<?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-14127682</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:11.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lastofillusions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113914427898794477</id><published>2006-02-05T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T04:57:58.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed link. yes yes i know. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so PLEASE change the link. i'll be eternally grateful. and in case you're wondering eternally in this case really means ten minutes. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113914427898794477?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113914427898794477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113914427898794477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113914427898794477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113914427898794477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-everybody-big-news.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113906321504991947</id><published>2006-02-04T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:52:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its official. im back to being happy and bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i feel as if im gna die in like precisely one hours time. seeing as its like ten now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALL THANKS TO MY DEAREST DANCING PARTNER. who happens to be my class monitress charmianlinhuixin. the 'explorers' me charmian xiping and three other people have to go through the whole oac campfire item. which means that we have to choreograph/learn three dances. well. technically speaking it isnt her fault. it was anger who went DENISE. yes yes. ive a nice name. dont wear it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we were learning the classical part. learnt both the guy and the girl parts. but had to do guy part for the item cause IM TALLER THAN CHARMIAN! just spin and spin and spin. and oh. spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. the HIPHOPPERS! i just call them the hoppers. like my sister's toy. hahs. JELLYFISH JASLIN! shes really cute. esp her jellyfish thing. and WHEE! hahs. partnered charmian again. BODYWAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way jaslin and michelle did the sports version was really funny as well. they have fencing volleyball basketball badminton tabletennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. overall i think the item is quite okay. and oh the three p cheer that gracemary and somebody else made up was SO erm. THREEP! totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly died of thirst cause xiping being the ever consciencious prefect keep going no drinking! hahs. and nice me and jaslin actually listened. SAMANTHA IS A BAD GIRL! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mtg broke up ard twelve. samantha dragged me to watch threea's item. cute! and of course. watch her torture jessica. well. samantha successfully stole jessica's shoe. for like the tenthousandth time. oh jessica. you totally shouldve known better than to ask me to hold on to your precious shoe when you went to talk to vicki. samantha was like our bags are in the rain and i was like screaming what? and promptly forgot that i was supposed to hold on to jessica's shoe. and yes. that was how jessica's shoe got stolen. sorry dearie. was about to leave at ard one. but it was raining. so waited for samantha's dad to come pick her up and send me to ppbusstop. just when her father came the rain stopped. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met clare and jervis at jeight. yes yes. i was late. but only by half an hour. ate. went to church for cat! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle mark and uncle greg! conthree mass nxt wk. rachel's freaked and kept going omg omg omg. clare and i just dont wna do it. and laura's doing first reading! SO happy that clare rachel and i are in the same class. can see laura every wk so we're okay! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my aunt's place. bryan! ronald wasnt there so i wasnt on babysitting patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL. sorry! i really didnt know that was what he was talking about. but i did object. like once. then gave up cause i had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. hahs. oh well. you should be HAPPY! i'll gladly trade yours for mine. GLADLY CHEERFULLY HAPPILY. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. cat is fun! and the things your cousin doesnt know. good connections. tmr! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. cat is fetch! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANNI. you FINALLY got a new phone. just like what i dreamt! see. dreams do come true. and stop calling me denni denden already! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL. miss you. conthree mass? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runningthroughmyhead&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni tentwentyeightpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113906321504991947?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113906321504991947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113906321504991947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113906321504991947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113906321504991947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113888781047464488</id><published>2006-02-02T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:43:30.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LORD OF THE DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this is probably the first time in history that i didnt fall aslp in chemistry. go me! and ms sim kept staring at me cause i shook my head and gave me the are you okay look? hahs. cause i kept giving her the im so lost and the blank face. but yeah. im okay! chem is fun and easy. up till now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. really now. youre not selfish! youre SMART! if im in trouble or tangled in a web which i weaved myself youd better help me okay! and yes. ONE TRUE LOVE! although we are straight. dno how that is possible. but yeah. &lt;3LOVETOBITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN. oh well. but im in the threep clique as well. as its really equivalent to blogging bout me! i know i know. seeing me 7/5 isnt enough. hahs. &lt;3LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK. dont apologise. not to me anyway. we're cool! im not involved. AT ALL. and the nxt time we go out YOU are paying not me. chocs! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. TWIN! we are twins dearie! nothing i repeated like repeated roots NOTHING w keep us apart. except the physical distance. cant wait for sat! &lt;3LOVETOBITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERI. yes dear i FINALLY linked you. continue thinking bout me okay! hahs. and yes. im one happy girl! &lt;3LOVETOBITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenyourlovecamedown&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni  ninefortyfourpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113888781047464488?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113888781047464488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113888781047464488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113888781047464488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113888781047464488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/02/lord-of-dance-well.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113871202716192965</id><published>2006-01-31T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:53:47.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? i give up. i dont wna know. dont tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not supposed to have any take in this whole affair thing. what ALL of you are basically doing is making me feel horrible/miserable/crappy/extra/i can go on but have really no wish to. like ive got nth to go with this and yet im doing so much. like delegating the role of cheergiver to myself. hello. do you think i like doing this? well. think AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are right. i think that we are a bunch of inconsiderate selfish selfcentred people. never giving an eff about what others feel. all that matters is our own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just crash burn and die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes. stop giving the whole im such a poor girl everybody take pity on me attitude. would it kill for you to be selfassured? not to be like egoistical or anything. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look beneath the exterior. or are you too caught up about how pitiful you are to even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has their own insecurities. just because we dont show them upfront doesnt mean that they dont exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not even the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i just needed to get this nagging thought out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again. leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113871202716192965?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113871202716192965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113871202716192965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113871202716192965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113871202716192965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-what-i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113862948781660855</id><published>2006-01-30T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:18:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAURA IS MY ONE TRUE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no problem dearie. i'll be counting on you. confront our insecurities! hahs. GO LAURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babysitting is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. my dad/whole family is talking to me online although their like two rooms away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've hit rock bottom. but there's smth paticularly good about this. we can only go uphill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;causeialwaysthoughtyouweregay&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni  teneighteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113862948781660855?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113862948781660855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113862948781660855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113862948781660855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113862948781660855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/laura-is-my-one-true-love-no-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113854414568240370</id><published>2006-01-29T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:18:00.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dno what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think about. do we know each other as well as we thought we did? or were we just contented thinking we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its true. maybe its not. but its beginning to seem as if it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feel so screwed up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must we break friends just cause of a guy? i really do not see the sense in it. you may say that its because i dont know what goes underneath. what went on behind the scenes. and what i basically dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends over guys. have all of you forgotten already? it wasnt THAT long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are only fourteen bordering fifteen! what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it w nv be the same again. will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a tangled web we weave. when we first tried to decieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im not like really in the whole thing. im feeling the hurt as much as if i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive and forget. the basic elements of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you would be there for me. but where are you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113854414568240370?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113854414568240370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113854414568240370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113854414568240370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113854414568240370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dno-what-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113854075289735755</id><published>2006-01-29T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T05:19:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent my whole evening chasing my ohsocute nephew ard. yesyes. bring on all the theniece thenephew jokes. hes really cute. and he has his own hp. k700i. and hes like three? w/o the battery of course. he tried to kill my hp. played jumping on the beanbags. hes so cute and adorable! and im gna see him again tmr! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a memorial chapel this morn. where were all these pictures of those who passed away. there was this picture which totally caught my attention. it was a picture of this kid called paul. he was born in october 1942 and passed away in july 1950. which means that he died before his eighth birthday. poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERI. sorry! had to run. but yeah. nxt wk! hahs. we keep procrastinating. but whatever. we will. one day. hahs. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. lalala back. I WIN AGAIN! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. oh well. my newest apiration is to grow to ard patrick's chin! high hopes. hahs. literally. GROW LAURA GROW! hopefully you'll be taller than jervis then we can all laugh. nvm the fact that im still shorter. ive given up all hopes of growing taller than 160. hahs. cant wait to see you again! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK. youre so fun to talk to! hahs. PURPLE IS A NICE COLOUR! and im so NOT secone okay! NOT NURSEY SCHOOL EITHER! dont bother arguing with me. cause i'll win! not you! and oh. you are SO DEAD the nxt time i see you. and hopefully your eardrums would be punctured! so much for bullying me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. you have NO IDEA how much ilu as well! &lt;333LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theresnthicando&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni  ninenineteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113854075289735755?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113854075289735755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113854075289735755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113854075289735755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113854075289735755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny-i-just-spent-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113843382799456697</id><published>2006-01-28T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:40:55.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YTD WAS FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chinesenewyear celebrations were kind of boring. sat with yanying. so it wasnt TOO bad. she reckons that i should go be the pink girl! hahs. im not THAT bimbotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class when the whole thing was over. spent like fifteen minutes trying to find glue. after FINALLY managing to borrow glue from huimin ran all the way to the office to find mdmf. but surprise surprise she wasnt there. went back to class pondering whether i should paste the receipts vertically or horizontally and whether i should paste the HUGE officepaper like invoice/receipt/thing onto the afour size paper. OH THE PERILS OF BEING TREASURER! hahs. bring on the dramatics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually gave up running ard the school looking for her and just stuffed the diskette and the papers into her mailtray hoping that i did the thing correctly. went to pick up my bag and went in search of yanying biru and jessica. why am i ALWAYS looking for people? hahs. well. met biru at the corridoor. she looked SO despondent. poor girl. turned out that she felt so guilty bout the pr. anyway. met teh rest at the foyer. we barely left the school when we saw priya leaving as well. and biru did a hundredandeighty transformation and went okay im not guilty anymore. hahs. YOU GO GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ps. saw SO many cedarians. yanying saw some cedarian with a guy and she was like. CEDARIAN WITH A GUY! CEDARIAN WITH A GUY! ALERT ALERT! hahs. very amusing. as biru said. we are those who HUN ps. hahs. bought tickets with them. or rather accompanied them. saw my dearest reindeer/manprit! went to pasta. was about to leave for jeight when i realised that in the course of stalking and laughing at certain people i left my wallet SOMEWHERE. i was like majorly freaking out. rang jessica. and ran back to pasta. got jessica to take a lift to the ticket box with me. we were like looking at ard everybodys ankles to look for my wallet. when we FINALLY reached the seventh level ran all the way and looked ard frantically. i totally dont know what i was looking. i was like just spinning in circles. which ive realised is what i do when im frantic. i did that before in australia. and my dad has been laughing at me ever since. and that was like six years ago! anyway this girl probably saw how anxious i was and came up to me and said i found your wallet. i was like really where! and yeah. shriek. which is what i do twentyfour/seven. no biggie there. found my wallet. loved that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to pasta again. left for real. reached jeight ard twelve. im SO ON TIME. i dont believe it. and i wasnt even the latest! so proud of myself. nvm the fact that i ended school ard one hr before everyone else. met cheri clare laura rachel. saw sharon. and jervis came like soon after. WITHOUT FRANNI. everybody was like WHERES FRANCIS! but me being DENNI had to go WHERES FRANNI! laughed at the screwing thing. decided to do my zhuoye. cant believe how diligent i am! well actually its quite believable. oh comeon. it ME we're talking about! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the ticket box. the line was SO LONG. wanted to watch memoirs but had to watch cheaper by the dozen instead. waited for patrick and terence to turn up. and yes clare. we TOTALLY agree with you that terence DOESNT look like franni AT ALL. for like the tenthousandth time. but i didnt even know what to look out for seeing as ive nv even seen them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard the fourthlevel. i knocked over a pig at action city. like five seconds ltr clare came out and knocked the exact same pig over! NO WONDER WE'RE TWINS! and yeah. the POOR PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel was like i see gabriel chee. and clare and i were like GABRIEL CHEE? WHERE WHERE WHERE? hahs. and clare is currently unable to look at gabriel chee in the face. had seating difficulty. cause we didnt know how to arrange ourselves. eventually decided to put all the guys together and all the girls together. SMART GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELIOT MURTAUGH IS SO CUTE. hahs. clare and i were just gushing over how cute and sweet he was. hahs. SARAH BAKER AS WELL. well. thats their screen names. respective offscreen names being taylor lautner and alyson stoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stood outside the neoprint shop for a LONG LONG time. took a final vote and decided to take it as rememberance. made patrick pay for us cause all we had were big notes. quite fun really. thought clare wasnt in like half of them. and terence werent in ANY of them. he was like i dont do neos. and whats so fun bout them anyway. i was like well they give you a really good opportunity to scream in a really sombre voice. hahs. even though i was like going really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then justin had to go make fun of me. he was like you know some girl from band called yusin in sectwo? i was like but i thought yusin's in badminton. turned out to be the wrong yusin. anyway. he went i know patrick and terence. what does that tell you? i was like that youre in the same level? and he went yeah! and so? i was like and so? and he retorted dont you know the people in your level? it finally clicked in my head. i just SHRIEKED IM SECTHREE! he was like really schocked and went really? i thought youre sectwo! i was like groan. and this incident sparked off the whole 'lets all remark on how short denise is' thing. patrick was like how tall is she anyway? 1.5? i think terence went no 1.4. and jervis or somebody else went no 1.3! i was like what! IM 1.555 OKAY! and thats only because my tcher didnt know how to measure properly. and thereby causing everybody to shrink. so yeah. IM SUPPOSED TO BE 1.57! dont think they believed me. oh well. just the day for the sole of my shoe to break. which made me SEEM shorter than i really am. AND IM NOT SHORT. IM PETITE! and as i said. its better to be shorter than average than to be taller than average. if youre shorter you can wear platforms. no biggie. but if youre taller you cant possibly cut off you ankle right? so yes. ITS BETTER TO BE SHORTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to seiyu. had to run off cause i had tuition at seven. and suann was like msging me going WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! and threatened me with something close to instant death if i didnt reply her at once. sorry dearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met suann there. and no i wasnt late. i was ONTIME! GO ME! and as usual. tuition was so fun! FLAUNT FLAUNT FLAUNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my cousin's place just now. my cousins are the cutest people EVER. i guess it must run in the family. hahs. followed marcus up and down the stairs for fear that he would fall and tumble down the stairs and yes. CRY. he accidentally plucked a stalk or smth off the plant hanging by the stairs. and proceeded to pretend to clean the floor with it. hahs. bryan just goes ard calling everybody jiejie. even though the people he calls are his uncles and guycousins. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANPRIT. great to see you! and dont worry. youre secret's safe with me. im your owner rmb? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA. DEARIE! thank you so so much for helping me recover my wallet. ILU! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANYING&amp;BIRU. you guys are the best! so are we going to anger's house? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. thanks so much darling! nine! rmb the SCREWING JOKE! hahs. very true. and your hotel receptionist speech. had so much fun with you. go out all together again soon okay? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. bio can be hard. i know. but dont worry! im here! i may not be ace in bio but i most probably can be of help! and the sexcrazed tcher! hahs. relax. or try to! dont worry bout the valentines date thing. we can put it on sat or smth. dont stress over it. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL. tickets are unrefundable. hahs. eight. oh well. at least there are memories. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERI. we ABSOLUTELY must tell him on sun okay! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. how could you copy my strategy! IM SO HURT! oh well. had fun ytd! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK&amp;amp;TERENCE. the chances of you guys reading this is probably negative. but yeah. had fun with you guys! and you JUST HAD TO make fun of me right? go for nine! then we can all sit together and show franni how NOT insecure we are! and oh. i reckon patrick's scared of me. hahs. cause he jumped when i jumped/ran towards him as he was TOTALLY MERCILESSLY MAKING FUN OF ME! and im NOT 1.3! and yes. you DO look like my tcher in school! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANNI. how could you blow us off ytd? IM SO HURT! hahs. and cause you didnt come i couldnt win our bet. nxt time okay! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni threethirtysevenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113843382799456697?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113843382799456697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113843382799456697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113843382799456697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113843382799456697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ytd-was-fun-chinesenewyear.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113810860916601217</id><published>2006-01-24T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:16:49.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GNA SEE KAIYIN TMR! im so happy and high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. oh why thank you GIRLFRIEND! lets get into the legally blonde spirit! BUT I DID NOT CHEAT YOUR FEELINGS! YOU CHEATED MINE! youre with laura rmb? see? CHEAT MY FEELINGS! TWOTIMER! and probably fourtimer as well. right clare? HOT HOT HOT in a black buttonup! rmb? and the immaturity that lives under the sea. dont forget bout us while youre mesmerised left and right okay? :)) I AM SINGLE! and will be! yesyes. I KNOW YOU LOVE ME! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANNI. OMG. were you bored out of your mind when you created my new name? what kind of name is DENNI DEN DEN? its currently being abhorred by me. so unless you wna be called FRANNI FRAN FRAN for the rest of your life youd better stop at denni okay? and ooh. franni franfran has a equally nice ring to it. :)) knockout? DONT COUNT ON IT DEARIE! friday friday! and im SO gna win our bet! but i forgot what we bet on alr. do you rmb? and oh. WHATS THE SECRET! pray tell! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. FRIDAY! w be missing you till then! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL. SPARKLING CRYSTAL! as the bible puts it. rmb our date! go for nine! then we can all sit together! :)) &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL. i know franni sounds cuter. cause i created it rmb? FRANNI created denni. friday! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'llneverend&lt;br /&gt;denise/denni ninefourteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113810860916601217?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113810860916601217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113810860916601217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113810860916601217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113810860916601217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-time-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113792777874268810</id><published>2006-01-22T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:02:58.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are people giving out bottles of coke at orchard! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i FINALLY finished my bio essay! yay! thanks darling no.two baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town with jervis. watched in her shoes. chickflick! oh well. cried when the blind guy died. and when the grandmother showed the sisters the pictures. touching! to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last line was a tribute to suann. scratch that. tribute sounds like shes dead. erm. lets try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to hereen. bought my PINK pencilcase. walked to taka. ate. well. HE ate. i was just playing with my food. hoping that if i increased the surface the food would evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. i know i know. FREAK. hahs. friday it is! RMB OUR VALENTINES DATE! if you forget im gna kill you. fine maybe not KILL YOU. but close. but you'l probably rmb wont you? after all. how can you forget when i remind you every THREEMINUTES. hahs. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. she doesnt. trust me. why would she? hes SO idiotic! esp the big small big small thing. iMmAtuRiTy. hahs. what you think is SUBJECTIVE! FRIDAY. and yeah. you as well. RMB OUR DATE! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNMIN. BLUR BABY! we rock! and yes. you love me! me too! in the sense that i love myself as well. hahs. kidding. LIMEJUICE AND KIWISTRAWBERRY SWEETS! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN. thanks so much baby no.two! without you i'd probably die while doing my bioessay. LIMEJUICE AND KIWISTRAWBERRY SWEETS! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YISHI. babyno.three! you'll probably not see this but same! LIMEJUICE AND KIWISTRAWBERRY SWEETS! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN. hey dearie! no i DIDNT forget you. never will! thats a promise! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANNI. youre FRANNI. im DENNI. we rhyme! hahs. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEN. okay! esp those with women drivers. or men drivers who look like female drivers. sorry for traumatising you so. and tuition only rocks cause we're there! we are like the life of tuition! can you imagine them without us? those poor people. hahs. to quote you. i dont mean to boast but thats really beoming to be my forte! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wecanmakethenightlastforever&lt;br /&gt;denise sevenohonepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113792777874268810?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113792777874268810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113792777874268810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113792777874268810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113792777874268810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-are-people-giving-out-bottles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113777290229472979</id><published>2006-01-20T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:01:42.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im having the day from hell&lt;br /&gt;it was all going so well&lt;br /&gt;before you came&lt;br /&gt;and you told me that you needed space&lt;br /&gt;with a kiss on the side of my face&lt;br /&gt;not again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention&lt;br /&gt;the tears i shed&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve kicked&lt;br /&gt;your ass instead&lt;br /&gt;i need intervention&lt;br /&gt;attention to stop the temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause baby&lt;br /&gt;everything is fed up straight up from the heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;gotta pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;where do i start&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant turn to you&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know where i parked my car&lt;br /&gt;dont know who my real friends are anymore&lt;br /&gt;i put my faith in you&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid thing to do&lt;br /&gt;when it rains it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention&lt;br /&gt;i drank too much&lt;br /&gt;im feeling hungover&lt;br /&gt;out of touch&lt;br /&gt;i need intervention&lt;br /&gt;attention to stop this temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause baby&lt;br /&gt;everything is fed up straight up from the heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;gotta pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;where do i start&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant turn to you&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant it be easier&lt;br /&gt;cant i just change my life&lt;br /&gt;cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;br /&gt;will i be mending&lt;br /&gt;another ending once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is fed up straight up from the heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;gotta pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;where do i start&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant turn to you&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is fed up straight up from the heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;gotta pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;where do i start&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant turn to you&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is fed up straight up from the heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;gotta pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;where do i start&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant turn to you&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;no ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it all falls apart; the veronicas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113777290229472979?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113777290229472979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113777290229472979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113777290229472979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113777290229472979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-having-day-from-hell-it-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113777148423410481</id><published>2006-01-20T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:45:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;SHINES IN THE NIGHT FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;TO TELL YOU THAT THE DREAMS YOU PLAN&lt;br /&gt;REALLY CAN COME TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as can be seen. i LOVE stars! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i know suann and i went on and on bout using the Lord's name in vain. treat the g as gosh! we were rushing from school cause my mom couldnt pick us and we were like friggin late. took a bus. read seventeen. every taxi ignored us! we were like how could they? hahs. i think its cause we stood at the wrong place. we finally got onto a bus! the wrong one! cause the busdriver was like can reach in eight minutes. turn out to be eightXfive minutes. i swear. i could have like totally killed that uncle if the bus wasnt so packed and we werent in such a rush. took off at the nxt bus stop. and continued flagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to the TOTALLY FREAKY PART! i turned and saw a cab! and tugged at suann's sleave a la rachelkoh! it was at the opposite side of the road from andersonprimary. dont ask why we ended up there. ran across the road. i was SO happy that i was like HI AUNTIE! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! and yes. i was positively gushing at that point of time. i nv thought i'd be SO HAPPY TO SEE A CAB. but i was. and therefore was gushing. out of anxiety cause tuition started like ten minutes ago and we were stuck OUTSIDE ANDERSONPRIMARY! oh. alvin's primary school! just rmbed. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the AUNTIE turned to me and was like IM NOT AUNTIE! IM UNCLE! and i was like oh and promptly shut myself up. i even stopped gushing over the greatness of cabs. me and suann were like. OMG! me screeching omg is not a big deal. but when suann does it when shes not bimboing ard with me it gets really scary. but not as scary as when she goes all silent. like clare when franni traumatised us. i just screamed. like really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he started talking to us bout the bluetooth. seriously. suann was all quiet and being the sensible prefect she is she was like keep your wallet! cause i went back to gushing with the UNCLE. he had manicured fingernails! and hes even more guniang than me and suann and eugenia added up! and thats saying smth. argued with him over what presbyterian high was called.and made him go one whole big uturn cause suann and i suck at giving directions. i was like turn and suann was like dont turn at the same time. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we FINALLY reached our tuition we were like bye UNCLE! stress on the uncle. were late by like fifteen. and he yelled after us angmokiostreet61! we were like okay! and after he left went what was he saying? TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starved in tuition. wanted to escape to the washroom our dear mosburgers. but decided that our tcher talks too fast and we would miss too much. so hung in there. our coke cans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUANN. OMG! his manicured nails! renyao! hahs. laoshi said it. shall write it in my banyueji! THEVERONICAS! dont be so stressed! BOBBY"S CALLING US! hahs. BARBIE AND KEN! totally! MY MOMMY THINKS IM COOL! patrick's SO cute. and yeah. he looks so much older! state basketball player! happy waiting! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER. dont hpyerventilate when you see the word alvin. the abovementioned is not your alvin. another one! cause as we all know. alvin's not the only alvin on the face of the earth. GOOD LUCK TMR! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. relax. if he doesnt see whats in front of him its his loss not yours. besides youre his NUMBERONE FAN! he'll know. trust me. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREEPCLIQUE. hihi babies! mommy! sounds so weird! and ooh. i so DID NOT GIVE BIRTH WHEN I WAS ONE MONTH OLD! dont ask me who your father is. i dont know. hahs. PATRICK./REEF! he looks like a hamster. and eileen's spasdog! yay. so fun! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COYONEANDTWO. heyhey people! although i really want coyone to get in. it doesnt lie in us. so GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF US! LETS GO ROCK KUOCHUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;causeicantturntoyouwhenitallfallsapart&lt;br /&gt;denise eleventhirtyseven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113777148423410481?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113777148423410481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113777148423410481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113777148423410481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113777148423410481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-star-to-right-shines-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113767659259459413</id><published>2006-01-19T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:16:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL THE LIES THAT YOU TOLD&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO EASE YOUR OWN SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said. i would put up what i absolutely love and hate bout my new classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ON THE FIRST LEVEL. so we dont have to run ard so much.&lt;br /&gt;and as we are on the GROUND FLOOR. we are the most DOWNTOEARTH! than all the other secthree classes anyway. when i told this to the rest of the threepclique they were like right denise.. oh well. as laura said. the comical impossible.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE CLOSER TO THE CANTEEN. but this statement serves no purpose to me really. cause talking is SO much more fun than eating. and suann and i w do our whole food routine so yeah. easier not to eat. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets be mean bout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;THERES ABSOLUTELY NO FRESH AIR! seriously. i kept sneezing in class td. just realised that everybody in class is obsessed with me. hahs. silin actually counted the no. of times i sneezed. six times in a roll! yay! somebody must be really missing me! oh well. who doesnt? :))&lt;br /&gt;ITS REALLY DIFFICULT TO FIND US. and the poor threezen had to run up four levels to get their books and run down all four levels again for chinese. and after that period run up four levels for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;THE WASHROOMS ARE SO GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had totally wanted to protest. but as we all know. we are such nice people and thus decided to let the whole thing rest. so as to not create more problems for others. SEE! we ARE nice. sacrificing our comfort for the peacefulness of our tchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had belay school td. so fun! lifting and falling. well. TRUST IS IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. walked ard the whole school with suann td. went for lunch together. did our WHOLE routine like at least ten times. oh well. we w probably NEVER get bored of it. went for mtg. after acting depressed for a while with our totally retarded claps smiles and all that went of to check the guides board. or so we said. went to board. walked all ard the school. went back to suann's class. watched suann being hounded by the secfours. but couldnt really do anything cause i didnt go for the perth trip. cause i was going to australia and no point really to go australia TWICE in a span of what one month? and the dates coincide anyway so yeah. couldnt have gone even if wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang as we walked ard the stairs and the corridoor. watched suann BEG racheltanboonTHENG to do slides four to six. poor girl. ran off with suann to photocopy her math hw to let rachel copy. hahs. went to the bookshop and the paper said that it was like tencents perpiece. so we went to the bookshop cause it was like cheaper. by five cents! hahs. but the photocopier machine was spoilt. and suann was like i KNEW there had to be a reason why the library raised its prices. hahs. had to photocopy and wasted two pieces of paper in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the fourth level. finally rmbed that we had left to go see the guides board. so we went there again. reutrned to bug rachel and impress her with our singing. suann and i can do a duet together! hahs. rachel's class noticeboard is so nice! and your hair as well dearie. recited SHAKESPEARE! phrases from TWELFTHNIGHTS ROMEOANDJULIET MACBETH! smart us! hahs. actually we read it off this board. oh well. but we did it with so much expression that mr sng and mrsteo would be proud of us. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio td was so fun! mrlim gave yunmin her limejuice. didnt know that he still rmbed it. hahs. yunmin's sweet very nice! hahs. had some kind of popquiz or smth. some roothaircell and red blood cell thing. yunmin and i were like oh no oh no. but smart us managed to finish the whole thing. but just by a bit. oh well. thats for not doing my bio notes in time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was so fun as well!  cause we were doing an experiment instead of tutorials. me and jennifer were playing with the splints. missed gracelyn and manprit cause we used to see how long i can hold onto the splint until the flame reaches my hand. and when we permed/rebonded our strands of hair! oh those were the days. but jennifer's fun! we tried the experiment so many times! but with no success. but just as well. cause everybody all ard us got the results. BUT WE DIDNT. so that MADE US SPECIAL! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics. there was a power trip. and yunmin was going trip threep! hahs. there was a trip and yet mryau still went on teaching. although we really couldnt see anything. but could roughly make out the shape and the angles. i think that mryau is a really swell teacher. seriously. hes so smart and funny. and knows when to draw the line. i wna hear the cheating story! and yunmin does too. we were chanting tell the story tell the story during the power trip. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER. youre pink and im pink! we're the PINK PARTNERS! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUANN. tuition tmr! and yeah. we're probably the most fun people there are in the whole tuition class. rmb the guys who were in ip and yet in our class? BLUR! hahs. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. OMG. youre so lucky! hahs. SUN! and our date! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitingtobreathe&lt;br /&gt;denise  nineeighteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113767659259459413?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113767659259459413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113767659259459413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113767659259459413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113767659259459413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-lies-that-you-told-just-to-ease.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113758882051813470</id><published>2006-01-18T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T04:53:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREEP CLIQUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! my brainchild. me yishi yunmin and eileen! so fun. i totally thought of it and now we're going THREEP to everybody. lala. I LOVE US! very conicidental but what can we say? FATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. down to the first level. SECONE LEVEL! so demoralising. but well. at least the walls are PINK! not the kind of pink that i like but it'll have to do. and the doors are purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houlaoshi made me run ard the sch td. looking for chinese newspapers! oh well. dragged thilanga gracemary and chaili with me. and they wanted to follow me okay! so that they didnt have to go look for mrchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath and emath was so fun! esp the time when yunmin took my paper away and did the whole thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guides. well. supposed to have anyway. but everybody just took one look and walked off. hung ard in sylvia's classroom. which is still very nicely on the fourth level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN. we are the THREEPCLIQUE! hahs. SPAS. youre supposed to be doing your stemcell research! but oh. youre in a state of subconsciousness after talking to the wonderful me! i know i know. PIGGYNO.3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNMIN. PARTNER! i know. i so do not like her. both the upstairs and infront one. poor us. love your coolbear idea! its so cute. and houlaoshi totally approves the idea of having a bear in the class. he was like you can hold the bear or smth in my class. i dont mind. in chinese. hahs. so fun! and candy machine is so fun! PIGGYNO.1! and im the owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YISHI. PIGGYNO.2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. did you seriously count the no of lines? youre obsessed. WITH ME. but thats okay. isnt everybody else? hahs. i so didnt watch that show okay. everybody's like so act cute! not cool not cool. oh well. good luck for your prac! heard youre obsessed with another hottie. did he wear a black buttonup and mesmerised you? hahs. and once again. RMB OUR VALENTINES DATE! oh. and your previous shoutout was one and a half lines longer than franni's! not one! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERI. oh yeah. we forgot about the ELMOUNDERWEAR! remind me on sun so we can go together okay? oh well. another hottie in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA. my friend said that mssee went on a lot of hotdates and took a lot of leave! hahs. oh well. TRY to have fun without me okay? i might go back. but no promises. MISSING THE EVERSOEXCLUSIVE HOUSEWIVESCLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANNI. i dno why im giving you a shoutout. i just wanted to write FRANNI. hahs. respond! and the secret!? TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. I WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookhowtheyshineforyou&lt;br /&gt;denise  eightfiftyfivepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113758882051813470?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113758882051813470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113758882051813470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113758882051813470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113758882051813470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/threep-clique-yay-my-brainchild.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113733458252992911</id><published>2006-01-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T06:31:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. its tenplus. really not in the mood to type. so yeah. keep it SHORT and SWEET. like me! totally. hahs. except that im not that short. vertically challenged maybe. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. heyhey dearie! so totally FETCH of you to sit with us today! &lt;3LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL. you as well! demin bottoms! totally fate! i cant believe your mom thinks that i like him! wait till she finds out that its her really her daughter. she'll probably flip dont you think? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. well. throughout the whole conversation you were totally contradicting yourself. and im quite sure he likes confident people. so be CONFIDENT! everybody likes confident people. want me to go ask him? and I DNO doesnt mean YES BUT DONT WNA ADMIT. seriously clare. hahs. we're random idiots! and no. im not gna do that! you know it! rmb our valentines date! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCIS. dear boy. its just shows how much you dont know. and you cant surf in changi. its too shallow. and yeah. as youve very nicely called me den. i shall very nicely as well call you FRAN! or perhaps FRANNI would be a better choice. what do you think franni? oh who cares. youre franni from now on! franni sounds so cute dont you think? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL. ooh. you really seem taller than last yr! and youre such an insincere senior! thank you la. say im short! and your dad's right. guys can be so DEMENTED! i mean. you cant like shop properly! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER. i so wasnt chasing him! INSTRUCTOR JENNIFER! you can chase him if you want. really. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEN! we rock so much! like ooh. talk to the elbow and i dno! smth amazing i guess. and our depressed smiles! and retarded claps. we rock! TOTALLY!&lt;3LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsallinyou&lt;br /&gt;denise tenforteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113733458252992911?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113733458252992911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113733458252992911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113733458252992911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113733458252992911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/well_15.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113707318223578448</id><published>2006-01-12T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:17:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got no idea why but its like ive got nth to do. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER. seriously anger. brother is good! but i really DO NOT see the need of calling me and just yelling into my ear FASTER CALL ME BACK. and me going huh? cause despite your incessant yelling i cant comprehend what youre saying. and the best part? i was online! wasted twelve seconds of my precious talktime. hahs. well. considering that your brothers arent the best in the world ALVINDEAREST can be the BEST olderbrother in the WORLD. lucky. i dont even HAVE a brother. best or not. oh comeon. at least TRY to talk to him. or dao him. hahs. i think we've got another clare in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the campfire is stressing everybody out. but can you please be nicer? yelling at everybody who just happened to be in your line of fire is so not fetch. NOT AT ALL. i know that being a treasurer is no big deal. im only somebody who collects receipts and hounds mdmf for the budgets. i'll get it at the end of the month. and she promised me last thurs! in this campfire EVERYBODY IS EQUAL. it doesnt mean that if youre someone with title everybody has to do your bidding. im not i/c or anything. but comeon. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. stop freaking out just cause somebody said smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all runs in a vicious cycle really. when our seniors yelled at us we were like pissed and didnt really wanted to do what they told us. and we wanted to one day be able to do the same. yes yanying. anger and i distinctly rmb you saying that you would yell at the sectwos at every opportunity. and now we're doing the same to our juniors. maybe what the tchers have always been saying is true. we may be smart but there aint much we can say bout our character. and yes anger i know i say character funnily. its not my fault! hahs. we are turning into such hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care whether i get sued for slander or anything. but i really DO NOT recall kaixin doing just bout anything for our sectwo dance. it was just me fathiyah eugenia anger suann charis yuanting and a few other people. but i really do not have any recollection of angela out of everybody else helping in any positive way. and if this is the case what right does she have to yell at the sectwos? i just think that its really not fair. i was danceic lastyr for the dance. and you dont see me yelling at them do you? w it kill you to speak to them nicely? yelling w just give you a sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we're their seniors we're only like a few months older than them. thats not a lot. and its really demoralising if you'll keep yelling at them like nonstop. stop and think for a while. or has all your authority gone into your head and is clogged up there in replace of your brain? a thrashing once in a while is in tune. that i do not deny. but EVERY single mtg? not good. if its such a small matter and youre already so fired up how can you handle big things in the future? im not perfect that i know. i may not be absolutely correct and prompt in whatever i do. heck. i may not be as good as you. but at least i know that nth w go right for me by being so f-ing pushy bossy and going IM SO STRESSED at every junction. cause if youre trying to show that youre putting in effort and whatsoever. you wont be going ard saying that. you'll just you know. let the feeling of that great satisfaction sink into you when everything youve been working so hard for is finally going out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im know im mean and i cant really say anything cause i dont know the whole process and what im saying may be totally subjective. but yeah. i dno. just be nice and everybody w be more than happy to share your burden and whatever youre freaking out bout. really. i want the old you back! the one that wont fret over anything and everything. the COOL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRU. try not to be so stressed okay? ILU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. nine! and please. NOT the front seats. we're not watching a show. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. its okay! really. dont get so tired okay! see you on fourthfeb for cath! although we're in diff classes. but we can still meet up every wk! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thisisyourlife&lt;br /&gt;denise  tenseventeenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113707318223578448?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113707318223578448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113707318223578448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113707318223578448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113707318223578448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/heyhey-ive-got-no-idea-why-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113690090372944195</id><published>2006-01-10T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T05:53:32.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh. a realisation just hit me. ive got to present my chinese smth tmr! im so gna die. and it'll be anger's fault! stupid girl. so much for huawendaibiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. td was like jampacked. had tuition. supposed to go orchard but decided to pull out cause it was raining and i would be so late. so yeah didnt go. lounged ard the hse until ard 130. went to j8 to meet clare. which is weird cause i could have very well went to church myself. and it was raining. but well. had to go get her her mints. im such a nice twin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church. watched the mission. got the first part. until clare was like lets go toilet. so we went to the washroom. and basically ard the whole church. by the time we walked back i had totally no inclination of what was happening. and yeah. tripped over the plastic cup that clare put on the floor. didnt know that tripping over a plastic cup could make so much noise. but well. now i know. was just freezing in the avaroom. cause clare took back her jacket. bad girl! the movie was like qiute okay. cried a grand total of three times. im getting so not emotional. after the movie we went walking ard church again. well. actually only i walked. clare was hobbling. hahs. went to the cathboard. and started dissecting everybody's name. wanted to go for mass. but clare suddenly changed her mind. and had a dispute on the stairs cause i couldnt make up my mind. fickle minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen to macs in the end. saw francis ben and some other whiteshirted guy. forgot who he was. had another dispute with clare over who that guy was. turned out to be thad. oh well. went to jeight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently preparing for my chinese presentation tmr. and thinking bout campfire names. and convincing clare that its okay to go without me. and wondering why redbloodcells do not have nucleus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRU. im getting the imsotensed vibe. hahs. RELAX. the capmfire w go great. i know it will. BDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. its okay really. if you wait for me on friday then i wont go at all. maybe anyway. i listened to you so many times already! this is the time to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDDIE. HI! is it fun sitting nxt to my bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. as i already said. IM NOT SHY. go ask anybody else. and yes. im significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. HIHI! are you okay? dont be so tensed! dont go into an overdrive okay? i missed you so much td! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCIS. how can you laugh at laura! shes my dearest jrbimbo! only jrbimbo. but oh well. YOU STILL HAVENT TOLD ME THE SECRET! and cath class w NOT be boring. cause there's me! and yeah clare. and me and michael can argue over what colour to colour the bingo board again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN. ooh. suddenly miss you so much! w try to be in sch tmr okay! rmb to visit! elizabethtown should be okay unless smth crops up. i realised that w/o you its hard to be emotional when watching movies. rmb cinderella story and a series of unfortuante events? we went into a crying overdrive when we watched it together! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thisisforyou&lt;br /&gt;denise ninefortysevenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113690090372944195?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113690090372944195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113690090372944195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113690090372944195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113690090372944195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113681585521449166</id><published>2006-01-09T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:10:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just spent my whole night fratenising with the enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go for my sister's meettheparents. which is weird cause im her sister. and its NOT meetthesister. or so i told my mom. but NO. she was like just go. when i could have totally spent my time going online or finishing up my hw. just believe whichever you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedar is a good school. and thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. THANK YOU SO MUCH for keeping me company while i fratenised with the enemy. although we ALWAYS talk bout the same things. its like the first time all over again. rmb our valentines date okay! or maybe the day after cause ive tuition. well. im only going tmr cause of you! be glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. yes i w die w/o you. really! and bout the comment comment i can do just as well and sacrastic. hahs. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come. otherwise i'll be bored out of my mind. and if i die its ALL YOUR FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watchthestarscrashinthesea&lt;br /&gt;denise  10.11pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113681585521449166?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113681585521449166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113681585521449166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113681585521449166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113681585521449166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-spent-my-whole-night.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113673105673078621</id><published>2006-01-08T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:37:36.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised smth! eadelin is in the same class as my darling kaiyin!  so coincidental. to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today has been quite a bad day. supposed to go to my sister's award presentation but ended up going to church alone. left my rubberband and  comb in the car. so im currently one rubberband sixpins and onecomb short. horrors of horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was saying. i was feeling so guiltridden in church and SO UPSET. cause my anklet was like tangled up. and clare refused to do anything for me. MEAN TWINNIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but the kid sitting nxt to me was so cute. i was talking to clare during the peace part and suddenly felt him hugging me. but hes like quite short and could only reach my waist. hahs. his sister is also very cute. her hair very soft. and kept saying bye to me after mass but not clare! not my fault they like me. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard with clare cheri tailyn. and it wasnt by choice that we stood outside the servers room okay. i wanted to talk to rachel. but she walked off and clare was like lets hang ard here. cheri and i were like lets go talk to somebody. but clare was just begging us to shut up. its so nice to have info on your hands. BLACKMAIL! but as we are SO NICE. we dropped it. but proceeded to laugh at the elmo underwear thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked out alone in the rain. really wet. even with my umbrella. but still. was about to reach the gate when i saw my fam driving out so hopped in and went back to where i came from. ran ard thomsonplaza hiding from people. seriously. its my first time in spending 12 yrs in thomsonplaza that i had to run from people there. well. i was quite successful until i walked past ben. i was like ohdamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard aimlessly until 130. went for tuition. and i was SO EARLY. right suann? freezing in tuition. mrchanlookalike! hahs. weird. told you he was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCIS. it wasnt my fault that we were there. as the abovementioned went. i wasnt the one who decided to stand there. and no wonder youre abless. cause im gna win! go out in march to prove it okay? and oh i didnt think bout the fat part until i read it. thank you la. call me fat. IM SO UPSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. yeah la. all youre fault that i got scolded. bright spark arent you. hahs. had fun with you td. its quite normal for guys to be flatchested really clare. hahs. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. hideandseek. BLIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERI. elmounderwear! we shall tell him nxt wk okay? hahs. blackmail clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUANN. how can they not believe us? we are such nice innocent people! TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN. good luck for choir audit tmr! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanttolive&lt;br /&gt;denise  10.36pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113673105673078621?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113673105673078621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113673105673078621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113673105673078621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113673105673078621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-realised-smth-eadelin-is-in-same.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113662914811711555</id><published>2006-01-07T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:19:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. the first week is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss the kids at the childcare centre. i think its cause im telling rachel bout some guy called nigel. not the kid. GABRIEL. NIGEL. JIANWEI. RION. RYAN. DARREN. ALDEN. VANESSA. strangely i rmb more of the boys than the girls. i suppose its cause the boys are very hyper outgoing cute and yeah. cute. esp gabriel. the jianwei-musicalchairs-gabriel incident was really sweet and touching. GO GABRIEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is still okay. but its like when we're in upper sec everybody is so serious and hardworking and eversocompetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bimbotictrio is so not in full force. with suann being a prefect and uppersec and stuff. its like its suddenly not fun anymore. maybe it wore out. i dno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the corner where i sit in class we're still going strong. me yunmin jjiani and anger! maybe not as strong as last time but yeah. we're still quite high. anger's still singing with jjiani. yunmin and i are still going on bout our huawendaibiao and fuhuawendaibiao. hahs. shes my assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. jjiani and i have mapped out anger's life plan. firstly she must study hard and get into rj. and hopefully get into the same class as alvin's bro. if not then wait in hope of an interclass project. during the span of the project get into the same grp as alvin's brother. create an opportunity to go to alvin's house. keep going back. befriend alvin. continue studying hard. get into nus and hopefully be in first yr when alvin's in his third year. with him not needing to go for ns cause hes indonesian and all that. befriend alvin AGAIN. get into a relationship with him and finally marry him. and name her kid aaron. aaron cause anger starts with a and alvin starts with a as well. or alyssa if its a girl. hahs. what a good plan. i thought up the rj part and the marriage with kids part. jjiani thought bout the nus part. hahs. yunmin was just laughing away. we are such smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get chem at all. well. actually i do. but yeah. scared that i cant rmb all the valencies and all that jazz during exams and stuff. physics is great. mryau told us bout america and atomic bombs. hes so nice. and bio is just.. erm. fast? during that span of 50mins we just spend our time scribbling everything down while mrlim rattles away. hes talks very fast. and is very erm. openminded? his speedtalking has resulted in me rewriting everything when i get home. amath test nxt wk. or so the msg is. but amath is not a problem so i dont really care. as of now that is. higherchinese is so fun. hahs. i totally forgot that i needed to collect money until anger told me. but oh well. there wasnt higherchinese ytd so yeah. nvm. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. yunmin and i have decided to get hot pink files for higherchinese! houlaoshi would approve. hahs. when i told samantha she gave me that diao look. well. actually i decided bout the hot pink part and made yunmin agree with me. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing kaiyin. cause she msged me at 1230 ytd. when i was in the middle of emath! with the hod of math thank you very much. and i know you can msg and call in sch. rub it in my face why dont you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition with suann and houlaoshi no2 ytd. when we told pearlyn that we were going tuition together she was like okay.. and the dont need to be so detailed look. hahs. sorry i was late but yeah. it was only 10mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. relax. breathing is good. so to go or not to go tues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. tmr nine? HOTHOTHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN. try not to miss me too much okay? &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCIS. oh poor thing. why do you have so many subs anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUANN. i promise to be early. really. dont be late! we'll go together nxt wk okay? bimboism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysecretlove&lt;br /&gt;denise  6.18pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113662914811711555?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113662914811711555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113662914811711555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113662914811711555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113662914811711555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113646635958636573</id><published>2006-01-05T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:05:59.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;there's always something getting through&lt;br /&gt;but its not me&lt;br /&gt;its you its you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ignorance rings true&lt;br /&gt;but hope is not in what i know&lt;br /&gt;its not in me me&lt;br /&gt;its in you its in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find peace when im confused&lt;br /&gt;i find hope when im let down&lt;br /&gt;not in me me&lt;br /&gt;in you  its in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to lose myself for good&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find it in the end&lt;br /&gt;not in me me&lt;br /&gt;in you in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its all i know&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;its in you&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;theres always something getting through&lt;br /&gt;but its not me&lt;br /&gt;its you&lt;br /&gt;its you&lt;br /&gt;its you&lt;br /&gt;its you its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its you its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its you its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its you its all i know&lt;br /&gt;its you its all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-switchfoot ;you&lt;br /&gt;its an old song. but heck. heard it in a walk to rmb. great movie. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113646635958636573?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113646635958636573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113646635958636573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113646635958636573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113646635958636573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-always-something-in-way-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113646523272727451</id><published>2006-01-05T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:00:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay i guess. im sitting second row from the back next to the window. i like the window. very handy for throwing things down. and if you jump. you might actually die. or land on top of the container classroom. and its cooling. but very dusty. and as im allergic ive been sneezing for the past few days. and oh. we're on the fourth level! pale green doors are so not cool. i want my orange doors! im missing jessica already. why must threeA be right at the bottom in the container classroom! i want jessica! and suann! and biru and yanying and eugenia! yanying is still sitting at our lastyr seat. hahs. anger and jjiani's behind me. so yeah. im subjected to sudden blasts of chinese songs. and yeah. im sitting with yunmin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh talking bout chinese. THANK YOU LA ANGER! stupid girl. when houlaoshi was like whos the higherchinese rep she was like TINGHUI! i objected like straightaway. but being the dense tcher he was houlaoshi went smth like if youre saying yes you should nod your head instead of shaking it. i was like but im not saying yes! and oh. thanks to my dearest anger ive to present first. she was like huawen dai biao yao sian mah! i was like shut up! somehow reminded of hanlaoshi. who always go ni de ming zi haohao ting woh! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far life has been good. english/form is mrsteo. or msjanicetan. amath is mrschoo. emath is msleong. anger was like stress on the ms! hahs. chemistry is mssim. so nice. biology we have mrlim. yirong shared bout her most recent bio lesson. hahs. PINK SHIRT! physics we have mryau. hes very nice also! jiani's the physics rep. so lucky! except that she had to keep running ard to look for him. mistaking mr sng for mrtan in the process. and they look so different la! ss/geog is mrskoh. shes quite nice. from what we know bout guides. and today. but yeah. finally is higherchinese. houlaoshi! hahs. i did all my chinese hw okay! im such a good girl! pe is mrchan. i seriously think that he didnt measure properly! resulting in everybody shrinking. and as im already vertically challenged theres no point making me any shorter unless you want me to sink into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh bout guides. we changed our guides tcher again. ive got no idea whos our teacher now. theres guides tmr at 330. all the way until 630. then suann and i have to rush all the way to tuition. and oh. i havent finished my hw. shall do it during recess tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dance. have to go to kuochuan. haii. the song being seductive is not my fault! i wasnt the one who chose that song. and where does intuition come in anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the tues church mtg thing. i really dont feel like going. but yeah. if all of you go then count me in. if not then yeah. see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. oh you poor thing. youre the deciding factor in whether i'll go on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. coincidence much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACELYN . HAPPY BIRTHDAY EXPARTNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allaboutus.&lt;br /&gt;denise 8.46pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113646523272727451?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113646523272727451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113646523272727451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113646523272727451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113646523272727451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113617879929042583</id><published>2006-01-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:13:19.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. its one day late but whatever. the years still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that 2oo6 w be better than 2oo5 in terms of everything. friendship studies our discussions and whathaveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twoheitchohfive.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the memories. all the fun in running talking folding all sorts of things like hearts and stars in class. kudos to our dear monitress fatmah for putting in so much effort so that we would be equal if not better than the rest and not giving up on us. on the whole we've really bonded this year. be yourself day with all our weird mannequins which sat on the computer tables near me thendral kaiyin. we even appeared on newspapers! hahs. our fantastic and superbly dynamic class! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the currently defunct cupidx4.&lt;br /&gt;we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun. okay. going offpoint. but yeah. really enjoyed the time i spent with you guys. despite our regular coldwars and such. we had so much fun together. im gna miss you guys and all the things we did. which includes buying four shirts of the same design but of different colour. forgetting to bring all neccessities. laughing so loudly that people in the underpass could hear us. swimming shopping yelling. guess we've done it all. but just so you guys know. i'll be there! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bdays!&lt;br /&gt;biru denise anger yanying suann! all of you make me look forward to all the guides mtgs! royston. hahs. anger our main source. thanks for cheering me up when i was down. turning everything into fun and laughter. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic trio!&lt;br /&gt;eugenia denise suann! jmac gang! we were supposedly the jmac groupies but suann thought it to be too gangsterish. and now we're changed to be the jmac gang. hahs. COYONERS ROCK! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;churchgoers.&lt;br /&gt;whether ive known you for ages - rachel marcia - or just through churchcamp - laura clare crystal - its been a really great what one month? you guys made my handphone bill skyrocket. laying in the topbunk gossiping running ard miscommunicating in jeight. going to pastamania to get all the letters. hot topic f as laura puts it. jrbimbo and srbimbo. hahs. STALKING! funfun. &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;hihi reindeer! wont be seeing you as much in class! rmb when i used to sit in front of you i would put a mirror and we would communicate via mirror. hahs. and msging when we're just 10cm away from each other. and when i had to sit right in front we would turn to each other at the same time and flash smiles at each other. hahs. telepathy! &lt;3LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCIS. tell me the secret! if you dont im just gna keep bugging you until you tell me. oh and rmb our bet! im so gna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. why thank you! im so flattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. love you too twinnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAOCHEH. happy birthday! oh and your twin brother as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lettherebelove&lt;br /&gt;denise  1.12pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113617879929042583?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113617879929042583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113617879929042583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113617879929042583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113617879929042583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-well.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113600888998002299</id><published>2005-12-31T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:01:29.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please dont do this to yourself. youre over doing it already. please turn back before you cant. it doesnt only hurt you but others ard you as well. like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113600888998002299?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113600888998002299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113600888998002299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113600888998002299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113600888998002299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/please-dont-do-this-to-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113600858514412190</id><published>2005-12-31T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:04:05.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of the year. theres teenchoice awards tmr! fourteenaugust2oo5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently wallowing in selfpity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea what to feel. i think that you're taking this matter very seriously. its only a crush. a small part of growing up. and when you crush you REALLY crush/fallintodeepdepression/splatontotheground. why else would it be called crush? nobody is perfect. except jesus. IM NOT PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY. confidence is the key here. if you change yourself to make people accept you youre just deluding yourself. and you know it. w it make you feel any better when people only befriend you cause of your looks and not whats beneath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptance. there is this deep yearning inside all of us to be accepted. to be totally rejected is a really bad feeling. i know. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN YOUR EYES. stop being so oblivious to whats ard you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought that im not really what i present myself to be? i dont wna get hurt again. once bitten twice shy. a facade. a delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody can keep smiling forever. i think that being a clown is one of the best and worst jobs ever. best being you can always keep smiling even though youre down. worst being that you HAVE to keep smiling. its like youre not entitled to be unhappy. okay. this is so contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its official. im upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling whereby the person closest to you betrays you time and time again. i wont really care if somebody not really close to me does the same. but i suppose this is why people have to put up a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach. i love the beach! it brings your worries and sadness away with the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the strawberry generation! good to look at but cant take pressure. or so my chinesetuitiontcher says. hes very nice! comical and talks the whole lesson so we dont really do anything but listen and give comments. he has a lot of weird ideas though. good for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immyownworstenemy&lt;br /&gt;denise 1.56pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113600858514412190?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113600858514412190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113600858514412190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113600858514412190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113600858514412190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113592960905736968</id><published>2005-12-30T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:57:30.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i CANT believe im listening to jaychou. its all clare's fault! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was the cca exhibition. oh well. smiled a lot. and by smiled i really mean stick two fingers on my face to make the smile stay. some of the parents were really nice and warm. some were like is the food nice? then me and fathiyah were like erm join guides! hahs. suann came ard one. walked ard the sch with her. bought my shoebag while she bought her trackies. she realised that she lost her waterbottle. went to the hall and the comp labs. nth. went to the canteen. were at the foyer when she was like wheres my pen. went back. but couldnt find anything. we were near whampoa ave when she went ooh. i know where all my stuff are. so we walked back AGAIN. well. she said i didnt have to. but you know. me being the really nice person i am willingly went back with her. walked to the academics block and got all her stuff. she is one kind of a forgetful bimbo. but whatever. the bimbotic trio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 to meet clare laura and rachel. pastamania. and we got a r. wheres our a! youthgroup. grace is ic now. went to macs. it was kinda embarrasing. comeon. angelina and i were nearly throwing the thing ard on the road. walked off to thomson plaza. supposedly anyway. i was like my bus! and ran on. leaving clare and rachel to stalk their somebody hot. when laura and i suggested it we were KIDDING. gees. didnt know they would really go stalk him. well they did. seriously. if you wna stalk somebody. stalk properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition ltr. suann's not going. so just me. how boring is it gna be man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUGENIA. get well soon bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelnomore&lt;br /&gt;strangernomore&lt;br /&gt;denise 3.58pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113592960905736968?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113592960905736968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113592960905736968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113592960905736968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113592960905736968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-believe-im-listening-to-jaychou.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113568429751402923</id><published>2005-12-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:51:37.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all that nostalgic feeling and whatnot. i hereby conclude that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST PEOPLE CALLED GABRIEL ARE CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. firstly theres gabrielPANG. whos really cute and sweet. then theres gabrielCHEE whos cute and didnt hear my love declaration. finally theres gabrielLIEW whos cute and my godbrother to boot. and his dad gelled his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs with yuanting anger yanying sylvia angela quincy fathiyah jiani and sandra. well. yuanting anger yanying and i took cab. the rest walked. the words? ALVIN IS SO HANDSOME! hahs. but whatever. not true anger. and you know it. well. maybe you dont know it YET. but yeah. ive no idea what im saying. but yeah. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OFFICIALLY MISSING KAIYIN. a lot and a lot. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise  0751pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113568429751402923?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113568429751402923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113568429751402923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113568429751402923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113568429751402923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-all-that-nostalgic-feeling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113567814836335523</id><published>2005-12-27T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:09:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOSTALGIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was flipping through my old blogs just now. saw the link to cupidx4. and yeah. had this overwhelming feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know ive rambled on and on bout this before but its not gna stop me from continuing doing it. seriously? i missed you. all of you. its sad. seeing how awkard we are now. when it was all tchers could do last time to keep us apart. well. they didnt really succeed. kaiyin and i still sat together for like half a month at the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no point in blaming anybody else. really. NO POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. at least we have had memories. being late on numerous accounts and being afraid that kaiyin would be pissed with us. watching movies and crying. spraying each other with water on the grassy patch of the academic block with waterbottles we stole from our friends. but not before draining all of their water and adding watercooler water. cause its colder. laugh in higherchinese lessons. reading magazines when our chineseteacher is going on and on bout how we should be careful in the bus and teaching us what to do if people try to molest us on the bus. quite amusing. making fun of orlando bloom. experimenting with all different kinds of magazines. star j14 tigerbeat bop first etc etc. weve since concluded that j14s the best. tearing pieces of simpleplan mychemicalromance nickelback etcetc to classmates. who are MADLY IN LOVE with them. nice us. and there was once the magazine got passed ard and nv got back to us. wanting to go gymming but realised that we forgot to bring this and that. and ended up going swimming and shopping instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. whatever has happened has happened. theres so no way we can turn back time to go back to wherever we were. not that i want to. i totally looking to the future and thinking of what it brings me. the new years starting soon. no more laughing/crying together. no more waking rachelkoh up with a red slab across her forehead. no more playing with gracelyn and manprit during assembly. no more running to 2c and yelling JESSICA SHEN! no more leaning on my beloved pillar. no more mslavina asking what is thenieces' intention. no more arguing with kaiyin over whos been airbrushed. no more guessing whos next for dialouge with mschia. no more mschia going P L A N PLAN! no more thendral and julia writing perverse stories behind me. and at which i took one look at and threw it to someone else. no more writing bout silent cold pretty boys in mschias english lesson and passing them off as my groups. no more jessie flinging the projector in our direction when we're changing. no more isadora going on and on bout how much milk formula i should drink. no more captainsball. where we scream more than anything else. no more doing our minitribalvictory dance. no more GARDENIA GREENHOUSE! no more trudy telling us that we shouldnt eat in class and that we REALLY should not use our phones in class. no more MONKEY scaring the whole school. no more running on tues and fri. no more blue doors. no more second level. NO MORE KAIYIN. thats the worst. but these things aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello orange doors. hello third level. hello running on mon and thurs. hello 3p. hello my bestfriend from temasek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont judge me before you even REALLY get to know me. PLEASE. FORGET ABOUT US. and stop warping my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. as somebody likes to say. im particularly vulnerable because i cry really easily. crying is good because it cleans your eyes. but i dont only cry easily. i get annoyed/laugh/zone out/or go into a panicked frenzy just as easily. im what some people call an emotional rollarcoaster. but its fun being an emotional rollarcoaster. at least im expressing myself. by some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRU. IM NOT SEDUCTIVE. hahs. you are! and sentosa isnt really out of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER YANYING. im so sorry i forgot to bring your presents. i promise to rmb to bring them on thurs okay? and oh anger. MY CHEMISTRY HW AND THE SWISS KNIFE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 good luck adapting! dont you dare forget me. once a term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. ILU TOO! hothothot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA. i missed you so much. talking to you now but still. RESPOND FASTER! when shall we go to get our a from pastamania? hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delusions.&lt;br /&gt;denise 0532pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113567814836335523?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113567814836335523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113567814836335523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113567814836335523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113567814836335523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113559907682437453</id><published>2005-12-26T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T04:33:11.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to michael. lala. and doing my chinese compo. which isnt really helping. hes currently in tokyo. and his birthday is in two days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is such a fun time. went for three masses in two days. the childrens mass was so amusing. and according to somebody somebody else looked damn hot in a black shirt. hahs. and now everybody else else is clamouring to find out how damn hot that somebody else looked that day. hahs. complexity. my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. hey twinnie. we really have telepathy with each other! tested and proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHLEEN. heyhey. MERRY CHRISTMAS to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL. this is early but. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. you may be taller but im older. hahs. MERRY CHRISTMAS. and oh. HAVE FUN IN TOKYO. see you in cath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE. hey exclassmate. MERRY CHRISTMAS to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masquerade&lt;br /&gt;denise 0811pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113559907682437453?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113559907682437453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113559907682437453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113559907682437453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113559907682437453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-talking-to-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113505471603546246</id><published>2005-12-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:58:36.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked cookies and cake on sat for the sunnight party. me crystal clare. tried making all kinds of weird shapes but ended up with half the results in the bin cause we nice people did not want anybody to get cancer. had so much fun. although the cake wasnt really properly baked. so i put in the refrigerator in hope that it would freeze. i can feel people smirking at me. but whatever. i got like a b3 for homeed. i think its partly because me and gracelyn always go around proclaiming how nice our food is. after which we would throw nearly evrything away. and all that oyster sauce. hahs. anyway.crystal went to some sports hall thing. clare and i sent her to the busstop and waited with her for the bus. clare thought that the guy on the bus was cute! hahs. blackmail. and told crystal not to disappoint her legions of fans. went back to my house and tried to figure halo out. i gave up like after 5 minutes and left clare to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy my new phone. sent clare home. and on to my darling bimbo's house. and yes. your room is very pink. i like your bedframe. suann and i have the most yuanfen!  met at yck/amkcc's hanlanguage bu yue er dong ly on fri night. hahs. had fun carolling. and having a conference with anger and biru although we're like 5 steps away from each other. squeezed me yanying and biru on a small couch. had a christmas quiz. anger yanying biru kept turning to me. hahs. cause we were in a grp together. luckily i paid attention to mark in cath. made my dad drive all ard the estate in the hope of finding me. and oh he did! together with my sister who had to sit with me cause the back was cramped with yanying anger and biru. not that they are fat or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the SUNDAYPARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mass with clare. sat right in front. totally clare's idea! but the subject of our fanclub didnt come so yeah. stared at someone else. hahs. CLARE WAS MESMERISED! and our fanclub only consist of two people. namely me and clare. so yeah. you can probably guess who it is. hahs. had to go to the freakin market with my parents so i closed my eyes the whole time and clung on to my dad. returned to church to meet crystal and clare. clare sings really well! yeah. my dear twin. went to j8 with crystal. met her friend grace while waiting aimlessly for clare. dragged by crystal to the bishan sports hall. left clare and me carolling by ourselves while crystal and grace went to see the games. got bored. raised my head up just in time to see a shuttle hit some guy on his forehead. meanme. but yeah. it was quite hilarious. started taking pictures of the lights. they look like stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY! the crux of it all. the guards stopped us at the gates cause francis booked the pit under another flat. and at the same time told me that he was going to 530 mass. i was like WHAT! but yeah. walked to the pit. pavillion actually. started to rain. then this group of people ran into the pavillion. sat down and started smoking eating and all that jazz. we were like sure we'll let you stay here. but a little courtesy wont kill you. the rain stopped and they left. laura came. with four bottles. we were like whoa. whos gonna drink that? hahs. clare went into jaychou mode. we decided to join SUPERBAND. hahs. clare can do r&amp;b. laura rock. crystal heavy metal. im pop/rock. NOT BUBBLEGUM. and rachel's our manager!. hahs. my fabulous idea of combining all the elements. and then rachel decided to grace us with her presence. me and clare were sitting with our backs to the steps. when suddenly rachel mumbled smth i didnt understand. and everybody was quiet. i didnt really think anything bout it until i saw clares face. it was like totally white. i turned and saw francis! scary. so my basic instinct was to start screaming. which i very nicely did. and whacked him with my bag for good measure. my poor bag. laura reckoned that the whole area ard the pool heard me. yay. im such a good screamer. clare and i were so frightened that we went to the washroom to cry. but the washroom was so dark that we started screaming. regelated to the steps. i turned back and saw jervis. and promptly started screaming again. then francis came down still wearing that white shirt that freaked the two of us out. laura thought that he was apologising. but no. he was like crying also can laugh. decided that we'll think of a way to get back at him. which we didnt. played taiti. they did anyway. i just sat there watching. and clare did her strepsils thing. i totally didnt do it okay. i was trying to dissuade her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball. funfun. were supposed to play guys against girls but decided that we outnumbered them by a lot. and as clare and i are like stuck at the hips we sent rachel over. hahs. bet she had fun. me and clare just walked ard showing our need to be watching legally blonde. the basketball looked like a chestnut. hahs. mark his wife and his daughter came. michaella. cute. shot some baskets after the guys went somewhere. rachel and laura suddenly ran off somewhere.walked back with clare crystal and the lees. ate pizza. made rachel take off all the green and red stuff from my pizza. shared it with clare. TWINNIES. taiti again. watched. again. hahs. BORING. at some point of the game jervis was like f you francis. and i was like ooh you wont want to. and clare was like I KNEW HE WAS GAY. hahs. finally truthordare. everybody played really safe by saying truth. but not fun. so i was like dare. but decided not to get wet. so they made me do a love declaration. i stood near the block and was like GABRIEL CHEE I LOVE YOU. multiple times. cause they wanted him to hear it. hahs. FANCLUB. francis was so embarrassed. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go swimming. i heard a splash and suddenly saw a head floating in the water. i was like that head looks really familiar. hahs. turned out to be jervis. freaky. hesitated because of the guard. went swimming fully clothed the last time and got scolded. but this time we were lucky. i had to tiptoe to get my head above the water while laura just stood there towering over me. thanks laura. that was totally my egoboost. hugged rachel and made her wet as well. cause she was happily standing there nice and dry. pretended to faint. which went well until i started laughing. my second attempt was worse. cause i was about to do my twirling thing when i slipped. hey. its hard to twirl in the water okay. made jervis do like a 100 pumping in the water for freaking me and clare out. i dont think he did it though. talked. and talked. and restrained clare from invading other people's privacy. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun. SECRET SANTA. i know everybody's secret and everything. hahs. wide connections. dont worry twinnie. your secret's safe with me. CAUSE THATS WHAT TWINS ARE FOR YES? when can we have another party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUANN. hey bimbo. love you too. had so much fun at your house. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE. you are who you perceive youself to be. i believe you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERVIS. all august people are nice except for you. and oh. im older than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stingofmytears&lt;br /&gt;denise  1258pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113505471603546246?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113505471603546246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113505471603546246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113505471603546246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113505471603546246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/funfun.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113447788888475154</id><published>2005-12-13T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T04:44:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from camp. test camp actually. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. VERY TIRED. but oh well. PATROL INDONESIA ROCKS. although we were in last place we were very rahrah. sometimes. patrol indonesia was really good at one thing though. GOSSIP. or rather discussion of certain untouchables/people. funfun. pandora/pad verena/beer azzi/bumblebee sharon/sophie sherry/scarey denise/geese jingting/jingles szehong/hongbao. so fun. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was like really really long. my mom and dad put me through the third degree in the car. bout my hair attitude shoes socks handwriting. but mainly bout my hair. and my dad went on saying smth bout the barber which i by default promptly blocked out to prevent further outblasts. bolted out of the car to get far far away. but the minute they drove off i totally wanted to go home and hide in my room. well. reached camp christine around 10+? had to repitch our dear tent because the previous grp screwed it up.  started to rain. hid in the lodge. cheers! ours was the result of sharon and pandora crapping ard. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the indo with the nesia and you get indonesia. i like my indonesia. i like my indonesia. i like my indonesia. i like my INDOINDO NESIANESIA. hahs. really really spas. and retarded. but thats just us i guess. at round 1am the people from the church camp next to our site started singing and playing with whistling sparklers. VERY LOUDLY. just after we decided to sleep after our DISCUSSION. nearly everybody on the site was like WAHLAO EH. SHUT UP LAH. and smth like that. i totally didnt bother. just went what the. and went back to sleep. around 3 it started to rain. and ard 4 our tent was flooded. it was like EW. we were all stranded on little islands. the sec4s on the poncho. me on my little sleepingbagisland. and the rest of he sec3s on their poncho as well. leaned against the middlepole but still couldnt get to sleep. very uncomfortable cause all our butts were wet. and gross. so guess what we did next? continue our discussions. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for second day we were COOKS. funfun. I FRIED THE POTATOES AND MADE THE CURRY. half of it anyway. and yeah. abigail and mschong put all the stuff in and i just stirred. the smoke kept getting into my eyes. so decided to stir with my eyes close. and then mdmf tried to make me look professional for a picture while abigail poured the stuff in. VERY FUN. except for the scrubbing. that was like really gross. had to miss orienteering. haii. but we were okay with that cause we did orienteering a few times before already. OUTDOOR COOKING. made bell chicken satay chocolatebananas chocolateapples the bread thing and some other stuff. very nice. was patrolleader that day so had to go for courtofhonour/coh. had already prepared my comment script. hahs. so sat right in front so that i'll be the first to speak. lala. craft. made candles for the cca thing on 29decemember. supper was the barley thing. was kind of gross after we poured out the water and only the white stuff were left. saralee cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day. woodandwater. had to do colours and morning reflection. KAYAKING. that was really fun. luckily for us the rest of the patrols were really nice and helped us with our patrol duties so that we couyld go for kayaking. i wanted somebody to capsize so that i could see the rescue process. hahs. selfish. but yeah. nobody capsized. me and sherry nearly hit the shore but yeah. managed to stick our paddles into the sand and steer us in another direction. created the raft thing. SRIT. selfreliance smth smth. the memory thing nearly killed us. hahs. the rope thing was so amusing. three people from our patrol 'died' while trying to cross the 'river'. azzi so smart. MINICAMPFIRE. we were the woodandwater patrol so we had to be the emcees and everything. firstly was the sec4s. they were like really funny and all that. thailand was the first to present their item. then me and azzi were the emcees for the next segment. perfected the bimbo act. had to yell over the raging fire. okay. maybe it wasnt raging but it was there alright. our item was the jealous moon. i was narrator. passed the script round and round. cause there was only one and there was three of us speaking with me standing on the bench and sharon and pandora standing on the floor.  then was sabah and singapore's performance. i thought that singapore's performance was brutally truthful. MANITO. verena was my angel. knew it. from the way anger went whose handwriting so ugly. hahs. i was michelle's angel. lala. adeline was really freaked out because she was mschong's angel and mschong yelled at her repeatedly the day before. hahs. hoped that unclegus would clean up for us. went to the washroom to bathe while the sec4s had to go for coh. sabah's sec3s were singing really loudly. some 5566 and kellypoon songs. and adelina's UNIQUE VOICE. hahs. adeline is renamed adelina by ME. came into our tent because there was nobody in her tent after quincy went to sleep in singapore's tent. talked. discovered some stuff. never knew that it was like that beneath the facade. msged adelina after the sec4s came back. and she heard my EQUALLY UNIQUE VOICE. hahs. fell asleep pretty quickly. didnt even know that shihan came into our tent. her phone rang at 6. some fir song. very loud. woke all of us up. i totally wasnt thinking and just blurted out can we go back to sleep for another halfanhour. after looking at my phone and realising that it was only 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY. we were all like really high. hahs. verena made me do all the lower lashings because she couldnt squat cause she was constipated and that there wasnt a clean washroom. hahs. nearly everybody was constipated. striked camp. YAY. packed up everything. prize presentation. went back to school. never thought that i'll be so happy to see school. packed some stuff. walked around with adelina. oh. and mschong named her toy monkey ade after adelina. hahs. she was like even more freaked out on the whole bus ride. on the whole ride the sec4s were going way high singing to every song. asked my mom to pick me up. cut my hair. bought chocolate. went home. FAMOUS AMOS COOKIES. bathed and everything. clean water is a joy to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was generally okay. learnt many things about many people. really glad bout it. going out with clare and people tmr. yay. meeting her at j8. and the rest at orchard. lala. to buy cookie mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onthewaydown&lt;br /&gt;denise  8.44pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113447788888475154?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113447788888475154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113447788888475154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113447788888475154'/><link 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was ending at 1130. well. at least i contributed. well. not really. i only modified eugenias' steps. but well i did smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is killing me. and aaroncarter's playing in the background. haii. some earthquake song. i totally forgot all my chemical things and all that jazz. not that i really knew what msthang was talking bout despite sitting in front for 3/4 of the entire school year. but sitting right in front is fun. you get to zone out and everything and tchers dont really care cause they think that people who sit in front are nice eager to learn people. well. i just sat there and spent nearly the whole year trying to make eyecontact with somebody who also sat in front. oh and sitting at my seat is really fun cause whichever direction you face there'll be backing. and you can be the ever so friendly classreceptionist. seriously. oh yeah. and the projector. which jessie very nicely shoves in our direction when we are changing. my fav aaroncarter song is playing. yay. ive got like 5 chinese newspaper like things to do. one documentry to watch. one newspaper review to write. one stack of socialstudies worksheets and half of math and of course my dear chemistry hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no. im so not a bimbo. nor an airhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember we'd be up all night&lt;br /&gt;talking 'till the morning light yeah&lt;br /&gt;like the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;those simple days&lt;br /&gt;just you and me&lt;br /&gt;i see you baby&lt;br /&gt;i know whats on your mind&lt;br /&gt;cause you look like youve got smth to say yeah&lt;br /&gt;i may not say those words any more&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it just aint my way&lt;br /&gt;you ask me do i love you but&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;when i walked on the water for you&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;my first steps on the moon&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why&lt;br /&gt;i gave three wishes to you&lt;br /&gt;you asked the question&lt;br /&gt;but the answer lies&lt;br /&gt;in you in you&lt;br /&gt;the answer lies in you&lt;br /&gt;remember we used to laugh and say&lt;br /&gt;no one understood our way&lt;br /&gt;and there were times&lt;br /&gt;you would cry&lt;br /&gt;while knocking on my door&lt;br /&gt;i was there to shelter your pain&lt;br /&gt;i feel you baby&lt;br /&gt;so get that off your mind&lt;br /&gt;we can make it to a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;i may not say those words anymore&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i can make it my way&lt;br /&gt;you ask me do i love you but&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;when i walked on the water for you&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;my first steps on the moon&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why&lt;br /&gt;i gave three wishes to you&lt;br /&gt;you asked the question&lt;br /&gt;but the answer lies&lt;br /&gt;in you in you&lt;br /&gt;the answer lies in you&lt;br /&gt;the answer girl&lt;br /&gt;lies within your heart&lt;br /&gt;please take a look inside&lt;br /&gt;you ask me do i love you but&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;when i walked on the water for you&lt;br /&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;my first steps on the moon&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why&lt;br /&gt;i gave three wishes to you&lt;br /&gt;you asked the question&lt;br /&gt;but the answer lies&lt;br /&gt;in you in you&lt;br /&gt;the answer lies in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion&lt;br /&gt;denise  5.07pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113403288284458765?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113403288284458765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113403288284458765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113403288284458765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113403288284458765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/alls-been-fun-blissdom-and-paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113344751161753060</id><published>2005-12-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:31:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>church camp is so FUN. esp room five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me rachel clare crystal laura marcia sharon gabby joanne and occasionally nicole. ROOM FIVE ROCKS!! especially at night. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was okay. food was like crap. gave a lot to joseph and hansel. pays to have guys in your group cause they can eat for you. hahhs. action songs. kinda weird. captains ball. poked gideon. repeatedly. hahs. funfun. bonded with my roomies. we had so much fun together. refused to wear my flats cause they looked really ugly. so walked barefooted to the really gross girls' bath to bath and all that. had praise and worship. had to sit right in front. meow!! slept at 2++. CMM JAM. go clare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 545 cause my alarm rang. very awake for somebody who only slept for ard 3 hrs. walked to the park. had breakfast. comtemplated to jump into the lake/river but decided not to cause it was like really murky. just wanted to see how deep is it. gideon went on bout how vertically challenged i was. THANK YOU MAN. totally what i needed in the morning. gossiped. thats was so frienemy. right laura? hahhs. meangirls all the way. played again. me laura facils against everybody else. herman was so tall and scary. hahhs. WATER BOMBS. really really fun. picked up aaron's glasses. but forgot bout the lenses. hahhs. and this is when the serious things began. had prayer time. sat at the back. sang. then moved to the front with clare rachel and my roomies. prayed. really prayed. the storm raged and stopped. and raged. and stopped. nicholas said it was a sign of God. felt really shaky at some time. heard somebody fall. was really scared. prayed for faith. for me to really believe. and for my friend. then two people came to pray over me. when they started i just couldnt stop crying. it just came out. i couldnt even speak properly. felt very overwhelmed. and you know what? i believed. BELIEVED. really really believed. watched the candle burn. saw Christ's shadow. from where i was sitting i could see a different image because of the way the statue was made. what i saw was Christ lifting his arms. and it looked like he was giving even when he was on the cross for us. FOR US. and he didnt have to. God didnt have to make his only Son die for us. but He did. that really showed how much He was willing to give. then i started crying again. after a while they switched on the lights again. hugged. crystal couldnt stop crying. poor girl. meow!! sharing. jervis' was like really scary but really inspirational. then we got really high. rooming together is so fun. esp with all of us there. we found a formula to get smart. at crystal's expanse. c lee. hahhs. shes my sparkling crystal. WARM FUZZIES. i feel so mean cause we had very little time to write and so many people wrote to me. haii. sorry.i'll make up for it okay? be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY. really sad cause we had to leave. gonna miss them all. but we'll have fun. we also do dont we? we did a lot of stuff together while we were there. we have peterpan eraser weiwei patrickthestarfish s-lo/woof and meow. GOBBLEGOBBLEQUACKQUACK!! we had so much FUN. love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;denise  10.31pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113344751161753060?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113344751161753060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113344751161753060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113344751161753060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113344751161753060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/12/church-camp-is-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113308264735784516</id><published>2005-11-27T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:10:47.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ky. yeah. loveyou too. touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to suann's church ytd. cold. very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the house at 9.30 to meet anger at jurongeast. picked up her contacts. scanned my eyes while she was at it. apparently im shortsighted. oh well. ignorance is bliss. she took so long. hahhs. whiny. even i know how to put contacts right anger? she took ard half anhour to put one on and another half to take one off. hahhs. went to macs. came out. went to longjohns. anger is ADDICTED to their chillisauce. hahhs. went to shilin. and ate. went back to macs. and ate again. and study. and take a lot of pictures. showing what a bunch of selfobssessed people we are. hahhs. greedy people. crossed the road twice. cause we went in the wrong direction. the security guard uncle was like why you'll come back again? hahhs. went to the library to STUDY. actually we just took the escalators up and down. and ran to the washroom. had to walk back to the mrt station. was raining. heavily. me and anger donated $10.30 between us. we were like okay. met yanying at yiochukang. took a cab. nearly missed suann's church. quite nice. homely. ate dinner there as well. me and suann prided ourselves on being coy1ers. hahhs. the programme was great considering that i didnt read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have church camp tmr. until wed. still dno what to pack. considering bringing my whole wardrobe along. haii. hope that the whole thing w be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are we gonna get the player on thurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justonelookatyou&lt;br /&gt;denise  5.10pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113308264735784516?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113308264735784516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113308264735784516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113308264735784516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113308264735784516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ky.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113238632326715107</id><published>2005-11-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:22:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. watched harypotter with yanying and jessica. we had so much fun. hahhs. like erm. jessica spilling coke all over herself. yanying losing her burger cause apparently it rolled onto the floor or smth. and for me. oops. nth happened to me. guess im the only normal one then. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. not spoiling anything for anybody. but yeah. viktor krum is seriously the ugliest character. when he came onscreen for the first time the three of us were like ew. simultaneously!! xinyoulingxiyidiantong. hahhs. emmawatson is pretty. katieleung is okay. oh yes. and cedric diggory robert pattinson. me and yanying were arguing in the theater who he looks like more. i said princewilliam and she said superman. so i think that means tom welling. jessica agrees that he looks more like prince william. yay. theres one part that was kinda scary. i squealed and yanying screamed. it was like the whole theater was silent and the two of us suddenly burst out. more yanying than me anyway. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had precamp training the day before. camp name is camp ties. theres thailand indonesia east malaysia and singapore. in indonesia. then azzi started saying smth bout black magic so we ended up doing a bit on camp identity. lala. tiring. learnt to build a kitchen shelter and tent. went to j8 for lunch break. bought verena her two pieces of bread and one piece of fish. hahhs. her plain fillet burger. bought me and anger's stuff and walked back to the guides hse. anger was like are we the latest are we the latest. i was like okay you walk in front of me so that i'll be the latest and you can be second latest. hahhs. our screwed logic. but whatever. waited for her mom to come. gossiped. while marion reminded her not to seduce me. hahhs. have fun on sunday. and oh today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cathclass party on the 12th. which is a long time ago. quite fun. rachel me griselda marianne michael francis joseph hansel and four of the stnics girls. thought i was late enough but turned out that i was the second to reach. haii. played pingpong. but decided that it was more fun chasing the ball ard while rachel and griselda played. aruged with marianne. she'll make a very gd travelling companion. hahhs. the two of us were just going on and on and on. four of us played netball against the guys. we rawked. and basketball. okay. then me rachel griselda and marianne started walking ard the swimming pool. all was nice and fun. until griselda started spashing us with water. cause i told her if i got wet im just gonna go swimming. hahhs. so she did. so yeah. sent her dearest sister marianne back with our phones so they wont crack or smth. fun fun. played with them in the water until the security guard came to tell us that we cant be in the water with all our clothes on. lala. so we gave up playing in the water and started roasting ouselves next to the fire. nice and warm. nth to do and all the stnics girls left. well. we werent very close to them in the first instance so yeah didnt really speak to them. just hi and bye and all the jazz. played trught or dare. not a lot of things to do. but we managed. like erm. getting marianne to yell happybirthday to the kid and drawing all over michael's face. hes crazy. very. but yeah. FUN. left ard 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out&lt;br /&gt;denise  2.22pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113238632326715107?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113238632326715107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113238632326715107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113238632326715107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113238632326715107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey_20.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113178235127761533</id><published>2005-11-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:59:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. im back!! lala. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cairns brisbane goldcoast. wanted to meet cheralyn there but conveniently forgot her email add. haii. wanted to go surfing but yeah. parents. argh. waves were really nice though. got kinda wet but yeah. fun fun fun. surfboards cost around 400 each. and that's like the chaepest around. tiki. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed many pple ard here. yanying esp cause she reminded me repeatedly to miss her. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biru. i wanna go out with you and yanying also!! JUST LIKE HEAVEN. hahhs. so how many meetings did i miss already? yeah!! DANCE!! take appleton. me and kaiyin saw it in lime a few months ago. wanted to take but were scared and poor. hahhs. selling at all major pharmacies. like watsons. guardian. and unity. i saw it before. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty oh. i kept hearing lala by ashlee simpson and back at one by brian mcknight. seriously. nearly everyday when i was in australia. and my sister decided to become a dolphin feeder and a horse rider. my mom and dad are worried bout their future. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movieworld was a bit.. cause compared to universal studios it kinda pales in comparison. universal studios and disneyland was cool. except when my sisters insisted on queuing to see mickey mouse's hse. seriously. rides were fun. STIMULATOR!! and yeah. ROLLER COASTERS. i suppose age was a factor cause i went there when i was like what 11? hot air ballooning was fun. but a tad too not exciting for me. EXCITEMENT. like erm. SURFING. which i wasnt allowed to try. cant wait to get back there with my cousin. she lets me do anything. well. almost. cause shes way cool. love her. &lt;3 we'll have so much fun together. lala. like we always do. cant wait till she finished her exams man. 24 november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. gonna miss su when she goes to perth. have fun visiting the high sch with our kinda old yellow pe tee. and erm. track pants. take lots of pics!! miss anger too. YANYING BIRU. GO OUT!! hurry. im feeling so deprived. hahhs. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crusheecrusher&lt;br /&gt;denise  3.59pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113178235127761533?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113178235127761533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113178235127761533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113178235127761533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113178235127761533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey_11.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-113059271790186718</id><published>2005-10-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T06:31:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is it. the end of our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss kaiyin. very much. when i saw her leaving in the train which i pushed in i was like kinda heartbroken. its like it suddenly hit me that i may see her only once or twice for the rest of my life. i waved. i know she said that she would come back like once a month. but really? i mean between all her schoolwork and mine.. but still we can make this thing work. persevere. but whatever. i'll ALWAYS remember you. and you had better rmb me. bff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. one school year has come and gone. didnt do very well. but yeah. thats just me. ms leong's leaving. ms chia's leaving. ms lavina's leaving. mrs ng's leaving. ms ng's leaving. mrs quek's leaving. ms chia is a very nice teacher though she always nags and nags and nags. for our welfare i guess. but yeah. she's a really swell teacher. mrs ng also. but nv really liked ms lavina. but i suppose shes quite nice except when it comes to late and unsatisfactory hw.i conclude that 2h has the nicest group of teachers. 2h. erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda freaked when i entered 1h last yr. cause i was wearing that pinaform thingy and looked so different from the rest of the people. didnt like some pple. wanted to befriend some others. i rmb that my first friend was fateha. cause i sat next to her in class. near taina and kelly. then i switched to aamilah chaili behind pamela. thats when yuanting came. didnt really like her at first. but well. first impressions last but they often aint correct. found that she was quite a nice person if you know her well enough. kaiyin was also one of my first few friends in cedar. sitting behind me. often talked to her in class. and with charistoh. tahdah. my first clique in cedar. the beginning of what was to come for the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spraying water on each other can calling it volunteering to water the plants. freak out on what to eat and in the end not eating at all. daydream. rock the town. lay down on the supershallow swimming pool. eating smsing in the cinema. cry together in cinema. yell at each other cause we just didnt agree or wanted to go against each other. made mistakes which only close friends realise. like screaming another person's name unintentionally.critisize and finding fault with the people in the magazine with our specially trained eyes. reading the synopesis. arguing for no ryhme or reason. writing letters in class. gtting caught. eating in class. making fun of our hcl teachers. doing things at the most inappropriate times. like running up before the teacher calls you. doing well and doing crappily. laughing. crying. we've done it all. GO US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things bad things. i admit that its hard to forget everything we've ever done to each other. esp the bad stuff cause that just human nature. you said that you'd try to forget. i'll try to. hopefully the next time we meet it wont be so daoful. like i dao you you dao me. not fun. so passe. next time we meet im gonna smile at you. its kinda weird the way a smile can change everything doesnt it? but yeah. i want you to know that i am me. there's a difference between what you want and what i want. im shelter pampered a daddy's girl whatever. that's me. take it or leave it. so yeah. a word of caution. stop asking me to change. im me. and that's as far as i can go. and if you keep asking me to change i dont see you doing anything. do not do unto others what you do not want others to do onto you. savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. gonna miss the class chalet cause im going overseas and stuff. realise i have a lot of places to go this hols. australia. church camp. camp christine. snowcity camp. o6 campfire planning. so fun. i like to be busy. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss 2h. and being the unofficial class receptionist. everytime somebody comes to our class for smth or somebody i'll be the first person they see. cause i sit right infront. and no im not a teacher's pet. its just because at 1.57 im vertically challenged. and peopple can ask me many many questions at one go. and i'll have to keep turning my head in different angles to look for different people. at the end of the day it kinda hurts the neck. but otherwise its kinda fun. all the people in class. close to some. not so to others. rmb all the times fatmah had to holler at us to make us hand up our forms. and when i helped pple forge their parents signature. lining up with manprit gracelyn atiqah and fateha during assembly. changing manprit from a dog to a reindeer. im fickleminded. forcing manprit to clap when the speakers finish talking. and saying that as her mistress its only right that i teach her to be courteous and polite. santa's wonderful home for happy reindeers and kennels for happy dogs. hahhs. her summer camp. hiding charlotte with us when we are getting ready to get into the science labs. and ms thang nv knew where charlotte was. hahhs. plucking peoples' hair to experiment with the fire. me and gracelyn are experts when it comes to handling fire hair and splints. rebonding and perming. we used to hide the wooden splints in the drawers so that we could play the next time we come to the science labs. we've been doing that since the first few science lab lessons last year. very fun. me and gracelyn. partners. yay. gonnamiss all of you. love the loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;denise  9.31pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-113059271790186718?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113059271790186718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=113059271790186718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113059271790186718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/113059271790186718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112998879432412328</id><published>2005-10-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T06:46:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having mood swings. just like what that woman said ytd. hahhs. one time im high the next thing you know im six feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days of mekaiyinrachel. tues wed thurs. cause fri and mon no school. haii. im gonna miss you. and you had better miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handed in option form ytd. think i made some really stupid options. but haii. the thing is over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking. i think i grew up quite a lot this year. i think. you know how pple said that your sec sch friends are the ones who would accompany you through the bulk of your life? they obviously were not from the modern era. we broke up. kaiyins leaving. i dont think i can handle rachelkoh on my own. i swear if she hits me one more time im gonna get her. hard. pamela style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked through my photobook just now. i saw everything we had. memories. i was like. what happened to us? saw smth isadora wrote me when i lost that bk. she wrote bu yao qing yan fang qi fo ze dui bu qi zi ji. meaning if i give up easily i'll be letting myself down. im fully letting the feeling of disappointment in myself sink in. im afraid. that i dont deny. i dno whats on whats not. whatever. i guess this time it really is goodbye. yes yes. craig david.but yeah it a great half year and half year which we had. be it screaming at mrt stations or screaming at each other. we nv manage to do escape. after so much planning and what not. daydreamers. field trips. nearly everything under the sun. facinations with anklets. everything we were i guess. strawberry birthday cakes. borrowing lighters. it was like God said let there be the four who would love and &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; strongly dislike each other at the same time. if we meet again i would like to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought that skirt. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love manprit. my darling reindeer. santa's wonderful home for happy reindeers. lets get into the christmas mood already!! presses YOUR nose. hahhs. loveya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowitstoolatetoturnitard&lt;br /&gt;denise  9.46pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112998879432412328?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112998879432412328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112998879432412328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112998879432412328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112998879432412328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/10/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112904077593468466</id><published>2005-10-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:26:15.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. in case anybody's wondering. no im not dead. ive just got very good will power. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its over!! lalala. so happy. i think im going delirious. hahhs. me kaiyin rachel went to suntec after geog cause rachel's father had complementary tickets. lucky us. comtemplating what would happen to rachel if anybody kidnapped her. started discussing wax fingers. and thought bout how unoriginal some names are and how we should rename it potassium hydroxide and co. instead. hahhs. but we only needed to meet him at 12 so roam ard suntec and got sidetracked often. very often. but who cares. i spotted all the nice stuff. left rachel to haggle with the salesgirl bout her sports bra. went to all the nike and relative sports shop there is in suntec. and when i say all i mean ALL. royal sporting house . even adidas. kinda weird going into adidas and asking for nike stuff but rachel can pull it off. gofigure!! just as we were walking out of that tiny nike on the sec level i suddenly saw this cute brown with pink skirt. called them back to admire it. three of us trooped back into the changing room. as there was like only 1 free we all went inside there. together. but hell. fbt!! rachel has this weird way of wearing things over another. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that we sidetracked. a lot. so rushed all the way to the place. actually we didnt rush. we were just walking fast and telling rachel not to break people's high heeled shoes. hahhs. rachel father veh nice. she was like daddy i need money to buy a skirt. which i chose btw. then he was like how much. she said give me ard 50 can already. he just gave her a fake glare and handed it over. me and kaiyin were like whoa. ran with rachel to the washroom and left kaiyin there holding our bags. bought stuff then went in. sat right at back. kinda scary and stupid me wanted to sit right inside. how dense can i get? but whatever. the postexam thing was getting to me. held on to kaiyin for like the first part of the show. kaiyin was like why did we choose this movie? i was shrieking. and rachel was just sitting there calmly. hahhs. ms cool. cried a bit at the last part. but only a bit. the only full waterworks movie was a cinderella story. esp the froggie part. charlotte wouldve liked that. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the washroom again. even though we only like drank half a cup of coke. then went back to that tiny new nike shop to get rachel's skirt. WHICH I CHOSE. hahhs. ive got gd taste. went to the body shop. kaiyin wanted to buy smth for her senior. me and rachel were just fooling around. rachel proceeded to spray all the different scents on my hand. and all the lotions. hahhs. rose and floral is the nicest. moonflower were just disgusting. rachel went on to try on NEARLY ALL the diff lipstick and everything. she was like ohh. so nice the colour. and she tried it. hahhs. ended up with kaiyin buying the floral. ive gd taste. as usual. rachel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to flash n splash. our inhouse perv thought it was smth else but yeah. thats her. get used to it. :)) the wallets there were kinda hmm. so yeah. didnt buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somerset hereen. saw rachelt manprit taina pamela kelly and szemin. was waving frantically before they even spotted me. hmph. nvm. shows that ive got gd eyesight. hahhs. egoism. took neoprint. finally. after a two term hiatus. hahhs. thought i saw somebody familiar. but cant really rmb who. oh wells. rushed to tll. was early. mann. bummer. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so free. until the results come back that is. on mon. haii. at least we have the next 3 days off. whoos. lalala. getting high again. changing blogskin soon. lalala. this is getting old. lala. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatihaveleftiswhatipretendtobe&lt;br /&gt;denise  10.26pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112904077593468466?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112904077593468466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112904077593468466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112904077593468466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112904077593468466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey_11.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112704798149770894</id><published>2005-09-18T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T05:53:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its over. and they didnt even give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mass for the second time this wk. ytd and td. had nth to do and my cousin and sister wanted to go so i went with them. christmas trees!! rachel agrees with me. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last esp ytd. haii. went to church at 9. actually earlier. by that bit. anyway. cause my sister had ballet at like 830. how can you start jumping ard at 830 in the morn? and super tight shoes with pink ribbons. and smth bout character shoes. whatever. she was yelling at me cause i was bathing and that she was gonna be late. after i came out she said smth bout having to go to the washroom. i ended up waiting for her for five. when she came out she continued yelling at me saying at if i had came out earlier she wont have to go. i was like you are so weird. and illogical. had to go through third degree from my mom and dad cause of my skirt and flats. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reached church i took out my history stuff to do. hist rep must keep up with appearances. hahhs. msg rachel. didnt reply. as usual. then hansel came. and francis. and all the other guys. and i was like where is rachel!! called her. she was aslp. i was like dearie. does 9 in the church ring a nice shiny christmas bell? im having a fixation with christmas cause i did my painting on it. but yeah. when she finally arrived i was like about time. by then i had totally given up doing hist. there were so many stuff distracting me. there was this woman who asked me to look after her leaves and smth bout the gardener. and people looking for th ebasement and the washroom. i was half aslp. and the guys were playing guitar which made me want to fall aslp even more. and the magazine in my bag was just begging to be read. i could just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the room. aircon!! before that we were just sitting ard in front of the bkshop. and we were singing and everybody walking ard was just staring at us. it was so amusing. in the room. temp goes down but the tension goes up. ooh. and the st nics girls came. started practising. for real. first few min went well. i think. then some pple started coming in. justin cant tell the diff btwn high and low. he said i was going too low. so i kept trying to go higher. and he was like the guys cant go so low. i was like what? matthew was like going higher means the voice gets sharper. then justin went oh yeah. i was like what?? then pple started getting pissed with each other. sat nxt to rachel. as usual. sitting nxt to her was scary. you know shes pissed and yet you cant do anything bout it. we just popped impacts and started listening to dreamstreet. jessemcartney!! baby down on dreamstreet. and michael was positively screeching. on purpose. i tried throwing rachel's nice wodden-mechanical pencil like thing at him and he got blinded. by the action of throwing i suppose. hah!! the pencil veh nice. cant be wasted on screeching pple. hahhs. started doodling on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything was finally fine and dandy we had lunch. finally. i couldnt wait to get out of there man. cold. had to buy green beans. for shakers. so went to thomson plaza. wanted somebody else to go for us but they ran so fast. mark gave us 10. and the keys to the room. bought lunch for rachel as her bday present. hahhs. sorry. but at that time got no time no money and nothing to buy. :)) bk. fries make gd lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurried back all the way for fear that pple would be stuck outside wo the key. but to our utmost sorrow they were already inside. man. wanted to lock them out for a while. hahhs. me and rachel are evil pple. :)) raphael is so cute. at first i was like is that a boy or girl? hahhs. he veh cute. came up and ate my fries. or did i offer it to him. whatever. hes like four. and jumping ard on the chairs. then he grabbed somebody's guitar and tried bringing it ard. came back and told me that he had that instrument at home. not bad. the 6yearolds at the childcare could barely say instrument. smart kid!! hahhs. started bouncing on michael. brought his waterbottle to where we were sitting. and put it in the middle of the table. which was very cluttered. like bigshot. hahhs. started jumping ard again. cute and smart. hahhs. had to make our shakers. i realise that my nails are useless. hahhs. had to get joseph to help me tear the scotchtape. and smth happened and i screamed. exact pitching. hahhs. used all of justin's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembled outside the main church at 115. last time we had to sing that mission song. walked to the bus. having scotchtape war. me and rachel were just pulling at the scotchtape. and all the no good ones we stuck on justin and michael. hahhs. rachel said i was dangerous. justin said i was fatal. i said i was vital. not bad huh!! :)) sat with rachel in front of matthew and justin. thats when all the trouble started. threw michael the finished stuff. which alex got and promptly threw it back at us. note. at us. not to us. stuffed the stuff between me and rachel. ripped the greenbeans bag. oops. had to get the bag together again. ooh. matthew was blinded by my brillance. who isnt? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were FINALLY at the home. it was like salvation. until we walked in. went in search of the washroom. went on stage and did our stuff. it was okay i suppose. seeing as we did it in like 3+ hrs. went to help out with the games and stuff. the people were kinda scary. i know its mean knowing that they are being sedated but i dont mean it as you know erm. scary in the sense as that not appearance wise but the way they kept trying to get closer to us esp the girls is a bit scary if you know what i mean. me and rachel stuck to each other like glue. hahhs. last wk was a tad traumatising. the guys ate the consolation prize. it was so hilarious. had to clean the floor. one look and i was like erm. its gonna take forever. for onreperson anyway. cleaned everything up in ard 10 - 15 min. cleared the tables and the floor.at least we didnt have to wash the trays and everything like last wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was a great 4wks. some more fun then others. but yeah. i wanna go back to silra!! mark said that he wanted everybody to bond and to know each other well but not that well. meaning friends but no dating. we were like no prob. hahhs. i know nearly everybody. i think. well. yeah. keyword being nearly. my nearly. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for my parents and sisters to come. michael badgered me into donating money into his siblings' donation box. the puppy look. hahhs. and he nearly knocked me down before that. there was this big nice space between me and the wall and he still had to knock into me. so much for being lame. prob looking for his wheelchair. :)) but yeah. me being veh nice and generous donated to both. hahhs. luckily i brought my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played volleyball for pe the other day. had to run 6 runs of the outside of the sports hall. wasnt veh long actually. but the focus was 6 rounds. not the outside of sports hall. 6 is a big no. hahhs. i wasnt even out of breath. yayy. even though we havent ran for so long. cause of exams and stuff. me and kaiyin have considered joining taf so that we can skip jogging. hahhs. they make us jog and we all lose weight. and the taf ratio goes up cause there are too many skinny pple. and they scold us. for what? losing weight after running? weird. right. back to pe. despit having mothers who are volleyball captains me and kaiyin are just hopeless at it. i cant do the volley and kaiyin cant pass. hahhs. hopeless pple. julia nearly hit ms leong twice!! hahhs. cause she was there for observation and were laughing at us. not sneering but kinda friendly. friendly enough for a principal anyway. was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this is a really long post. guess i wont be posting anytime soon. until after exams anyway. im a gd nice considerate hardworking girl. :)) eng is on fri. haii. all the best pple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morethanwordstoshowyouhowifeel&lt;br /&gt;denise  8.52pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112704798149770894?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112704798149770894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112704798149770894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112704798149770894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112704798149770894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112616261565573246</id><published>2005-09-07T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:03:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im excited yet feels as if smth's pulling me down. so nervous and freaked out yet so calm. like im ever calm but whatever. so scared yet so willing to face up to the challenge. so happy yet so sad. so everything yet so empty. im so weird. and so screwed. dont agree. i can just feel you smirking at me. HMPH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth day of the hols already. havent done a single piece of hw yet. unless you count the half math paper. still have to study ecology. and finish up my sci geog hist lit notebooks. finish my art. and get somebody to teach me how to use photoshop. cause i obviously wasnt listening on mon. haii. gotta start mugging. bleahh. so much to do so little time. yes. it was a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by nov this whole ordeal w be over. eng in 2 wks. higherchi in 3. math and all that jazz in four to five. speaking of jazz music theory on 29 oct. im so screwed. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna do it. and i will. i can just feel it. my life has been totally leading up to it. i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a story. really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally was only eight years ole when she heard her mom and dad talking about her little brother Georgi. he was very sick and they had done everything they could afford to save his life. only a very expensive surgery could save him now.. and that was out of the financial question. she heard her dad say in a a whispered desperation 'only a miracle can save him now.'&lt;br /&gt;sally went into her bedroom and pulled out her piggybank from its hiding place in the closet. she shook all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. three times. the total had to be exactly perfect. no chance here for mistakes. tying the coins up in a cold-weather handkerchief, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drugstore.&lt;br /&gt;she waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention. but he was too busy talking to another man to be bothered by an eight-year-old. sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing sound. she cleared her throat. no good. finally she took a quater from its hiding place and banged it on the glass counter. that did it.&lt;br /&gt;'and what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. 'im talking to me brother.'&lt;br /&gt;'well, i want to talk to you about my brother' sally answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'he's sick.. and i want to buy a miracle.'&lt;br /&gt;'i beg your pardon' said the pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;'my daddy says only a miracle can save him now, so how much does a miracle cost?'&lt;br /&gt;' we dont sell miracles here, little girl. i cant help you.'&lt;br /&gt;'listen, i have the money to pay for it. just tell me how much it costs.'&lt;br /&gt;the well-dressed man stooped down and asked 'what kind of miracle does your brother need?'&lt;br /&gt;'i dont know' sally answered. a tear started down her cheek. 'i just know he's really sick, and mommy says he need an operation. but my folks cant pay for it. so i have my money.'&lt;br /&gt;'how much do you have?' asked the well dressed man.&lt;br /&gt;'a dollar and eleven cents' sally answered proudly. 'and its all the money i have in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;'well. what a coincidence,' smiled the well-dressed man. 'a dollar and eleven cents.. the exact price of a miracle to save a little brother.'&lt;br /&gt;he took her money in one hand and with the other he grasped her mitten and said 'take me to where you live. i want to see your brother and meet your parents.'&lt;br /&gt;the well dressed man was mr carlton armstrong, renowned surgeon specialising in solving georgi's malady. the operation was completed.. without charge. and it wasnt long until georgi was home again and doing well. mom and dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.&lt;br /&gt;'that surgery,' mom whispered. 'its like a miracle. i wonder how much it would have cost?'&lt;br /&gt;sally smiled to herself. she knew exactly how much a miracle cost.. a dollar and eleven cents.&lt;br /&gt;and the faith of a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so touching right. cried. like its a big surprise. hahhs. the girl is so sweet. love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixedup&lt;br /&gt;denise  3.03pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112616261565573246?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112616261565573246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112616261565573246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112616261565573246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112616261565573246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-excited-yet-feels-as-if-smths.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112541138773243039</id><published>2005-08-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T07:16:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was so fun. hahhs. anger's bday party. hahhs. gossiping pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition in the morn. couldnt sit straight. and keep fidgeting. hahhs. excited. went to church for esp. so fun. interaction with the pple in the ex-leoprasy home just further proved to me that they are just physically different. but under that layer of skin and muscle. we are all the same. appearances are not everything. if we try hard enough im sure that they are actually nicer, more considerate if we can just let them try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newsflash. i just realised that i lost another earstick and i cant find tha packet. which was new. again. yayy. gotta buy more tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that chased michael lee around for a while. couldnt resist. he asked whether i was shrinking cause i looked smaller. shorter. i was like what!! was wearing flats. just threw them in front of rachel and starting chasing him around barefooted. people were staring at us lar. hahhs. i'll have you know that i caught him okay. so much for saying that im smaller. huh!! nearly banged into father andrew or smth. then uncle gregory was looking at us like what are you doing? i just turned around and pretended that nth was happening. hahhs. refuse to walk by the lizard path. it was so gross. made rachel and her other brothers walk with me. they laugh weirdly. really. but the way they laugh just make you want to laugh. at them. hahhs. ran out of church cause was late for meeting yanying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alex andrea and another girl at the busstop. took 163 to toapayoh. took train to ps. thought i veh late already. when i just tap the card thing  yanying msg me say shes gonna be late. haii. hahhs. i rush for nth. started planning our veh elaborated route to take to anger's hse. went to ps to buy present. then yanying started complaining. hahhs. she can complain a lot. and i mean a lot. and she veh whiny. hahhs. took three trains. reached bukitbatok ard 7+8. then cab there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fun begins. gossiping like the whole time. huiyen called valerie. we were like all crowding ard the fone. was so exciting. she made anger and suann peel prawns for her to see who to ask valerie to msg first. suann won. but valerie msg anger first. hahhs. a lot of things happen. left ard 10+11. my dad took a wrong turn. hahhs. really fun. anger 14 liao!! whoos. now all the bdaysers are going for 15!! we rawk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hougang mall with kaiyin and ruiwen td. bought flowers for teachers and kaiyin. i made her buy 1 for me also. red roses for love. pink for friendship. and other colours for special people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deniise. 10.16pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112541138773243039?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112541138773243039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112541138773243039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112541138773243039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112541138773243039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/saturday-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112462911153934645</id><published>2005-08-21T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:58:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd had sec4 farewell and promotion. haii. happy and sad. it is possible to be happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first had promotion. five sec2s got promoted. yay. congrats!! :)) we must all jiayou together and bring cedarguides to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was farewell. first they come. then they go. haii. in the whole sec 2 cohort only me yanying suann crying. the rest were laughing lar!! we were like why are they so inhumane? suann was like trying to comfort me but couldnt cos she was crying also. the 3 of us sit in front. it was all so sad. anger biru were like change place with suann so we can cry together. hahhs. it was like at that time id already started missing them. hahhs. no more sec4s. haii. nxt yr we sec 3s liao. campfire yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manito. didnt play. suann me eugenia the bimbos in general. were cleaning the canteen. which is weird cause we all wont in logicists. but whatever. mopped the floor. then eugenia came to help me. shes so sweet!! love you bimbo. mopping the floor is veh fun. hahhs. but i dno how to squeeze the water out. hahhs. in the end forgot bout the water to go clean the hall. got yelled at by pamela. haii. yuanwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debrief. okay lar. usual. after we thanked them my leg suddenly numb. cannot walk. hahhs. got to hold on to yanying. pop champagne!! so fun. hahhs. valerie and weiyi popped it for us. styrofoam cups w release cfcs into the air which w then in turn cause the thinning of the ozone layer. and then we w all die. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8. yaniyng bought me an anklet!! hahhs. perlini's silver. forced her to. hahhs. walked to so many places. saw cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cath. erm. okay. singing. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missingyoualready&lt;br /&gt;deniise  8.58pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112462911153934645?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112462911153934645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112462911153934645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112462911153934645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112462911153934645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ytd-had-sec4-farewell-and-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112437188431150104</id><published>2005-08-18T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:56:53.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays the day&lt;br /&gt;todays the day that the Lord has made&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord has made&lt;br /&gt;we will rejoice&lt;br /&gt;we will rejoice&lt;br /&gt;and be glad in it&lt;br /&gt;and be glad in it&lt;br /&gt;for this is the day that the Lord has made&lt;br /&gt;we will rejoice and be glad in it&lt;br /&gt;this is the day&lt;br /&gt;this is the day&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to sing this in primary as after recess prayer. hahhs. God made me 14 years ago. 14 years 7 hours and 17 min ago. now being 8.46pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on 14 years. ive had a great life so far. with my ups and downs. mine. even the people who witnessed it will never know how i feel. cause the memories are mine. mine. and mine alone. nobody else. its really cool the way it works. God made us in a way that we can laugh when we are really crying. smile when we are crying. and just fake our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really remember anything from when i was young. my dad says he picked me from a bin. and my sisters also. so we are the bin babies. hahhs. my earliest memory is probably kindertune. you know. in yamaha. my mom says i started playing piano when i was three. okay. maybe at that time its not piano yet. keyboard. lalala. then kindergarten. i remember going to my friends house cause my grandmother couldnt fetch me or smth. the weird thing. i can still rmb what we ate. something vegetarian. hahhs. the way my mind works is weird. hahhs. next memory is kindergarten graduation. i came in top for k2. hahhs. full score. but so did other people. but whatever. i was the best. hahhs. rmb doing some weird weird indian dance. tied ribbons to chopsticks. so fun. hahhs. i rmb my grandmother bringing me to 7-11 before fetching my cousin. i rmb my uncle hitting my cousin. and him crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in primary school. i rmb crying myself to sleep when ive got to stay in my grandmother's house when ive got tuition near her place. i rmb taking the train to forum. i rmb memorising all the train stsations on the red line when i was bored on the train. i rmb hitting my friend on the bus. i rmb chasing the schoolbus. i rmb lying to the bus uncle. hahhs. banana bus. i rmb my grandmother's funeral when i was p3. i rmb locking myself in the toilet and crying for like a really long time. its was like only then that i realised that she was that good to me. i rmb my cousin telling us to like not cry. but in the end we all ended up in a heap on the ground. i rmb getting first in class when i was p4. i rmb singing for our ij album. i rmb going for an op when i was p5. i rmb the nice movable bed and how many people came to visit. i was like so loved. hahhs. i rmb singing with the school choir for the ij alumni. i rmb making our higherchinese teacher cry and run out of the class when i was p6. i rmb helping backstage at the ij fest in acsb. me nuttie evlin shalene faith sandra. i think. we were having so much fun in the backstage room. running along all the coridoors. and imitating the p2 dances. hahhs. i rmb getting my psle results. i rmb getting my posting results. i rmb crying. i rmb my dad being so disappointed that he really didnt talk to me for like a few days. i think he was like in shock. i rmb appealing to cedar. i rmb nearly crying in ms leong's office. hahhs. i rmb getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in secondary school. i rmb orientation. i rmb the translucent shirt. hahhs. i rmb lining up outside the art room on the first day of school. i rmb friendships. i rmb breaking up. i rmb mending. i rmb a lot of talking fantasizing. i rmb our imaginary road trips. i rmb knowing a lot of new people. i rmb marching for the guides interviewers. i rmb that i sat with fateha aamilah and chaili in first term last yr. i rmb writing names on styrofoam things and teasing each other about it. it was so amusing. hahhs. i rmb playing pingpong with our report books and five stones at the end of year. i rmb our super long conversations. i rmb our sec 2 dance. i rmb going to yoshinoya everyday after dance. i rmb yoshinoya playing the same song over and over again. i rmb that they were playing pug jelly once and adeline went totally high going pugjelly pugjelly the whole meal. hahhs. and pamela's theory about the sago. ive nv looked at sago in the same perspective. hahhs. i rmb arguing cause our ideas didnt match. i rmb being pissed cause nobody wanted to cooperate. i rmb getting my parents to buy me a guitar. 5 min after that i regretted my decision. i rmb bugging them for a skateboard. when they wanted to finally give me one i decided to be stubborn and refuse to accept it. im such a weird kid. hahhs.i rmb you yelling the joanne thing from the second level. me and yuanting were laughing like hell over it. i rmb us having no faith in each other. i rmb trying so hard. i rmb falling asleep while watching the day after tomorrow in school. i rmb crying while watching i am sam. i rmb valentines day. i rmb so many people exchanging gifts and everything. i thought i was living in eutopia. i rmb going to the gym and running out 5 min later. hahhs. i rmb walking to the swimming pool. i rmb suntanning. i rmb gossiping. i rmb cramming with you guys. i rmb going to many places. i rmb sneaking lunch into the cinemas. i rmb us laughing and crying together in the cinema. i rmb our many cold wars. i rmb thinking that you meant nth to me anymore. and i rmb knowing that that was only what my mind thinks but not what my heart feels. i rmb crying myself to sleep thinking that lifes not fair. i rmb telling myself that we should all move and not dwell on whats not meant to be. i rmb going against myself. i rmb our dancecheerleading thing. i rmb arguiing over the smallest things. i rmb snapping at each other. i rmb that i cried once more than you when we watched coach carter together. hahhs. i rmb our on off on off thing. we argued more than any old couple did. i rmb that sperms taste like fish. hahhs. how we found out youve gotta ask rachel koh. hahhs. long johns. hahhs. i rmb doing cip together. all of us and rachel koh. i rmb sitting on the staircase landing waiting for you cause i was so so early. and i rmb you came from the other side and didnt see me. i rmb how cute all the kids are. esp jianwei rion max sebastian nigel ryan xavier malcom. and of course. GABRIEL. &lt;3 hahhs. i rmb how shocked we all were when gabriel displayed true friendship. its was then i realised that a 6yr old has more friendships in his smallandmissingtwotooth body than all of us combined. i rmb laughing like theres no tmr when we went to the beach. talking about anything. and you pushed me into the sea and i got water all over my hair and everything. i was happy there and then. but there was something inside me that told me that after we leave the beach this whole thing would become a memory. smth that we can only think about and smth that w most prob nv happen again. i rmb leaving that place feeling that kids were the easiest people to deal with cause they were so naive innocent not scheming. i couldnt really sat the same bout us. i rmb breaking off. thinking that we were quits and that after this year we would have nth to do with each other again. estatic. if only life was that nice to us. i rmb having an internal battle. should i do this should i do that. i ended up not doing anything. shows just how indecisive i am. i rmb us being happy without each other. were we really happy? i guess i w nv find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever the case. God has been really nice to me. im thankful. really. life would be so boring without the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsmydaymyturntoshine&lt;br /&gt;deniise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112437188431150104?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112437188431150104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112437188431150104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112437188431150104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112437188431150104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-day-todays-day-that-lord-has.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112393620522448382</id><published>2005-08-13T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T05:31:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i got hate tags!! thats how famous i must be getting!! yayys. if you're trying to get me down. im sorry. theres too many bad things that have happened to me before and ive crumbled once too many times. and if you expect me to cry over this bit of crap that youre giving to me. im afraid that you are gonna disappointed. besides ive got people like kaiyindarling my dog and other people who i can count on. and besides people who pick on others are just too bored with their own lives that they have to go and jeopardise others'. simplified version? loser. zhi ji zhi bi bai zhan bai shen. knowing the person is the key to win the match. but apparently you really dont know who you're mesing with. havent you heard? dont mess with the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imnotafraidbutyoushouldbe&lt;br /&gt;deniise 8.29pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112393620522448382?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112393620522448382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112393620522448382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112393620522448382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112393620522448382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112376381907544254</id><published>2005-08-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:36:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kaiyin. so are you going? whatever you do i'll be happy for you. really. although i'll miss you like really badly. if you dare forget me you can just consider youself dead. hahhs. love you too. you know what? i think ive already started missing you. :)) cheesy. hahhs. we rock on the court!! and off it. tagg. you're it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshineinthepouringrain&lt;br /&gt;8.36pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112376381907544254?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112376381907544254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112376381907544254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112376381907544254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112376381907544254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/kaiyin.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112307353599962035</id><published>2005-08-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T05:52:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>during our frenship&lt;br /&gt;dere'll be tyms u wun c me beside you&lt;br /&gt;but dont think i left you behind&lt;br /&gt;i juz chose 2 walk behind u&lt;br /&gt;so tt i can catch u when u fall =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive still kept that msg. did you? you sent it when i was down. i became happier instantly. did you believe yourself? i believed you. and im still believing you. but i suppose you found somebody else to walk beside. and if you're happy then i suppose i'll be happy for you. its like my turn to walk behind. maybe. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burned my finger during art td. dno what happen. i suddenly let go of the tjanting thing. then it flipped. fell on rachel's skirt. got a few blobs. sorry rachel. hahhs. the wax fell on my hand. at first couldnt really feel the effect. 5 seconds later it was a totally new story. my whole hand was totally immobilised. an excuse to stop working. slack. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon had pe. bitchy. calling people an idiot wont make you any less of one. and only an idiot can call another person an idiot cos only the former will know what it is to be an idiot. and excessive rolling your eyes will cause them to be permanently stuck up there. rolling your eyes shows that you are looking for your brain. but since you have to keep rolling you eyes we can all presume that your brain is non existant cos even after constant searching you still cant find it. keep looking dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drained&lt;br /&gt;deniise  8.51pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112307353599962035?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112307353599962035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112307353599962035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112307353599962035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112307353599962035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/08/during-our-frenship-derell-be-tyms-u.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112264545549640670</id><published>2005-07-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T06:57:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. racial harmony!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had napfa td. did ok for everything. i suppose. should be able to get a gold. yayys.ms poon veh cute. charlotte and kaiyin were like shit!! during our standing broad jump. she was like slap your mouth three times. i was laughing and messed up my first try. got 56cm for sit and reach. flexibility runs in the family. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pe changed into the kebaya thingy. ms cheang veh nice let us change. but in the end we like missed half the history lesson. then at some point of e lesson when i wasnt paying attention even though im her rep she started getting pissed. oh well. had hcl in the comp lab. lin lao shi is a veh gd observer. hahhs. her question totally shocked us. i was like are you telepathic? it was like as if she was always there observing our every move. i know that teachers were supposed to care but still. shes cool. i like her more oready. even though she doesnt come like half the time. but that just means thatwe can slack!! hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lit test ytd. haii. math common test td. double haii. e assembly thing was cute. yinxue and music students. hahhs. but after that it went downhill. ven after that guy gave the talk about inter religious stuff there were people askking where is he from and what was he talking about? erm. iro. inter religious organization. in-ter re-li-gi-ous or-ga-ni-za-ti-on. why do they have an attention span of a housefly? and if  you're not that great then dont think that you are. but oh i forgot. your egoness has taken over that part of your head. notice i didnt say brain. cos i really dont think you have one. mean. bitch. wadever. there are more things to the world then about you. to steal someone's friend is low. and to be a second fiddle to everybody and willing to be forgotten is low too. but yeah. thats your life. you chose yours. i chose mine. there's no changing it. not now. not ever. and im thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides was fun. our poem was inspired by yanying. something bout fire. dont panic dont jump off the window dont call 999 cos the fire brigade is 995 or smth. dont attempt to fight a fire too big cos firemans gonna save the day or smth really weird. hahhs. but its ours!! dove and one quarter of oriole. emergency help. if we are trapped in a burning house yanying and yirong will sure be the first to die. hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing yeoman on national day. dno how many times i do liao. but su asked me to do wif her and was trying to convince me that i only did two. and trying to convince ms cheang that the two of us are special cos we are her history reps. hahhs. someone was hyperventilating on the bench in the first level empty corridoor. red cross de. she was like breaking out in spasms. it was so freaky. and scary. but exciting. im so mean. but i think she's better liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone in my cousin's sch died. not sure if its suicide or murder. like what happened to our sch last yr i think. why give up on life before life turns its back on you? we only have one life to live. like m1's slogan. one life. live it. hahhs. but really. even if we do not anything else in the world we will still have our life to lead. and to lead with dignity. so that we will not become like the person in ren you shao le yi ge. its firgarative. not really meaning that somebody died. but that somebody has lost their dignity. and became a beggar even though they are abled to earn their own living. sad aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one life. live it.&lt;br /&gt;deniise  9.57pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112264545549640670?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112264545549640670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112264545549640670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112264545549640670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112264545549640670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey_29.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112219140286881770</id><published>2005-07-24T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:52:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. had a lot of things going on ytd. first the national heritage thing then the gangshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national heritage. me fathiyah and a few other girls and 4 really ego guys. arghh.ran all around the civic district. correction. we were running. the other girls were walking. and i was the first to finish the puzzle. all correct!! im so proud of myself. hahhs. cut my foot at the usual spot. ouch. and blister or smth at the sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acs barker gangshow. lets be nice people. newton is a nice bright cheery orange!! hahhs. reach so early. but in the end still so late reach there. jessica lost like 10$ in the canteen. poor girl. and when we take picture tt time there were hands flying all over our faces. ahem. suann anger yirong. annoying people. hahhs. i didnt understand like half the skits. too star warsy. the romie yeo and julie yeh one veh cute!!&lt;br /&gt;roses are red&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you both&lt;br /&gt;if u give me you&lt;br /&gt;so sweet and cute. would be sweeter if a guy said it to a girl and not a guy to guy. hahhs. but so cute and sweet. e julie too girl liao. girl until exin. 'she's more girl than us and we are born girls. hahhs. wear mgs u. and keep shifting the collar and sleave. but really cute. im not making sense. we cheered for llike every sch. but in the end still didnt win. sad. haii. ended round 11. oh yeah. we were also sad that we had to leave. we didnt miss anything. well except for the red comfy very sleepable plush red red chairs. very gd for sleeping. hahhs. if we had that kind of chairs nobody would be paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught a cab with yanying biru and jessica. dropped at newton then take mrt. lazy to take bus home so called my mom. slept round 12+ 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse mccartney cried when he was punk'd. not that crying is bad. and he's racist. the liking jesse mccartney notch has just hit an all time low. aaron carter's hair is not bad after you get used to it. hahhs. and after he shaved off his goatee. stevie brock. teenyboppers. bubblegum!! im so going off. digressing. turning away from the point. li ti. wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. ran 2.4 on mon. or should i say 2.8. ms wong totally didnt believe me and so i had to run extra. but the 7th round i just half walk half jog. i was like totally couldnt be bothered. fail then fail. dont really care liao. at the end i just let loose and yelled at her. i was so ready to bawl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isadora rachel kaiyin. love you guys. thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little things&lt;br /&gt;3.49pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112219140286881770?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112219140286881770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112219140286881770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112219140286881770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112219140286881770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey_24.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112157749362931513</id><published>2005-07-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:20:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love is always patient and kind&lt;br /&gt;it is never jealous&lt;br /&gt;love is never boastful or conceited&lt;br /&gt;it is never rude or selfish&lt;br /&gt;it does not take offense&lt;br /&gt;and it is not resentful&lt;br /&gt;love takes no pleasure in other people's sins&lt;br /&gt;but delights in the truth&lt;br /&gt;it is always ready to excuse&lt;br /&gt;to trust&lt;br /&gt;to hope&lt;br /&gt;and to endure whatever comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corinthians 13:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka what jamie's mom wrote in her 'bible' in a walk to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what mark read to us ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deniise 4.20pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112157749362931513?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112157749362931513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112157749362931513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112157749362931513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112157749362931513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-is-always-patient-and-kind-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112142104202311737</id><published>2005-07-15T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:50:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hey. supposed to go cut hair with jessica td. but she play me out. hmph!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cant believe what's left of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;watched a walk to remember. mandy moore and shane west. landon carter was so sweet!! miracle. star named by her. to be at two places at one time. he did it all. for her. she died in the end. so sad. the soundtrack got a lot of nice songs. gonna buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dancin in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everybody's feelin' warm and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its such a fiine and natural sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everybody's dancin in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;denise 5.50pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112142104202311737?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112142104202311737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112142104202311737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112142104202311737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112142104202311737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey_15.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112125050736556832</id><published>2005-07-13T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:28:27.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;25061991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18071991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18071991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18081991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;28081991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;great days huh. so close yet so far. hahhs. in a veh birthday mood. or bdays. wadeva floats your boat. and biru. im not antisocial. people love me. people love bimbos. hahhs. even those who cant really be bothered to read stuff bout black howler monkeys. seriously. do i look remotely interested in howler monkeys? er. no. i feel so mean. but yeah. howler monkeys?? im digressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;im bored. where does popstar sells at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lalala. things that are not meant to be will not be. i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;denise 6.28pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127682.post-112099711043606656</id><published>2005-07-10T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T05:05:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey. didnt blog for a long time. a lotta things going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had our class enterprise challenge. we so rocked. hahhs. sec 1s are so fun to cheat. hahhs. siew mai. spring roll. muah chee. and fortune cookie which doesnt exactly taste like fortune cookies. hahhs. got the 2h flavour. and jessica was like where's the fortune? hahhs. xiang wo mah? i think its time to change our tai chi. its always xiang wo mah. then i'll reply bu bi ni xiang wo de duo. hahhs. we are getting too predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after the challenge we went to the frog farm. joy. we were like screaming half the time. big surprise. the tadpole veh cute. jessica was supposed to hold the frog. but the girl put it on the floor for jessica to pick up and the frog just jumped away. hahhs. and everybody started screaming. only trudy was like calmly step out of the frog's way. hahhs. fed the frogs. with the pellet thing. got a weird smell. used the water used to water the frogs to wash our hands. had no idea whether it was gonna make our hands any cleaner. but we're gonna take the chance and give the hose the benefit of the doubt. the classes with us were just following the guide around. me kaiyin charlotte manprit and a few other people were just walking around by ourselves. kaiyin was like charlotte do you feel totally at home here? hahhs. jessie bought the tadpole things. i really didnt think that it would survive. hahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that went to the bollywood veggies thing. me isadora kaiyin manprit were just walking around. when we turned back all the classes were following us. we were like ok.. hahhs. went into the santuary. at first only the four of us went into there. but the halpers had to follow us around so they went also. followed by like half the level. sat at the cafe. owned by expresident of the netball accosiation or smth. aka kaiyin's neighbour and rachel's auunt's fren. and a gatecrasher. hahhs. the water tasted weird. went back to the bus. pictures!! had a bad bad headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went back to the childcare. gabriel had a nosebleed. wanted to call but. dno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;acceptance is a big part of our life aint it? when things go our way we accept without thinking. but when things dont we refuse to accept. but the way things are are probably gonna be the way they are gonna remain. i have no idea what i talking bout but yeah. i dno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;denise  8.05pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112099711043606656?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112099711043606656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hey. changed the url again. hahhs. sorry. relink me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sch has started. war has started. people are chosen over others. people are upset. people dont give a damn.but wadeva. im gonna be immune. no hate. no like. no nothing. theres no five. if you want there can be four. cos im outta there. its like im someone you just pull along. but this is how our story will come to a not so happily ever after ending. or maybe we will have to drag until the end of this yr cos complications will arise and everybody will start feeling bitchy. but after this yr im gonna break away. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i always have a sob story to tell. but this time its gonna be the last cos we aint gonna sob over each other no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;denise  2.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127682-112037116174369197?l=lastofillusions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofillusions-.blogspot.com/feeds/112037116174369197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127682&amp;postID=112037116174369197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127682/posts/default/112037116174369197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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