as your only outlet in coping and coming to terms with the loss of a loved one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To see demons in your dream, represents ignorance, negativity, distress or your shadow self. It also forewarns of overindulgence and letting lust give way to your better judgment. As a result, your physical and mental health may suffer. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"In general, ghosts symbolizes aspects of yourself that you fear. This may involve a painful memory, guilt, or some repressed thoughts. You may be afraid of death and dying. Alternatively, ghosts are representative of something that is no longer obtainable or within reach. This dream may be a calling for you to move on and abandon your outdated modes of thinking and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;To see the ghost of a living relative or friend in your dream, signifies that you are in danger of malice acts by that person.&lt;br /&gt;To see the ghost of a dead friend/relative in your dream, suggests guilt and regrets concerning the past relationships with that particular person. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I passed my 2.4 today!! I'm so happy though I passed only by 11 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The choir will be singing for the whole school on tuesday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hias..Hmm..I knew that there's no true love!! I saw shannon's friendster profile just now and she has a stead now. I know I can't possibly asked her not to have stead forever or like my brother forever BUT it's not even a year pass yet...and she....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emotional stress-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111218401290250170?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111218401290250170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111218401290250170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111218401290250170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111218401290250170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/03/had-dream-last-night-and-i-really_30.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111209868837132244</id><published>2005-03-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:18:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw two dead cockroaches today!! *again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had been having mood swing nowdays, due to not enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My grandmother keeps on talking very loudly and I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hais. And I can't say anything because she's my ah ma. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then hais.... Cause of mood swing then today quarrel two times with my dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sianz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday - A maths and E maths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday- Humanities, Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday- English, choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday- Sciences, choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday- Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday- home tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday- study group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at how stress we, secondary 4, are. SIANZ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what is wrong with Ohm today. She kept laughing non-stop and even spilt water out. The whole class were making fun of her and sean. Poor thing. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Zul caught me today because of my hair and he asked me to go buy a hair-band. He didn't even catch me for my spectacle which shows that the other time, he just  catch me anyhow!! Hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm getting fatter. Hais. My arm is so fat!! Urgh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway I think I've improve on my singing of the high notes. Hurhur.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bitch said something which made me very pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys know the song "dang ni" by Cyndi? The sentence "Ru Guo You Yi Tian, Wo Hui Dao Cong Qian. Hui Dao Zui Yuan Shi De Wo, Ni Shi Fo Hai Hui Ji De Jin Tian?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She said if one day I become a PROFESSIONAL choral singer then life wouldn't be the same anymore like the past. And if I should see *him again. That sentence would suit in because I would think if *he still remember about NDP'03.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if love don't last forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What matters is the time we've spent together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you do understand me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you do know how exactly do I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone on my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL by myself.&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/9480841-111209868837132244?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111209868837132244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111209868837132244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111209868837132244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111209868837132244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-saw-two-dead-cockroaches-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111200964845327409</id><published>2005-03-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:19:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw 1 cockroach today morning when I was going to school !! Yucks..Then when I was going home just now, I saw 1 dead 1 again !! Urgh..So unlucky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought myself a new black pen and it cost triple the amount of my previous one. The previous one costed me $0.90 while this costed $3.00!! I didn't know it was that expensive then I just went and pay for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The auntie then said "this pen arz..$3.00 lehz..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I wanted to "save" my face so I said "orh..okies.." and I gave her the money and she gave me a discount of $0.20. Hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to compass point, pizza hut to have our so-called dinner at four plus... Hurhur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dar had mushroom spagetti, ohm had beefballs spagetti and I had baked pasta-sausage mania. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mine tasted nice and I guess my dar didn't enjoy hers while ohm did. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My diet is ending up nowhere. Hurhur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But for the soup, I found one strand of hair in it!! *gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bitch gve each of us a box of chocalates and it only have 4 heart-shaped chocaltes inside. Hahas. But it tasted nice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Thanks bitch *muacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy aka hai is so fortuante today because me and dar planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. Hahas. We asked her over and we sang the RU HUA famous song +wo di yi ke xing... muack muack..Xian gei yi ge ren..muack muack..Zhi you ta neng jie shou..blablabla..+ and then kissed her. Hurhur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cong Qian Cong Qian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You Ge Ren Ai Ni Hen Jiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dan Pian Pian Yu Jian Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da Dao Wo Kan Ni Bu Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hai Yao Duo Jiu Wo Cai Neng Zai Ni Shen Bian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deng Dao Fang Qing De Na Tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ye Xu Wo Hui Pi Jiao Hao Yi Dian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wo Bu Yao Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wo Bu Yao Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zhi Shi Wo Li Bu Kai....&lt;/span&gt;&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/9480841-111200964845327409?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111200964845327409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111200964845327409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111200964845327409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111200964845327409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-saw-1-cockroach-today-morning-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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-9480841.post-111192311397465411</id><published>2005-03-27T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:31:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had tuition today morning at 11, sianz. My tuition teacher kept "breaking her voice". Hahas. I've decided to change my tuition teacher and I do feels quite sad now because ....I don't know lar.... I tend to  like someone very easily if that someone do things that touched me though it's very little or small. She's a good person but not a very good teacher. Hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may be having tuition with my dar or alone. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My relatives are all not here today because of some "don't know why" reasons. Hahas. And it's so bored without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BITCHIFIED IS BACK TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurhur. Miss you lotz bitch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go pray to my brother this saturday so hmm.... It'll be after choir practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar and bitch tell me if you want to go with me. My mummy and ohm should be anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause now is "qing ming jie" then my grandfather said have to go then I don't want to ask my father go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9480841-111192311397465411?l=misssixties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/feeds/111192311397465411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9480841&amp;postID=111192311397465411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111192311397465411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9480841/posts/default/111192311397465411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misssixties.blogspot.com/2005/03/had-tuition-today-morning-at-11-sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>mIssSixty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640328051763140272</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>
