<?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-12328050</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:34:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music's My Life=D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-6822283233967453538</id><published>2007-04-15T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:07:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. IM SICK AND DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYTREEFRIENDS IS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;IM ADDICTED TO DANCE FLOOR ANTHEM. LISTENED TO IT FOR 2 HOURS STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHY IM TYPING IN CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not a secret&lt;br /&gt;blah. She's practicalllllyyy yelling throughout the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a &lt;a href="http://happytreefriends.com"&gt;happytreefriends&lt;/a&gt; episode with Falloutboy! Ft. Carpal tunnel of love. Sad ending. Stupid. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaawwwwr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-6822283233967453538?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6822283233967453538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=6822283233967453538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/6822283233967453538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/6822283233967453538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-2082485956865499425</id><published>2007-04-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:24:21.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put up your hands &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say:”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel the beat now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you’ve got nothing left say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back it up now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve got a reason to live say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-GC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCGCG!~&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA IM DAMN HIGH NOW. AFTER SCREAMING LYRICS TO MY FRIEND. XD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUN YOU KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;(dou dou is half dead. bean's chinese name is doudou! cute XD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY SAID, AHA, AHA, KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL! AHA AHA! XDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something very scary happened yesterday. I hope it's a prank call. Or i'll die. Seriously. I'm too evitcartta le. Even girls want me o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start my midyear flooding again. And get top 3. Maybe my class don't care about results but. I'm getting my keyboard on guitar. I'm dying for it. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band performance on Friday's sports day was okay... Clarish said she could hear the melody. Yay whee. Black friday leh. Haha. But nothing happened. Later i ate lunch with Christine Kwe and Joyce. Clarish got guides bonding. We ate at that chinese shop! Forgot what name. Haha. Nice seafood baked rice but it was too cheesy. And you must peel prawns yourself......&lt;br /&gt;I joined my section later. To crap about some stuff. And Matthew(not lim. it's my junior. LOL!) is damn lame. He screamt&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at his cousin just because his cousin used his com. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home to rot le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined class was fun too. Dinner with my tuition teacher. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. High-ness' gone. Go get an icecream. You know. Sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shall bug someone and scream lyrics again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-2082485956865499425?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2082485956865499425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=2082485956865499425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/2082485956865499425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/2082485956865499425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/04/everybody-put-up-your-hands-sayi-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-6305753321849569197</id><published>2007-04-08T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:53:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why im posting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is tomorrow. Another chemy chem test. Hope i get somewhere near full unlike that 28.5. Lol =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset is so pretty!  Yellow and orange and crimson and the coulds at the side are illuminated. I think that's why my mum bought this flat.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is getting darker~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my ahma's house for family dinner. I think it's rice=(.&lt;br /&gt;I want pie.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I manage to convince them that i'm better at yelling above their max! (by turning the ampl four notches down. HAHHAA. I didn't tell them that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-6305753321849569197?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6305753321849569197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=6305753321849569197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/6305753321849569197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/6305753321849569197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-why-im-posting-again-school.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-9174104085161292734</id><published>2007-04-07T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:05:51.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let the record play,&lt;br /&gt;Let the record play,&lt;br /&gt;Let the record play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from a band performance in a void deck.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sounds so unglaaaaaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started at 10am! I woke up at 8 and went back to sleep again. I slept at 3am the day before. Drank coffee and couldn't sleep. Lol. I read social studies and went school for preparation sutff.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were gonna screw up the whole performance with the gimmicks. But! We didn't get to screw up cause it started raining and the stage and chairs were wet. No residents were there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So we played our music at the void deck instead. Which is why it is sooo unglam. But it made our music sound better cause the music got bounced back. Four walls. Can't blame.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Digreeessss! Dazhao looks suave lol. When he wears his headgear and band uniform, he looks like a smart officer! Damn suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bowling yesterday. With my friends and my tuition teacher and MY MUM! LOL. She's natural pro okay. Got 4 strikes! I didn't do any lor. Haha. And i met the scariest taxi driver. The moment i sat in, he went&lt;br /&gt;you3 xie1 ren2 zuo4 taxi bu4 yi2 ding4 hui4 hui2 dao4 jia1.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;strong&gt;ome people don't get home when they are on a taxi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choked on my saliva. &lt;strong&gt;Which taxi driver tells you that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have jumped out of the taxi you know. But it was running 90 on expressway.&lt;br /&gt;He continued telling me about the various ways a person could die! LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;He said something about &lt;em&gt;you'll never know&lt;/em&gt; when you'll die and i might just die the next moment and not know it and something something something he rant and rant then i was afraid he might not concentrate driving and drive into some other car or an innocent tree or just suddenly stop and get crushed by another car and crash me right at the windscreen and my head burst and bleed until i die and he die and then he was still talking to me but i didn't really hear what he was saying then&lt;br /&gt;BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. Not accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just&lt;br /&gt;yelled&lt;br /&gt;bang.&lt;br /&gt;When he finally reached. I ran out.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Scariest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;I was still breathing very deeply when i studied social studies at 1am. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the broken hearts parade&lt;br /&gt;and I'm putting my heart out on display there's no,&lt;br /&gt;masquerade,&lt;br /&gt;just a funeral march for love today.&lt;br /&gt;The band strikes up and they're playing our song.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in black and we're singing along, to the&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts parade,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been better than I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryu said they jammed it today. =((((.&lt;br /&gt;They did it on purpose. When i'm not around so they can try lead and the gay stand. =((((.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I'll get my lead back next week.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you see.&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-9174104085161292734?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/9174104085161292734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=9174104085161292734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/9174104085161292734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/9174104085161292734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-record-play-let-record-play-let.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-2312242528860255153</id><published>2007-04-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:17:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bathed for 1 hr! And Clarish called when i was bathing. Then my mum told her i have always been bathing for so long. No lor. I was just.&lt;br /&gt;shitting.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro friends came over to 'do project' just now. And from what i know. They did project for 1 hour and played for the rest of the time. Big fat liar.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pot calling the kettle black or something. Or isit pan calling pot black.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Something calling something in the kitchen black. We rehearsed only once for Lit and that's the stupid-est. =X.&lt;br /&gt;His friends were kinda.. toot. Lol. Sec1 ma. But my mum likes them cause they're short and quiet. Give them a years' time and they will change.&lt;br /&gt;Swear. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something very confusing i couldn't comprehend. I shall call Aldrin later and ask him why&lt;br /&gt;acts weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined class teacher liked my hair! XD. Finally. Found another weirdo with eccentric personality XD. But combined class people will still be the weirdest thing ever. Ryu has white hair. (I think his parents played too much&lt;em&gt; street fighters&lt;/em&gt; and named him after one of the characters.) And that time when Jon came with pink. Candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind going for combined class everyday for school. I'll be normal there.&lt;br /&gt;Cause. I still don't like going to school. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-2312242528860255153?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2312242528860255153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=2312242528860255153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/2312242528860255153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/2312242528860255153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-bathed-for-1-hr-and-clarish.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-41547236892221425</id><published>2007-03-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:09:49.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHHAHAHAHA. FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;My bro is letting me listening to the history of fffffffffffuuuuucc.&lt;br /&gt;fish.&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous la. LOL. His hp is full of funny stuff la. LLLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished studying Bio texbook. Shall read the file tomorrow morning. =). Which reminds me. I have to go for some qing ming jie thing tomorrow. Cause my ahma believes in those. Have to accompany her tomorrow. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate just now. I was listening to Goodcharlotte and Falloutboy repeat. I like Broken Hearts Parade and the trumpets in the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;And the trombones in I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. My hair is growing longer already. I think. 0.0000001 mm. At least lor. Haha. And my bro irritated my just now. He took a secret picture of me and i screamt my lungs out. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks its wrong for me to be crazy about Patrick Stump. Cause i'm a guy. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Boring in fact.&lt;br /&gt;All the training teacheeers are assigned to my class. I feel sleepy throughout Bio and Amaths and English=(. Plus. I'm damn unlucky during Geog. I..&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Stupid stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Peacock reprimanded our class about classroom cleanliness. Out classroom is really dirty la. Some people just throw crushed paper everywhere and they ignore you when you ask them to pick those up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I read some article on Straits Times that teens who listen to MCR and Falloutboy are emo. Lol. Of course not. Steph is such a happy girl. And I'm a happy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is complaining about how long i take to think of a sentence to type.&lt;br /&gt;In short im kind of tarded.&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-41547236892221425?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/41547236892221425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=41547236892221425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/41547236892221425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/41547236892221425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahhahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-1652284035421352253</id><published>2007-03-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:40:10.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 words.&lt;br /&gt;I love fall out boy. X).&lt;br /&gt;You can listen on repeat but not get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inifinity on high. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(. I went for another haircut again.&lt;br /&gt;My previous looked like a broom in a box, broom in a box. Bushy brush broom in a brown big box. Alliteration! LOL. Something's wrong with me. =X.&lt;br /&gt;Now i look like a mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;My bro said i look boyish.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I should have told him i'm a gay guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get someone to murder him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Mrbean yesterday and today! My mum paid. And 2nd was with Dumbed people. (which is why. i didn't go class outing cause i have to pay for myself twice instead of once hahahahahaha) And it was pretty hilarious. XD. Especially that part about the short film the director directed, edited, and stuff and the tiltle was his own name! Like damn funny. Kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;But beanbean didn't appear throughout the movie! Cause Bean lost his luggage right in the starting of the show. He's dumb alright=).&lt;br /&gt;I almost tricked my mum into buying albums for me! Almost=(. (well. my resutls was bait. 5A1s, 1 A2, 1B4 and 1C5.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the school did newpaper collection this sat. Went back to old school campus. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lavished designer home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. There's&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-1652284035421352253?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1652284035421352253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=1652284035421352253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1652284035421352253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1652284035421352253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-words.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-5676462805622785246</id><published>2007-03-18T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:50:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have time to bloooooog!&lt;br /&gt;Blogger didn't work a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps deleting my posts for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Quintessential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audryrawks.blogspot.com"&gt;GO&lt;/a&gt; and vote for Bochao as the vicechairman for GRD!!!! Go Bochao go! Don't let Audry qiang zhou your post XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished all my homework yesterday! Including the three jianbaos which were very irritating. Damn wu liao. I wrote all in the same format. And used the same ending for all three. (if you get what i mean.) And went to eat at some Chinese place last night with my tuition teeacher~ Got xiaolongbao. Haha. Bought clothes~ And 4 pairs of shoes on Friday. My mummy paid. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Claris is online. Lol. I thought L1 peeps eating dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEORY yesterday was super unboring. It was silent when doing the jjo stuff and then Timmy's hp rang. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. And Vaness tried sticking chewing gum under the table. Lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooling on Monday~ Gonna have to move all my books up to the 4th storey. (Jamie said it's haunted.) Oh. YAYAYYAAYYYY!! I just remembered! WE'RE MOVING! To the first floor. Back to our old classroom. No more climbing of stairs=).&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Just three months in school and there are a damn numbers of ghost stories around le. =X. There's this about the old man's voice over the speakers, the one about the old Scout's house behind our school and some kinda weird weird ones about a girl who was a victim of rape and died and you hear her and her baby and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;There's practical exam tomorrow. Hope i don't screw up. =(.&lt;br /&gt;My class is lame. All the lame people in the school clustered in my class. ._. Like Vanessa and Nicole. Who did damn lame stuff.&lt;br /&gt;School is okay actually. But. Rawr I'm not looking forward to school. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for English tuiton just now. SoonLai is punk la. His mp3 has got Muse! Even though i don't listen to them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW~ Falloutboy is topping the 987 local charts! And 9 on UK top 20. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.&lt;br /&gt;Famous last words. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-5676462805622785246?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5676462805622785246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=5676462805622785246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/5676462805622785246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/5676462805622785246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/03/sdjgijsdiojgoidjgjeio.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-8832550395533446148</id><published>2007-03-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:07:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 months. away and after~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo XDDD!&lt;br /&gt;Lol tarded.&lt;br /&gt;My damn com is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird to be typing again. After being an idiot for two months. And i don't know what to do with the com. Tongue tied=X.&lt;br /&gt;So! The new com came on Monday. Some delivery thingy. But it's only fixed just this afternoon. My whole family didn't know or even want to fix it. Haha. It's dell don'tknowwhat model. My dad bought it druing some fair.&lt;br /&gt;I want to digress. Lol. The screen's kinda wide. I'm feeling giddy already. And my dad bought a TV too! It's coming next month i think.&lt;br /&gt;Windows Vista looks pro but i haven't figured how it works=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my piano teacher taught me figured bass theory today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned home from my ahma's house. Ate dinner there~ with my aunt and the other aunt and niece and nephew and the maid and my mum and my dad and my bro and my ah ma. Finally some homecooked food.=).&lt;br /&gt;I still hate rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sunburnt again continuously for two days. Blah. Band practices on Monday and Tues. It was alright though cause the sun appeared only in the afternoons~~~ Band performing on sports day ma so we were doing formations and playing marches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. There's a class outing on sat. I can't go=(. Got combined theory and stuff. And they are going ECP to cycle and rollerblade and and and.=(((((((.&lt;br /&gt;There's a section outing and dinner tomorrow also. Don organised one. He msged me and i actually asked who he was. Lol. But im not going. Since shafiqah's not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically rotted for the whole day at home trying to understand mole concept.=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results! Wasn't damn bad actually. Got A1 for Amaths and EMaths and A2 for Bio and Geogy! But i failed my Chinese paper by 3 marks. Got B4 for Englishh. And A1 for ss even though it's combined with Lit. Don't know my lit and chem resutls yet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should go play o2jam and try to pass V3normal again.&lt;br /&gt;Lizard is pro=(. I saw him play when we went to his house to play instead of doing lit project. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ald called. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-8832550395533446148?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8832550395533446148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=8832550395533446148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/8832550395533446148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/8832550395533446148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-months.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-3047601287265600358</id><published>2007-01-06T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:29:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>344.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First three days of school was boring~ All teachers think we are some tard class or something although 3L1's life science not lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Chem was boring, with the teacher repeating the criss-cross, criss-cross crap. And E and AMaths too. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all the teachers' names, didn't bother to remember anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We have La Bi Xiao Xin for Chinese, he's quite nice but tone deaf. And some teacher i forgot for Lit and Geog whom Clarish didn't like. They made us do some short self introduction stuff, and it went &lt;em&gt;i love music and jamming and P!ATD&lt;/em&gt;. Claris was &lt;em&gt;i love McFly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;i love McFly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;i love McFly&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; i love McFly&lt;/em&gt;. She was chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band on thurs and fri, and next week's mon and tues. Preparing for some performance for somebody. Forgot, forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school's bad. A total nono. We have a techno national anthem~~ And no PA system. We're going deaf soon, since the speakers keep giving out some high frequency sound thingy. Freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr i don't wanna go to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-3047601287265600358?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3047601287265600358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=3047601287265600358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/3047601287265600358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/3047601287265600358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/01/344.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-1314166636051449506</id><published>2007-01-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:19:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-343&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está usted lectura.&lt;br /&gt;The not beta and still beta thing's driving me mad le. I couldn't log in just now. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;School reopen tomorrow, havta wake up early and stuff and pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year will be better. =)&lt;br /&gt;All the best 205ians~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-1314166636051449506?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1314166636051449506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=1314166636051449506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1314166636051449506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1314166636051449506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/01/343-est-usted-lectura.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-1915383085819674509</id><published>2007-01-01T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:21:13.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year. I should change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to for oreintation a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it wasn't even some revision of TRILS and shit, it was free labour in short. Wipe tables and get ordered around by the teacher, unknown name. Anyway, i am in 3L1, same as Claris. Joyce's in 3T1, KWE and Bochao can some GRD in 3T2. KWE and Joyce were miserable after knowing they were like separated and asked Tiger if they could change class or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school's really rundown. They don't even have taps in the toilets. Without wide mirrors too. The hall can't even contain the whole school without the sec1s. The canteen is super small. (if you've looked at the lower sec one, the upper sec one looks more presentable.) And the general office is..a total omg. I bet there's like gonna be a thousand and millions of mosquitoes everywhere when school starts, since there's floods here and there and floods breeds mosquitoes. Then there'll be even more cases of dengue fever. And school closes then lalalalalalalala, no lessons no nothing! We'll jam every single day and write and write and write songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. Seriously insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming yesterday. At MSOM. After tuition. SumYin finally came back to tuition! She went two places for holiday you see. They booked the place, then brought scores and stuff. LALALALA~ I love Black Parade! Even though only the first minute has the keys. Cause i am given lead! LEAD! LOL. I swear Aldrin has a sore throat. His singing was.. unusual. =X. That's why i get to sing yesterday. Haha. We jammed Clay Aiken too. With Jon as lead. Then some other songs and hanged around for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all the chocolates in the fridge already, left with.. the one with nuts and assortment. It's yucky, the type with fruits inside de. Eww. Shall leave it for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Clarish to Stephanie's garage sale yesterday, since her house's quite near mine. She's in the same class too! Didn't buy anything though, go there for a while only, then ate mac and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's stay-at-home-and-be-a-good-daughter-day. To accompany my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping later. And dinner with my nephew and Addie. She's planning to spend thousands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-1915383085819674509?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1915383085819674509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=1915383085819674509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1915383085819674509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/1915383085819674509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/01/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116730341971651956</id><published>2006-12-28T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:56:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I am alive~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with two insane P6 boys, going insane with all the noise from the PS2 car wreckage gaming.&lt;br /&gt;The Cousin and The Bro. They should make a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention this before? I'm a parody of sane. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I received tubs of Haagen Dazs and Chocolates for Christmas. And stuff, stuff. Gave albums away.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting already.&lt;br /&gt;Iceskated with The Dumbed~! guys. I  scratched the sides and everyone fell. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Those Penang people left yesterday, we brought them to Wild Wild Wet and Vivo and Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;And many other places i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tomorrow, for orientation at the new, old school. Bring a rag there people, if anyone reads, we'll need to clean the school.&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake, many people not online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin-The Diary of Jane.&lt;br /&gt;My songlists' skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116730341971651956?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116730341971651956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116730341971651956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116730341971651956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116730341971651956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116668126071190434</id><published>2006-12-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:07:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>340.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has been slow these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed, that's why i haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my holiday homework days/a week ago. Have been practicising my &lt;em&gt;Octobre:Chante d'automne&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Gigue&lt;/em&gt;. Don't ask me what it means, i think it's chant of autumn during october. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My bro went to RV instead of HCI. As long as it's not BPGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Malaysian friends are coming on Chirstmas i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands up for iceskating with me, anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116668126071190434?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116668126071190434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116668126071190434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116668126071190434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116668126071190434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/340.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116617257034385444</id><published>2006-12-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:49:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>339.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14th birthday Claris.&lt;br /&gt;Left a birthday party at Mcdonalds, Happy Meal lunch and games with the McHost.&lt;br /&gt;We were praying for McFly.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking a lot, just another faded 4 hours spent with a few of my friends, some 203 whom i know and don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very nebular.&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloud drifting to somewhere vast i don't know, and then the cymbals woke me up again, then i floated to another place again, until somebody from behind tapped my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;It was Christine, i lip read, she asked me what song i was listening to. I don't know actually, i replied P!ATD. Maybe i was just tired, sleepy from the bus ride. Maybe i had lost my &lt;em&gt;reins&lt;/em&gt;, to control what my brain is actually doing.&lt;br /&gt;My brain had been very empty lately. Except when i was on Maths. Something's wrong with me, or maybe something's wrong with something, somebody, the world. Or it may quite be that there's nothing wrong with anything or anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very transient.&lt;br /&gt;People around me were talking and laughing about something, which i didn't hear, when i am just hanging around them. I am partially deaf all the time actually, with headphones talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very isolated.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I should get diagnosed for some unknown diesease that is striking, not depression, but an unknown disease. The disease shall be named unknown, and people who feel the same as me will be named as unkowners, or anonymous. Maybe i shall be the first, last and only one with the disease for as long as i know. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I don't even know what i was typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116617257034385444?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116617257034385444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116617257034385444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116617257034385444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116617257034385444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/339.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116599209882370311</id><published>2006-12-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:41:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nevermind about McFly, i like McDonalds and Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116599209882370311?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116599209882370311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116599209882370311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116599209882370311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116599209882370311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/nevermind-about-mcfly-i-like-mcdonalds.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116591908938530048</id><published>2006-12-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:24:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;don't probe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on,&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just logged in and Clarish flooded me with her obsession-Dougie from Mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;Ballad of Paul K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with KWE and Clarish just now. Was down so i didn't feel like going out at first, but heck. Life goes on. Met them in the new school campus site. Bought their books in not school uniform and sneakers. Went BPP to rot. Ate Mos Burger.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Westmall. Rotted. Ate KFC. I finally laughed until crazy. I haven't been very happy nor sad nor angry or anything, that nothingless kind of feeling for the whole holiday. And sad for the past few days. But. I cried today, from laughing. About the old songs we composed. Thank you, Claris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those might be the last childish songs i would compose.&lt;br /&gt;I walked home in a drizzle. Cried.&lt;br /&gt;No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, for the past that died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116591908938530048?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116591908938530048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116591908938530048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116591908938530048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116591908938530048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-dont-probe-me.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116574659917919135</id><published>2006-12-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:29:59.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reject people i don't like,&lt;br /&gt;my dad dumped somebody i love.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people say it, blood is thicker than water.&lt;br /&gt;I could have ignored dad but i sent a sms screaming &lt;em&gt;sorry bye&lt;/em&gt; to him, i chose not to lie.&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep myself honest.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116574659917919135?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116574659917919135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116574659917919135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116574659917919135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116574659917919135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-reject-people-i-dont-like-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116565928752745047</id><published>2006-12-09T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:14:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm moody!&lt;br /&gt;Under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;=(((((((((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To hell with people in relationships, people who disapproves of relationships, people who aren't in relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was compelled to make a choice. To put it simple, i didn't have a choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116565928752745047?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116565928752745047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116565928752745047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116565928752745047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116565928752745047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-moody-under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116558265516991306</id><published>2006-12-08T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:57:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aniohaseyo, threetreesfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping just now, and found a few blogs with neoprints and self shot pictures plastered all over. Sorry, but those are repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are breaking le, from four hours of playing piano. I finally finished my four pages long piece. My wrists are.. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt will be coming to stay in my home, cause she quarelled with her lao gong about something. Since we have an extra room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go play neopets! Lol. I'm sick of o2jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116558265516991306?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116558265516991306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116558265516991306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116558265516991306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116558265516991306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/aniohaseyo-threetreesfall.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116550167929829962</id><published>2006-12-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:21:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treeoldthreethrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't know. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aniohaseyo~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's ni hao in Korean. Kamsahamita for those tags, at least my tagboard is still alive. Or at least, it was when i was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea was fun. It feels like you're in a spoilt freezer everyday. The bus' a refrigerator, the outdoors is another, and the hotel likewise, and the other places. First few days' temperature was -10 to -5 and later it got a little warmer when we were in Seoul for the last few days, was like -3 to 5 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, i went to buy books today! To the new, old school campus site. My school is undergoing renovation ma. The school was in ruins, rubbish and packaging everywhere, and the classrooms were cramp and small. My very nice daddy drove me there, and bought books with me. Ya it's quite late to buy books le, but i saw a few other sec2s i don't know buying too. Some of the books were out of stock, will be getting them next week ba. I was reading the Lit book just now. I plan to finish it by tomorrow! No time le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Korea.&lt;br /&gt;LimCheewee will love Korea. Cause the people are very environmental friendly! =D. They use those biodegradable toothpicks which breaks down faster and easier then wooden ones, and is made of some green bean de. And they use stainless steel chopsticks, so they can reuse and recycle! The streets are litter free. Maybe cause nobody goes out during winter. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour group has got 30+ people, a 17 people family, my family, my mother's friend's family, and the leftovers. Haha. We went Changi Airport on Friday night, and ate dinner there of course. Our tour guide is very big sized, so everybody called him polar bear. He wore only shirt and jacket in the outdoors lor. When we wore like 3 layers. Our Korean tourguide is Ah Xin, some Chinese guy who speaks Korean, Chinese and English. The people there are damn good looking de. My mum was regretting alot, i think. Lol. The flight was around 6 hours. Watched Ant Bully on the plane, and kept sleeping and sleeping. ZZZ. I have to entertain my mum friend's P3 daughter lo.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the order of things we did. So.&lt;br /&gt;We went to two amusement parks during the days, Aust bi jiao hao wan, Mike. =X. Haha, but it was okay lor. Not very chi ji de. Called AiBaoLeYuan and LeTianLeYuan, also known as Lotte World. And my nice nice parents didn't let me go upside down, so i couldn't sit a few of the rides. I wanted to try the tiao lou thing, but paranoid parents didn't let. Lol. They let you off at the height of 30 storeys lo. =X.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i tired skiing. No ice for me to skate on at the ski park though. Go iceskating next few weeks! I mantained my no fall record=D. My dad was good too, was climbing up the hill to ski down. Ah Xin explained to us about what to do and wear, how to fall and break speed.&lt;br /&gt;The snow was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the &lt;strong&gt;losing Beanbean&lt;/strong&gt; part=(. ! I couldn't find it in the bag my mum carried around when i clearly remembered i put bean inside the day before, before we left the hotel for the ski park mountains. But it wasn't there! I was sobbing=X. But!&lt;br /&gt;I found Beanbean on my dad's seat!&lt;br /&gt;It happened that he opened the bag and bean dropped out. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Nami Island, which was pretty cause it had already snowed few days before and there was snow everywhere, rooftops and trees and covered the ground. We went there because the main characters, Pei2 Yong3 Jun4 i think and some other girl in Winter Sonata walked through the two rows of trees in the show. They are very famous lo. Alot of tourist site surfaced because they flim the show at that particular place de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did shopping also! Went to the Dong1 Da4 Men2 Shi4 Chang3 which contains many buildings import from other countries and some made in korea stuff. They were selling belts and leather boots and almsot everything. But we didn't buy anything except for souveniers due to the lack of time. Also, we went to some two streets to look around, and saw some man carrying a huge handful of balloons stadning in the middle of the road, hoping that some child would want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did sightseeing about the culture and history of Korea; the Gu4 Gong1, the Han4 Jiang1, the li2 ping3 dian4 which contains all the gifts other countries gave to Korea's museums, bought the gingseng and other stuff, bought their famous kimchi pao4 cai4, and my dad bought a crystal necklace for my mum! Sweet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There was this time when i and the P3 girl didn't want to go down the bus to see the Gingseng, and was very bored on the bus. We asked the photographer if we could watch the tv attached to the front of the bus, but the driver said something like no. The photographer, Michael, was so nice that he lent us his moblie phone to watch tv. The phone was damn slim and sleek and can watch tv de! Then the driver went to buy some sort of fish like snack for us to eat. Nice people. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about the weird things there! They like to eat yucky things there, and eat almost the same thing in different flavours every single day, three meals too! All they eat is kimchi and rice. Breakfast is rice and three different kimchi, lunch is rice and 6 different kimchi, dinner is rice with 8 different kimchi! Like omg la! But we were lucky, the tour guide arranged buffet style and huo3 guo1, steamboat meals for us. And the pao cai is not nice to eat at all de lor. Somemore they keep it for 3 years or so, and wait for the kimchi to decompose and rot and produce some kinda good for health substance, then they take the kimchi out of the storage tank to eat. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;They have toiletbowls that washes your butt! Haha, the toiletbowls cute cute de. And all the korean words looks the same, almost all has a square and a line at the side, and Ah Xin explained that Korean language has at one to four different parts, which are written in a way that forms a sqaure. And one part of each word indicates the yin1 diao4 we are supposed to read the word. Something like a complicated hanyupingyin ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my neighbour happened to go to Korea too! We went to tell them that we will be away for how many days, then they told us that they are leaving two days before us! Bu4 mou3 er2 tong2! Coincidence. But we joined different tour groups. Ours was CTC, don't know what's theirs de. We actually met them in the LeTianLeYuan-Lotte World, and in the Gu4 Gong1. Lol neighbours what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea was so cold, that i find Singapore much warmer and humid than before. I reached Singapore at 10pm yesterday. Ate dinner at 1am, then slept till 8am today to pack stuff. Mum sent some of the clothes for dry cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Piano in the afternoon, finished my first exam piece le. My bro went to play street soccer, broke his specs and cut himself. Mum was fuming mad, it's the third time le and made a new, cheap, all plastic specs for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamsahamita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you.&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on ya=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116550167929829962?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116550167929829962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116550167929829962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116550167929829962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116550167929829962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/treeoldthreethrees.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116495286334244177</id><published>2006-12-01T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:27:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>302. Haha, the bus i always take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is at my home now, destroying my PS2. Hermann isn't at home to accompany him, so after a few hours of TTP(tou tou play haha), Gabriel decided to come over and play with my bro instead. Hermann's and his friend's job is to photocopy 1000000 files in my aunt office for one month, the pay is 1600 lor. =(((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving around 6.30pm later, my uncle coming to fetch us to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's at home, took half day leave to pack stuff. Lol. Last minute de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116495286334244177?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116495286334244177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116495286334244177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116495286334244177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116495286334244177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/12/302.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116487373451949526</id><published>2006-11-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:02:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three hundred and thirty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i haven't been doing anything and nothing changed, i shall post about how i've rotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching tv! CSI and Project runway. (The emo punk should have won in yesterday's challenge lor. Bias judges.) And those Chinesey ones. And Kids Central too.&lt;br /&gt;I love being a kid. =).&lt;br /&gt;Besides, being a kid is so much better lor. You can get so interested in those lame cartoons, play toys and eat junk food all day without getting bored. This week sucked big time=(. I was counting the number of hours we spent rotting each day, so ya, 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;If i wake up at 10am, and sleep at 11pm, we have around 13 hours. Excluding 2 hours for lunch and dinner, no i don't eat breakfast, 1 hour of piano, 1 hour for shitting and bathing, 2 hours of playing computer,  2 hours of tv.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE hours is alot lor. I can finish 20 chapters of Geog in five hours during EOYs=(.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, to make use of my time, i read Chinese newspapers today! To improve my Chinese of course. Jenny Wee told us what. And i sincerely hope that i get into HMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished packing my luggage yesterday. BigBean is going too=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to KWE's house just now, to type their Chinese assignment, not forgetting the jamming part. Clarish left earlier, and i think Joyce and KWE should be driving Meikheng mad with their incessant jamming le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116487373451949526?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116487373451949526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116487373451949526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116487373451949526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116487373451949526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-hundred-and-thirty-one.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116481162593901879</id><published>2006-11-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:47:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is wrong, what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;yet again=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116481162593901879?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116481162593901879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116481162593901879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116481162593901879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116481162593901879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-wrong-what-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116477889263250571</id><published>2006-11-29T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:55:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to link Jamie just now, but i am lazy. To type html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids Central is really irritating, first it was One minute of fame, then now it's rock music. No i don't watch la, my bro does. Who can stand annoying tone-deaf people singing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, Claris is taking Geography! We might be in the same class next year, which means that we won't have to resort being loners.&lt;br /&gt;I was packing my luggage few days ago, and realized that the winter clothings were fat and bulky. So, my mum came up with an idea. You fold those clothes and squeeze them into those air tight bags. Then you sit on them. And you zip the bag up, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go eat lunch with my bro le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116477889263250571?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116477889263250571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116477889263250571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116477889263250571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116477889263250571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanted-to-link-jamie-just-now-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116469705246435426</id><published>2006-11-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:57:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>328-&lt;br /&gt;3.oopm. So, ni hao. I'm hungry! =(.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i have never thought of My Chemical Romance as sweet. Until yesterday=P.&lt;br /&gt;=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116469705246435426?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116469705246435426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116469705246435426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116469705246435426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116469705246435426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/328-3.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116455244058257562</id><published>2006-11-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:57:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, i am tired/sleepy/&lt;br /&gt;miserable/desperate/depressed/idon'tknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sectionals tomorrow, 8.30am at Bukit Gomabak.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i have nobody to talk or crap wtih, haven't touched my scores for quite a while, since my neighbours will scream. Thus meaning that i'll either get ignored by my seniors tomorrow, or don't know how to play a single note, which is quite usual anyway=(. I tried, but i don't feel determined to learn my trombone well, since i'm quite the worst trombonist/band member, i know, so far away from the others-remarkable distance that i won't be able to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just. spend tomorrow for sectionals, time will pass. Just not as quickly.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong. what is wrong. what is wrong. =(. =(. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was,&lt;br /&gt;wake up, breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;shop for groceries,&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of tuition,&lt;br /&gt;korean dramas,&lt;br /&gt;church,&lt;br /&gt;blog,&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying.=(.&lt;br /&gt;what do you know. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116455244058257562?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116455244058257562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116455244058257562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116455244058257562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116455244058257562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-i-am-tiredsleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116445631929680068</id><published>2006-11-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:05:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>326.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i 'm-very-bored, posting twice or thirce a day. Heck, i don't even have something to post, since i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;My AMaths tuition was -very- boring, did on that f(x), something's/somebody's theorem.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116445631929680068?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116445631929680068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116445631929680068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116445631929680068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116445631929680068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/326.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116442966233562478</id><published>2006-11-25T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:41:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three two five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to sleep at 9am, after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a little of trombone stuff when my neighbours were out, then practiced piano. My parents went to fetch my bro from Addie's house, then they went school hopping. Shall sms my daddy about which school he is at now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why i have weird dreams nowadays. I dreamt about that cute soft toy i saw in Kiddy Palace sinking it's teeth into my feet. It reminded me of Jamie's dog. It started off with.. i don't know. Don't remember my dreams de. =_=. But i remember changing from some swimming costume to tshirt=_=. Few nights before i dreamt about swimming. No connections between the dreams though. Then went to view some powerpoint thingy in some theatre and i couldn't find the three of them, so just sat at the corner. The room was very packed and crowded. I saw Nick and Ridge. Really. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for AMaths tuition later. =(. Will ask MrRamesh about the three worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116442966233562478?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116442966233562478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116442966233562478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116442966233562478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116442966233562478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-two-five.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116438175295869622</id><published>2006-11-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:39:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threetootfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold a hand!&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rotting today! Wahaha, woke at 10. Played piano a little, then left meeting them at Lot1 at around 12.30pm. Clarish ranted about how annoying our school teachers were. She was actually posted to Economics de, then the school made a mistake and the sheet stated that she is posted to History when she didn't even choose History. Then she opted and sent an appeal letter to Peacock to change History to Geography. After a few days, the results for appeals were out and it stated that she was actually posted to an Econs class instead of History. Peacock even blamed her for the mistake and crap.&lt;br /&gt;What can we expect from our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some donation guy asked us for donation, then we heard him say &lt;em&gt;mei you ren ting wo jiang hua de.&lt;/em&gt; LOL la! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Delifrance in Westmall, when i haven't got money to spend. I'm saving for albums=(. The meal is on Clarish's mum, some voucher for free lunch=X. We are cheapo people ma~! The lunch was very filling though. Laughed about the things that happened in two years' time, especially that time when we clapped for 15minutes to stop Liam from talking! XD. It was so stupid, with her making handsigns at us telling us to shut up, no avail, because most of the people in class were clapping. XD! Some maid asked for donation again. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;Left Westmall afterwards, since Joyce's mum works there and we don't want to meet here there=X. The same guy asked us for donation again, then he said &lt;em&gt;ni men zhong yu ting wo jiang hua le&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Didn't go anywhere, was raining heavily. As usual, visited Kiddy Palace at Lot1 for new toys to play. Went to Foodjunction to talk and stuff, then ate fruits. Lalala, i felt giddy for the whole time. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang walked home together! First time haha. They walked in the direction of the LRT stations, and i left halfway to my grandma's home since it was already 5.30 le.&lt;br /&gt;They kept calling my name and screaming &lt;em&gt;bye&lt;/em&gt;=(. You know, i actually felt sad la=X. I won't have friends screaming &lt;em&gt;bye&lt;/em&gt; to me from two roads away next year, and won't have people to rot with me after school in Lot1, choking on LJS while we laughed about how silly our teachers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my grandma's house, felt giddy all the time. Ate dinner and Gabriel came over also. Hermann went for his sec4 prom night! Hahaha. No wonder he bought hair cream, wax and hair spray the day before=X. He even stole his dad's black suit to wear=X. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed a few winter clothings just now, so fat and thick de. Squeezed them into air tight bags and sat on them to flatten them=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents called up NUS High and the requirements is A* for Science and Maths and above 255. o.O My bro got ba, i think. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold a hand. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116438175295869622?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116438175295869622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116438175295869622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116438175295869622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116438175295869622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/threetootfalls.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116429169924879018</id><published>2006-11-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:21:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threetoottrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore eyes followed by a damn stomach ache for no reason even though my period ended a few days ago=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is screaming, this is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;MY BRO GOT A FREAKING 257/300 FOR PSLE~! Since his score is 255, two marks for HMT.&lt;br /&gt;I find it impressive. It's unfair lor! He was playing dota and AOE before PSLE!!&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been smiling since this afternoon, her mouth must be twisted. She went through the book, and decided on the first three choices of school. She's trying to get my bro into NUS High or HCI. I advised him not to, he might become gay in a boys' school leh. But after much consideration, he won't! Cause &lt;strong&gt;if he gets into HCI, Nanyang Girls' will be opposite his school!&lt;/strong&gt; WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams were extremely weird.&lt;br /&gt;For the previous nights, i dreamt about swimming with KWE, Joyce and Vivien after band then there was a whirlpool and cylone. o.O Too much of Geog le. We ran like to some mountain, then hid in the shelter with our floats from Wild wild wet. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;I even dreamt about some bomb thingy, then got mutation of species de.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's friends from Malaysia will be coming during Christmas, they just called. Not surprise de=X. My piano lesson was peaceful, no slicing of meat or whatever. Haha, polished up on the beginning and theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with gang tomorrow, meeting them at 12pm. No rotting for a day!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, pigs don't rot=P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116429169924879018?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116429169924879018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116429169924879018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116429169924879018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116429169924879018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/threetoottrees.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116420894053010497</id><published>2006-11-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:22:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threetwotoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my piano teacher sick.=)&lt;br /&gt;You must first know that her ONS is a Midnight Before Christmas scary softtoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:wa.. &lt;strong&gt;still the pic of the 3 ah toots.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:so late le, yr dad nvr hush u to sleep ar&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:you want to zhi sha ah&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:=_=*&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:.... it's not my wrist in the pic&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:but i have to admit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:the idea of slicing human flesh is very tempting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:ecstatic i would say ^^&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:..&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:you better don't come for lesson tomorrow le.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:abit the scary=X&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:-_-.. pls lor.. if i wan cut you..&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:then&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:i'll come properly equipped( which is very ma fan )&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:i'll not come wif a cutter knife&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:I'll be fully equipped with&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:a chain saw WAHAHA  &lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:my house got chopper la.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:easier.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:but qh better la.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:got fats somemore&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:easier.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says: ...wa... where got enough power.. chopper not enough power&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:but hor&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:if wan slice QH hor, i must bring something else also&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:more ma fan.. u noe wad i must bring&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:i must remember to pack in the OIL ABSORBER paper in my sha ren briefcase... so it's chain saw and oil absorbant paper. too oily le..&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:jkjk nia.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:o.O&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:no need la.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:bring container then collect ma&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:give your mama use for cooking...&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:-_-.. like that means more equippment lor.. wa, like that how can wor.. like that hor.. i need to call&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:Fedex special team come hlp me pack and deliver le.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:so many stuff to giap..&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:&lt;strong&gt;BTW, the 3 of u hor( the 3 ah toots.. ).. all LoOk alike de, so scary.. u all come out from the same photostating machine de ar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:but 2 copies more carbonated, 1 copy run out of black ink..LOLZ    &lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:&lt;strong&gt;hey, talk to u later.. i hungry, go rape fridge.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:look alike meh!&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:=X.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:wahaha&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:eat ba eat ba!&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:don't choke&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:-_-.. choke yr head&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says: .. , i brb.. go rape fridge&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:you never rape your one night stand le ah&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:go rape fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:=_=&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:  . pls lor.. my ang kong is not for ONS de&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:is life companion lor&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:how can u degrade him&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:your ang kong is nightmare leg.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:he is not suai bian de nan ren lor&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:leh*&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:he so handsome, gentleman.. wear tuxedo somemore.. u dun now how to appreciate lar.. anyway.. i want go rape fridge .brb&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:go ba.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:=_=&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:my fridge only got fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:and it's a long way from bedroom to fridge..hais.. ji mo nan ai..&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:nothing to eat de.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:!&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:-_- . yr brother is the only available 'stock' ar&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:yalor.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:=(.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:then i suggest u cut him up and stock for tomoro&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:slice thin pieces hor..&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:hard la.&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:like that can last more days ar..&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Weeded ANGIE. says:then surely got many pieces haha!&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:   , dun talk to me le.. i go rape fridge.. cant control it anymore le..&lt;br /&gt;Go On___Cut Along------- DOTTED LINE ------- ECsTatiC^^___ says:ji mo nan ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe she's my piano teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i feel much better already~~~&lt;br /&gt;=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116420894053010497?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116420894053010497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit 321.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worried la!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Finished my shortened novel in the morning, i wrote paragraphs of crap and thought of searching bookshops for books to read and try to become a bookworm when my aunt called me telling me that she took a day off and is coming to fetch us from our house to our grandma's house for lunch at around 12pm. Lenghty sentence. So ya, my bro and i went to our granma's house together with Hermann and Gabriel and my aunt. Ate lunch, lalala. Then my bro wanted to go to my cousin's house and play. I had to follow him, my mum's strict parental rules. What crap.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Hermann's hamster and rabbit, his house is a zoo actually. They stink a little and scratched my fingers=X. Cute alright. He'll start working as a clerk in my other aunt's company from next Monday, for two months, and his salary is like $1300 or $2000 if he works OT. Quite high le=X. But my aunt doesn't want to give me the job, cause it's for two months de, and it's for after O levels students only. Bleh, here goes our opportunity to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;They played PS2 and dota, while i fell asleep on the sofa. I wasted 5 hours of my life. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE results will be released tomorrow at noon. My bro haven't show any signs of anxiety. He plays dota for a few hours, talked and laughed in his dreams yesterday, aet like a rubbish bin and acts as normally as normal for the past few hours. I hope he don't come to my school, so i can break as many school rules i want, but if he comes my school, i can bully him as a senior. Wahaha i'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's Malaysia friends might be coming one of these days(i think it's friday), they didn't give us an exact date however, insisting that they give us a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they stay for a week or so, so i won't have to rot and feed flies and mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ I'M WORRIED SICK ALREADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116420283797091664?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116420283797091664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116420283797091664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116420283797091664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116420283797091664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/dammit-321.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116411996314317004</id><published>2006-11-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:39:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random~~~&lt;br /&gt;320.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. My third post for the day. Haha. I'm halfway through my English composition. Ran out of thoughts for my shortened novel, so decided to blog!&lt;br /&gt;I like grey and black. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm charging my hp using the slow usb port, my charger is spoilt again.=(. Since my com has got only one usb port, i can't charge or transfer files to my mp3~ =(.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought mp4s for himself and his friends in China at a price of 60 dollars, Sing dollars. So cheap o.O And the brand is Aple, not Apple ipod. Haha! I remember seeing brands like aPod and Appo in the electronic stall! Lol. The mp4 is quite good de, got games some more. Shall upload some songs for my dad later=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through the pictures took using our family camera with my mother just now, and i deleted quite a number of them. I wasn't my family photographer, was too lazy and my bro took over. As predicted, my bro has such artistic sense in such a way that the pictures he took were at weird angles, only he himself can decipher what he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong with me. I'm checking msn to see if he is online every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, talk to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;=_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to idon'tknowwho (sorry but i really don't know who you're=X) for sending me &lt;em&gt;disenchanted&lt;/em&gt; tabs. The chorus and bridge sounds very nice=D&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, when are we jamming again?! Live jamming i mean, not o2jam. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm refering to The Dumb~! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(. =(. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116411996314317004?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116411996314317004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116411996314317004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116411996314317004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116411996314317004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-320.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116409717879965555</id><published>2006-11-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:19:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thhhhhreeeeoneeeeniiinneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i changed my blogskin after so long.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not Christmas yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was editing html for my tagboard so the colour of the scrollbars are the same! But i ruined the designer's code for the posting text, argh. Spent like half an hour editing an already edited skin. =X.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored!!!!. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116409717879965555?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116409717879965555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116409717879965555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116409717879965555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116409717879965555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/thhhhhreeeeoneeeeniiinneeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116408163921375446</id><published>2006-11-21T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:15:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally finished all of darn Chinese holiday assignments le, both compositions, one close passage and comprehension~&lt;br /&gt;Finished English LEAD, comprehension and summary le. Maths and Science worksheets also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm left with one English composition, reading of that Lit book and Geog worksheet. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat breakfast. Feeling very empty, lazy and restless. Bleh. My bro will be going out to play soccer with his friends, and i'll be alone at home with nobody bothering me=(. At least, being bothered and to bother somebody is something i can do. Even my bro has more life than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wreck my piano with my &lt;em&gt;gigue&lt;/em&gt; and finish up all of Geog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116408163921375446?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116408163921375446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116408163921375446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116408163921375446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116408163921375446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-finally-finished-all-of-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116400039067424643</id><published>2006-11-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:29:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dashboard threeoneseven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol la. I haven't check my posting of streams next year until today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking chem+bio and geog! Possibility of taking Liam next year=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;Live jamming!! I need tabs for &lt;em&gt;disenchanted&lt;/em&gt; asap=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116400039067424643?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116400039067424643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116400039067424643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116400039067424643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116400039067424643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/dashboard-threeoneseven-lol-la.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116394797940920208</id><published>2006-11-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:52:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalalala threeonesix~!&lt;br /&gt;Hello=). Labixiaoxin- Ni hui lai le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog and board is rotting logged. I don't care. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaiNan dao was fun! Bored at times, but okay la. I'm clearing junk mail=X. I spent my time travelling, eating, sleeping, shopping or just doing nothing! Watched TV there also, got nice cartoons de=D We didn't join a tour, was a OTOT(own time, own target lol) kind of arrangement. The driver who drove us around and fetch us after shopping and stuff works as a tour guide and is also one of my mum's relative. Complicated huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day~ Airport, then left lor. We took Tiger Airways, budget airlines to save money. Lol, going Korea next next week ma. Free seating arrangement, typical Singaporeans rushed to get the 'best' seats while we simply just strolled into the plane and occupied rows or seats. We have many people lor! All my relatives and old people from the same hometown in HaiNan dao. We reached there at 9 or 10am, many relatives i don't know were waiting for our arrival, warm welcome! The airport was very warm too. Then later, we left for lunch. The lunch was scary, a few hundred dishes and we couldn't finish. Haha, like 15 or 16 dishes lor, two tables some more.&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice, at least, but kinda hard. Wahaha, the perfect diet. =X.&lt;br /&gt;We went sightseeing in a van, saw a meeting house and stuff, beaches, then visited some huge place with temples and chinesey stuff. Was bored stiff, taking pictures while my only company was music. Saw a few temples and buildings with relics, statues and towers, then left to the hotel! 5 star hotel wahaha~ Called Holiday Inn or something. We washed up and went to this above water restuarant! Not exactly a restuarant, it was dirty with seafood-cooked or uncooked all over the place and guitarist slamming their guitars, apparantly trying to cover their horrible voices. The restuarant should change a new &lt;em&gt;not tone deaf &lt;/em&gt;band with more music sense. Noisy=X. Our relatives there ordered a whole load of seafood, crabs and prawns(the size of your thumb, you eat it with the shell), vege, fish and those weird things and blah blah blah. Very nice=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day!&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast at the hotel, buffet style. ZiYi and BingHan, the four-year-olds swam after breakfast with their parents while we walked the beach~ Checked out of the hotel at 12pm, and lunch at a Chinese restuarant. All we do is eat, hahaha. I remember seeing a snake in a big glass container fille with liquid, the Chinese people call it snake wine. Argh=X.&lt;br /&gt;Sightseeing in the afternoons- the place is Lu Hui Tou, and the English name is-Deer Turn Head.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, even the tourism places in China don't use English de. Some place with a story about a hunter, his wife and a deer, not forgetting the must have moral of the story at the end. Beautiful place. You have to climb stairs up to view the statue of the deer and hunter built telling people to act rationally or something like that. An artist did a cartoon potrait for me, how nice=D. Explored for quite a while, then went to another part of that place to feed deer! It was smelly and full of flies, but we bought a few bunches of leaves from the people there nevertheless, and fed the deer.&lt;br /&gt;Left the place, and went&lt;br /&gt;shopping.&lt;br /&gt;=D! Bought clothes and shoes~&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what we ate for dinner=X. We went to the second hotel. Very grand=D. Explored the hotel, watched a little TV, and slept. There is this massage buiding beside our hotel, and the hotel staff took us around. We asked if there is any foot massage ma. It was dark with coloured dim lights, and guys standing outside each room like gays. On the walls hung pictues of women half naked. =_=. Crazy hotel staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Woke up very early, and the breakfast was a nono. Bad one, didn't eat. We met the old people who went back to their hometown directly after lunch during the first day at the hotel, including my grandmother. ZiYi vomitted, food poisoning i think, in the morning after alighting at the temple place. We sat the tram around and visited temples, didn't really do anything lor, fell asleep on the bench.=X. The place had some buddha on water thing, idon'tknow what it's called in Chinese. I forgot the places' names le..&lt;br /&gt;My relatives brought Ziyi to see a doctor, while we continued with our shopping. My dad and bro was bored wahahahaha, so they sat in Mac and ate icecream. Left for dinner, went back to the hotel. Went for shoulder and feet massage &lt;em&gt;in the hotel!&lt;/em&gt; Proper business de. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day~&lt;br /&gt;Woke early, packed, fruits breakfast, check out. Went to tian1 ya2 hai2 jiao3, a tourist spot famous for its, no, not beautiful beaches or sceneries. Rocks,  famous for their rocks. Two rocks in fact. So weird de=_=. Many people were asking us to buy seashells or &lt;strong&gt;corals&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Evil people who should listen to our debut album! =(.&lt;/strong&gt;  Ate lunch, with an very expensive fish, 200 Sing dollars. Qi guai. Then our driver drove us to the mountains! It was drizzling lightly, and the hotel is among the mountains. We swam a little, but the wen1 quan2 was too hot le. So cannot pao4 wen1 quan2. Haha. The toilet and bathroom is out at the balcony de, open-minded Jap designer. Our driver drove down to find a cheaper hotel to stay in, and couldn't drive up in the evenings to fetch us for dinner as there were no street lamps. We decided to dine in the hotel! The manager told us that they ran out of space.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel to play cards at frist, then cards became very educational lmao. Addie was asking the 4yearolds numbers and stuff on the cards=_=. Ate dinner at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day=)&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast in the open space buffet place, and Addie stole the honey HAHAHA. I didn't okay. Lol. Our driver drove us to the countryside. Four hours of transportation left me numb everywhere, and our first destination was my grandmother's family! It was an upgraded kampong house, cement instead of grass and stone. Flies and chicken, farm animals were all over, my parents were paranoid about bird flu=X. They cooked lunch for us, but i didn't eat,. It was even scarier than 15 dishes, it contains shit of flies and houseflies, together with dirty fingernails and hair. We left for my granddad's house. Sat the tut-tut motorbike out to the shops in the village, saw a few clothing shops, a market selling thick fat pork and vegetables. We went back to the house and it was drama.&lt;br /&gt;=X.&lt;br /&gt;The sister of my grandpa suddenly shook very violently, then insisted that she is my grandpa. =X. But lol la, she talked abit to my granma, then mentioned something about giving money to the household to build a better house like some other house in the village. (the some other house is actually my relative house, and according to my aunt, my granpa's side is jealous about that rich relatives' house and has some kinda feud with them) My grandpa's sister, didn't know my name when sombody asked her, which means that it's fake le. Plan A for money.&lt;br /&gt;Act1 scence 2-my poorthing grandma who couldn't see that it was a trick asked the 'possessed' about how is that some other relative(dead also), then suddenly, another sister of my grandad passed the baby in her hands to another sister and her knees fell to the ground, while insisting that she is that other relative m granma asked about. Lol la!&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa's family is weird, using weird means to ask for money.&lt;br /&gt;I saw alot of damn cute piglets rolling in the mud in the fields!=D. There were cow dung all over the road also. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach, ran away from the drama scene since it was so ridiculous. Addie bought me to see the beach! The waves were strong and a few people were catching crabs. Went back to the house when the drama stopped. Ate dinner and bathed with flickering lights. =X. Sweaty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning-sixth day~!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4am, my aunt woke me up cause she couldn't sleep=_=. Everybody except the four-year-olds went to the beach to watch the sunrise. I was very reluctant,-looked what happened that time at PasirRis Park=X. We saw a little of the sun, since the clouds were too thick le. We packed our luggage, then went over to the rich relative house to eat breakfast. Ate &lt;em&gt;bua,&lt;/em&gt; which is actually our nian2 gao1. Homemade de! =D. Ate rich at 9plus, then sat the 4hours car journey back to town. We reache a hotel at HaiKou, some golf club for the rich and famous. Not that we are rich la, but my relatives there have golf club membership so we get a discount rate. My granma bathed and slept, then we went shopping again!&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff, lalala then went back to hotel to take a shower. Dinner was at some park with beautiful lights, the sotong was nice=D.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we left to my relatives house. BingHan was playing the lego bricks. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day~~~&lt;br /&gt;Woke at 5am, packed up until 6am, ate breakfast until 7am, left for airport and reached at 8.30am. Said goodbye, then check in our stuff. Took the airplane back=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaiNan Dao is a nice place, but i prefer my own bed. =). Zzz i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116394797940920208?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116394797940920208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116394797940920208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116394797940920208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116394797940920208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/lalalalala-threeonesix-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116336520962333264</id><published>2006-11-13T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:00:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohpostnumberidon'tknow=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i am in the airport now~! XD. Rather cold, some budget terminal by Tiger Airways. It's not really bad actually, quite a number of shops and stuff. We woke at around 2am and our cab came to fetch us from our house. Addie and my grandma was in the cab. My grandma was smiling throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight is scheduled at 6am, and it's 4hours. Reach there at 10 or 11am ba. Don't know if there is time difference there or not. Then we are going to some ShanYa, i think. Some tourist spot there. The old people are going directly to their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i'm so bored la. Like all adults, two little cute 4-year-olds, old people and my bro. I should have brought Sidney Sheldon's books along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 minutes left to blog, there is 15mins user usage here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be my family's photographer~! =D.&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's internet there. There are many smokers there i heard, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bye=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116336520962333264?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116336520962333264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116336520962333264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116336520962333264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116336520962333264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohpostnumberidontknowd-so-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116333662916143348</id><published>2006-11-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:03:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>314=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Singapore at 6am tomorrow le~! =).&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be fun, at least even when there are dirty toilets and no street lamps, but anyway, i brought torchlights! Lalala=D Will be going there with my family, my aunt, my ahma, and some other old people who want to visit their hometown. Hainan Dao is my ahma's hometown i think. She kept telling me how beautiful the village was just now=D.&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave my 100 to spend! =D. Lol. The conversion to renmingbi(or something like that.) is 1:5 la=D We're filthy rich once we reach there le. But the news mentioned something about pickpockets and evil people argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, message me if you all missed me~&lt;br /&gt;Take care. Haha. =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116333662916143348?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116333662916143348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116333662916143348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116333662916143348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116333662916143348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/314.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116322124947248428</id><published>2006-11-11T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:16:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>313~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To The Black Parade-My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;The drums sounds nice=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=). Saturday~ Boring saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed the composition for HMT test yesterday, i wrote only one and a half page, and kept repeating the same point over and over again. Chose that family violence topic, since i was planning in English for the other topic. I thought the comprehension was easy. But comprehension holds only like 20 marks and compo is 50 or so. Lalala. Joyce wrote 4 pages lor. Other people were asking for more paper.. Lalalalalala. =(.&lt;br /&gt;We bought some white wallet for Joyce~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to post about le. ZZZ. No life at all. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the flight to HaiNanDao is 5am, Monday. Have to check in at midnight. =_=.&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning around evening on Sunday, if there is no delays.&lt;br /&gt;I played piano for two hours just now, practicing G7 piece-Gigue by John Loeillet. I like the song~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths later, with SumYin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;A longer post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116322124947248428?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116322124947248428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116322124947248428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116322124947248428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116322124947248428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/313-welcome-to-black-parade-my.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116315437920699293</id><published>2006-11-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:26:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>312~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm hungry. =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116315437920699293?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116315437920699293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116315437920699293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116315437920699293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116315437920699293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/312-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116308390548301001</id><published>2006-11-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:51:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazytocheckpostnumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson today! Haha. My piano teacher came with that.. thing. Some &lt;em&gt;midnight before christmas &lt;/em&gt;softtoy. Her.. one-night stand. Lalala =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is one straight line. Argh, at least for now. I am leaving Singapore for HaiNanDao next week le! No more rotting at home~ =D. Anyway, i am going back to school for that HMT selection test tomorrow, hope i get 75 and above for the test so i can take HMT next year. Damn ma fan lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Joyce's birthday tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOHY~! 1 year old le. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring, random post. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116308390548301001?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116308390548301001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116308390548301001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116308390548301001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116308390548301001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/lazytocheckpostnumber.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116297819598972450</id><published>2006-11-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:29:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threeonezero~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, i am bored stiff. Crapping with my dear AhMa now, haha. About shit. =D.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed, nothing to blog about. I hope the other xl floods my board to prevent my blog from attracting flies.=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116297819598972450?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116297819598972450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116297819598972450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116297819598972450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116297819598972450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/threeonezero-lalalala-i-am-bored-stiff.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116289336122905854</id><published>2006-11-07T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:56:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threeoldnine.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha, piano lesson just ended. Did on sight reading and third aparts, then theory was on harmony stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's going to rain again. I love the rain=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rotted for the morning, keyed a little, haven't played o2jam yet. Haha. Ate Mac with my bro even though it is fattening and unhealthy. Three cheers.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll start on those holiday homework tomorrow. I don't know what we need to do la. They should print worksheets instead. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Kwe and Joyce went job hunting today, KWE told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on holiday next week le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116289336122905854?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116289336122905854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116289336122905854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116289336122905854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116289336122905854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/threeoldnine.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116279353840901388</id><published>2006-11-06T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:00:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>318~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. =D.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging. My dad banned my computer use for a few days, after he read that 'sometimes, she gets carried away by her conversations with her friends' comment given by liam in my report book. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chalet was fun. =).&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YanYing sent me the pictures we took during chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm uploading the pictures=)&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Nevermind. Photobucket is laggy.&lt;br /&gt;Go eat lunch. Piano later. =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116279353840901388?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116279353840901388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116279353840901388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116279353840901388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116279353840901388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/11/318-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116229159471601468</id><published>2006-10-31T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:55:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>317!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Cool Mum went to school with me at aorund 10am to see Jenny Wee. She just advised me on what to choose, either HMT of MT, and to read newspapers and books and stuff. My mum took an &lt;em&gt;urgent leave&lt;/em&gt; for just 15minutes, then later we went shopping! She spent 300 in like, 2 hours. I wonder how much money she has.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she bought My Chemical Romance's album for me! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tomorrow. The last period of time i'll get to share with 205 peeps le. Clarish can't go, her granma passed away. We will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;She's missing her ah ma.  I love my ah ma=)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the class too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116229159471601468?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116229159471601468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116229159471601468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116229159471601468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116229159471601468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/317-rain-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116220322957330340</id><published>2006-10-30T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:13:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>316. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today for Economics test. The questions were unexpected, i thought they were going to give alot of MCQs. Three questions were given, and paper to write. I didn't even know Economics have something to do with these questions.&lt;br /&gt;1) Imagine you're the principal of a school. The students, staff and blahblahblah needs computers. Something about allocating and planning stuff such that they use the computers fairly. Stupid question. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;2) Why is trade important? Why US buy products and blah from Japan when they can produce their own? I mentioned monopoly of trade=_=. Again, i don't know. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;3) Choose one of the questions de.&lt;br /&gt;-China's growth as an &lt;em&gt;economic something&lt;/em&gt;. I chose this, gave crap. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-How many IRs do you think we should have? YanYing didn't know what IR is, and answered 100. =D.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Geography next year. Confirm. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Welcome To The Black Parade-My Chemical Romance on repeat! =D. No, i don't download, Jon sent me de. Wahaha! After the selection test, band members went to the band room to return the tunics. According to Doreen, the tailor is going to change the golden part to a better material. Mine changed to silver after washing=X. Joyce's mother came to the school to meet Jenny Wee, for the appeal for HMT thing. My cool mum's gonna go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch with KWE, then went home for piano. &lt;strong&gt;Both the Popular and Sembawang staff told me that the album was sold out, no stock. I want My Chemical Romance's album.=(.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs of straight sight reading and third-apart scales later. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my pre-ordered mp3 tomorrow! I bought orange Zen Neeon 2, 2gb de! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go xi yi, shai yi, shou yi and zhe yi~&lt;br /&gt;I've to do housework in order to get my allowance for the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116220322957330340?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116220322957330340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116220322957330340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116220322957330340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116220322957330340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/316.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116213126905786796</id><published>2006-10-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:18:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalalala! treeonefive~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger don't accept hyperlinks, yesterday's post couldn't get through until i removed the hyperlink to 205 class blog.&lt;br /&gt;Woke at 11am, then rushed breakfast and stuff and attended Science Chem tuition at 12pm. On purification de and MsNg thought i dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then went with my parents to pay for the travel stuff. Church~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116213126905786796?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116213126905786796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116213126905786796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116213126905786796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116213126905786796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalalalala-treeonefive-blogger-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116204508778087455</id><published>2006-10-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:05:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treeonefall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read 205 class blog~ Chalet and holiday homework stuff=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sentosa with my family+Gabriel&amp;amp;mother and my grandma! I was bored. There were tents and stuff on that &lt;em&gt;what name&lt;/em&gt; beach, then game booths and stage performances. Some police force family day, and although my father had already retired from the police force, he was still invited and people adressed him as&lt;strong&gt; 'sir'&lt;/strong&gt;. Cool. =D.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.30am, went to fetch Gabirel and mum, while Hermann stayed at home to study! Wahaha, today's his birthday by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Sentosa blahblahblah, stayed at that beach until 1pm, i think. Then we went to someplace and took the thing up to thatplace! I forgot the names of those locations le=X. Okay lo, but we had to wait for very long. Reached the top of somewhere, then sat that thing up and saw most of Sentosa. Went back to where we started by sitting on something which slided down a track. I bumped into some slow-moving girl. My mum was nervous=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bored. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing hill tomorrow, with Addie and family. Bukit Timah Hill i think. I am lazy. =(. Might be buying mp3 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't he reply me! Bleh. Instead, my brother's friends have been talking to me non-stop since i logged in to MSN. Irritating. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go jam with Aldrin then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116204508778087455?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116204508778087455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116204508778087455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116204508778087455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116204508778087455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/treeonefall.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116195770796389735</id><published>2006-10-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:01:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>313.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROWL.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating la! Streaming for what! I'm so so confused about what stream to take. KWE, Joyce, Bochao, Jamie choosing triple, Clarish choosing Bio.&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me the simplest yet difficult response, &lt;em&gt;you choose yourself lor, don't choose art can already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i regret. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third post today. They're in school now ba, that concert thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm biting an apple now,&lt;br /&gt;hope my braces rubberband don't break. Lazy to remove it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the disturbing and damn thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;My cool mum finally gave me a 50-50! I can stay overnight for chalet, but only for one night. They spend one hour telling me rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;I saw My Chemical Romance's album on Channel 5. Wahaha! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Sentosa with my family tomorrow. Some family event, i think. Hope it'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116195770796389735?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116195770796389735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116195770796389735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116195770796389735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116195770796389735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/313.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116193693816021990</id><published>2006-10-27T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:15:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>312.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I'll stick to this skin until it rots and turn all black. Blogskins.com always have database problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt; at the above!&lt;br /&gt;Panic At The Disco- There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go sleep. /dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116193693816021990?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116193693816021990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116193693816021990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116193693816021990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116193693816021990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/312.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116193334165662959</id><published>2006-10-27T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:15:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post 311.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick! =(.&lt;br /&gt;The flu jab or something don't work de! It's to like, prevent flu and yet i think i am having a fever now with headache. I have flu 365 days per year. Haiz=(&lt;br /&gt;It's raning now, heavily. Dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go school this morning, my eyes were pushed to my skull la. Damn giddy. Zzz. Thanks Clarish for getting my report slip and homework! For the first and last time, Liam called me. She mentioned something like, 'get well soon and see you next year'. Argh, she sounded nice, yes, but she called me to ask me&lt;em&gt; how i am&lt;/em&gt; only when Clarish asked her for my report slip and Liam didn't want to give it to her. Maybe i'll still see her next year okay, i have this bad feeling that i couldn't pass the test and get into the only econs class next year. I'll take Geog. Liam teaches Geog. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is performing for two times today, and i missed it all. Bleh=(. No campfire though, because of the haze. Some indoor performance, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better now. Feeling dreamy due to the medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116193334165662959?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116193334165662959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116193334165662959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116193334165662959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116193334165662959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-311.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116185899149252023</id><published>2006-10-26T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:09:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post 310=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This album is way more dramatic, way more theatrical, completely over the top, borderline psychotic. This is the most pure, intense thing the band has ever done.&lt;br /&gt;=D. =D. =D!&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance's album was released this Tuesday! I want want want want the album!&lt;br /&gt;But i think it will come here earliest by next year. Bleh. But still i'll check That CD Shop as soon as possible. =D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second last day of school, i don't feel anything yet. Or maybe we won't feel anything. Our class spirit, if we have any, is more like a &lt;em&gt;hello,bye&lt;/em&gt; kind of thing, i guess. Haha, but at the very least, we don't cry together and do silly stuff like.. crying and crying and don't want to say goodbye. Move along, move along.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss 205, because it once existed, not because i enjoyed the time with the class. Anyway, 205 is a nice name for a class=D&lt;br /&gt;Er Ling Wu!&lt;br /&gt;(add a xiang then is Wu Xiang Ling le!, haha my Chinese name.)&lt;br /&gt;We spend the day playing cards and blocks and cards again, and lalalalalalalala. We signed in for that clocking in and out system le. Ma fan. Then i went home instead of going for band. Piano.&lt;br /&gt;This band teacher saw me walking to the gates and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today got band leh you purposely have piano lesson today right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the. This teacher stared at me with widened eyes, as if i had done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't know we've got band practice today and it's my fault that i threw the form away.&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;2)My piano teacher planned my practice schedule, not me.&lt;br /&gt;Do i look guilty all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate noodles with Clarish, then saw a few boys from some sec smoking. Eww. =(.&lt;br /&gt;I went home straight after that, a few boys &lt;em&gt;purposely&lt;/em&gt; knocked against my trombone and sniggered. I should have screamed at them. What happened to these people? =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did on sight reading pieces later, G7 sight reading is complicated la. So many notes and pedal stuff. A little theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what difficulties he face, let me help him. =).&lt;br /&gt;Smile and moinkz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116185899149252023?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116185899149252023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116185899149252023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116185899149252023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116185899149252023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-310d-this-album-is-way-more.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116176327643961163</id><published>2006-10-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:13:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>309.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post today. Haha. I just played o2jam! And i almost passed V3 normal. Almost. Bleh=(.&lt;br /&gt;Ate mac with my bro. I wonder how they find the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher is coming le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting my tuition fees next week. Yay! I'll spend my day in CD shops buying everything i want. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Ball-Keane.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the man I see&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I buried it too deep&lt;br /&gt;Under the iron sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;Save us all, &lt;strong&gt;tell me life is beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines ever more unclear&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I'm even here&lt;br /&gt;The more I look the more&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Starting to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;Save us all, tell me life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crystal ball, hear my song&lt;br /&gt;I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;So put me where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I don't where I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;I look myself in eye&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one there&lt;br /&gt;I fall upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;I call upon the air&lt;br /&gt;But all I get is the same old vacant stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;Save us all, tell me life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crystal ball, hear my song&lt;br /&gt;I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;So put me where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his songs. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. I feel like sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116176327643961163?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116176327643961163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116176327643961163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116176327643961163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116176327643961163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/309.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116175480768675812</id><published>2006-10-25T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:40:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>308~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bochao. Something happened to her, and she can't go school for the next two days. She either a)broke her kneecap or b)sprained her muscles.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really surprising actually, since she's old and i think, has osteoporosis. A disorder in which the bones become increasingly porous, brittle, and subject to fracture, owing to loss of calcium and other mineral components, sometimes resulting in pain, decreased height, and skeletal deformities: &lt;strong&gt;common in older persons, primarily postmenopausal women&lt;/strong&gt;, but also associated with long-term steroid therapy and certain endocrine disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get well soon, class chalet is next week. =D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a holiday and i choose to rot in the morning by lying in my bed for 3 whole hours then waking up at 12pm to bathe. Skipped breakfast, waiting for my bro to return home from school to accompany me for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The three of them should be watching Rob-b-hood now. I watched it before le, so didn't tag along. Piano lesson at 4pm later also.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapping with Bochao now. Haha, she hops to the toilet on one leg. The amazing ah ma!&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school, the second last day. I feel empty when i think of the last few days i'm going to spend with the class, don't know why. Oh, and i cannot stay overnight for the chalet. My mum's afraid and paranoid. But i'm still going with you all until midnight, then i'll have to go home. I wonder if my cool mum will hire 10 bodyguards around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;30 Oct -Piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1 to 3 Nov -Class chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9 Nov -Dental appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10 Nov -Streaming results. Poohy's birthday=D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;13-19 Nov -Io china, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;24-26 Nov -Trombone section's chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1-6 Dec -In Korea. &lt;em&gt;I might die in a nuclear bomb experiment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;15 Dec -Clarish's birthday=D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;29 Dec -Orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's back. Shall go eat lunch now, yay=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116175480768675812?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116175480768675812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116175480768675812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116175480768675812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116175480768675812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/308-poor-bochao.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116161309045284648</id><published>2006-10-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:18:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, ni hao! This is post three zero seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about another crazy day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but the day went by very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;The school was either saving electricity or that the supply was cut off in the mornings, to such an extent that the teachers from the staffrooms were sitting outside and JennyWee mentioned something about our school not paying the bills. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Some talk before recess.&lt;br /&gt;We pestered Liam and MrLim for our rankings quite a number of times until we decided to find them ourselves in 4L2, since it was one of Liam's classes, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Class-i forgot?&lt;br /&gt;Level-72.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed, actually. Even though i am among the top80 eligible ta get into triple but, multiple people getting the same rankings and inaccurate calculations will push me into the 80s or 90s de ma. I can't really hide what i was feeling, as thought i was sinking, so i felt rather..helpless in school, until we played with cards and stuff. Haha, we used dominos as chips. Vivien came into our class and brought along BigbigBean. It's ugly. We should have played cheat with Vivien. Haha. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the late mornings playing cards again. They went to my house after school. Joyce, Clarish and KWE. They o2jammed a little while Clarish was trying to remember the chords for My Love-Westlife. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;They went high after 'jamming' with my drumsticks, guitar and piano. Well, you see, this three people were screaming Good Day-The Click Five without their pianist when i was busy doing housework for my mum. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded by my mum when she returned home by &lt;em&gt;not respecting her authority&lt;/em&gt;. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so warm. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go try that V3 normal le~&lt;br /&gt;Let's jam again. =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116161309045284648?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116161309045284648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116161309045284648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116161309045284648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116161309045284648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-ni-hao-this-is-post-three-zero.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116152179524573966</id><published>2006-10-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:56:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treeosick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bored.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not have Maths and English tuition yesterday, since it was Deepavali. Don't have any close Indian friends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tuition centre&lt;/em&gt; just gave us the new schedule for sec3 classes, and i realized that E Maths is on Saturday 12-2pm and A Maths from 2-4pm.  Bukit Gombak centre don't offer Biology classes. Bleh. Only Jurong East has Biology. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Science tuition was on sec3 Chemistry and titration stuff. Lennard was laughing at my hair. &lt;strong&gt;Curse him 1000000000000 times. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned home from Jurong Point, went shopping for the whole afternoon with Fel and Kerissa. Old time friends. =D. Happy birthday Fel. =D.&lt;br /&gt;I went for Saturday service instead lo, so i am very free now. My family is out at somewhere, either Orchard or my Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting our level and class positions tomorrow, i hope. Other classes have already got theirs. Slow.&lt;br /&gt;Do remember to bring tiem CME and Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like jamming. Shall call Ald to crap with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hair. =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116152179524573966?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116152179524573966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116152179524573966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116152179524573966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116152179524573966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/treeosick.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116136009703624751</id><published>2006-10-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:01:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This page took five years to load. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard threezerofive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, i got another B4.&lt;br /&gt;Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English-B4.&lt;br /&gt;HMT-B4.&lt;br /&gt;Literature-B4.&lt;br /&gt;I suck in language. Big time. I don't know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to express myself. &lt;br /&gt;Damn. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths-A1.&lt;br /&gt;Science-A1.&lt;br /&gt;Geography-A1.&lt;br /&gt;History-A1/2.&lt;br /&gt;HomeEcons-A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the whole school day in HomeEc room and in the hall watching off-tuned BPian Idol, plus playing cards in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be weird if like, we go down for recess with our own friends from the different classes. Then we meet each other and then smile and walk off, WEIRDNESS! And what if they all, for example, go to Triple and there's only me in that one class. Wow, I'll be duper lonely! And what's more they are all from band but I'm not~ So we'll drift away and sooner or later, we'll forget each other. We won't even recognise each other if we ever meet outside school again, after we graduate. -Rattata's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong, wrong. How can we forget each other. Next time when i pass Kiddy Palace and see another ugly pooh, i'll be reminded of some obsessive pooher lover. Moles and buttons, pimples and thick hair, KWE. Rat, haha who else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have piano tomorrow, around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. Tired jiu sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116136009703624751?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116136009703624751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116136009703624751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116136009703624751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116136009703624751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-page-took-five-years-to-load.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116126122466453392</id><published>2006-10-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:33:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>threee o fall. /dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught my neice and nephew this afternoon again. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty b4 for English and HMT overall.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. My triple flew away.&lt;br /&gt;I think i am taking Econs, Chem and Physics, and HMT if i qualify.&lt;br /&gt;My triple flew away.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ald, i want the scores.&lt;br /&gt;I want the scores.&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;scores.&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116126122466453392?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116126122466453392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116126122466453392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116126122466453392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116126122466453392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/threee-o-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116118614518725293</id><published>2006-10-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:42:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thrree oh thrree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 71 for English SA2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so frustrated la. I don't know what combination i should take next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping minutes ago. =).&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught my nephew Chinese today, some ting xie and stuff. =D.&lt;br /&gt;Rotted in school. Clarish was late. Some bands from the Chinese newspaper 'bao mi hua' came and sang Chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116118614518725293?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116118614518725293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116118614518725293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116118614518725293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116118614518725293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/thrree-oh-thrree.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116109553186334959</id><published>2006-10-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:32:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three oh too~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am over the moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English(paper2)-72%&lt;br /&gt;Chinese(overall)-62%&lt;br /&gt;Maths-81&lt;br /&gt;Science-80&lt;br /&gt;Geography-87&lt;br /&gt;HomeEcons(theory)-70%&lt;br /&gt;=D.=D.=D.=D.=D.=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our results back today, all except English paper1. School was boring and sleepy. Zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Played games, lalalalala played murderer and Uno. Spongebob went to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Are we bringing guitar tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;After school i went to my AhMa's house, since i couldn't move my wrist because of the wound. Bleh so i didn't go for band. Gave my nephew tuition on Chinese and Maths, simple Primary2 stuff. PSLE marking days for a week so my brother was teaching my niece also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116109553186334959?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116109553186334959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116109553186334959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116109553186334959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116109553186334959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-oh-too-i-am-over-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116100738550893415</id><published>2006-10-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:03:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three oh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance is on Channel 5 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.A.C.K. and a few of GRD(WeiQi, Jiaxi+bro, Janice and Audry) went to East Coast Park on Sunday! =D. We met at a early 7.30am, then ate breakfast in Mac. Took MRT to Bedok then some bus, unknown number, to unknown block and walked a little to ECP. Rent a bicycle. Flew over my bike and got amazing scars on the area around my wrists and thumbs. Thus, i am typing faster then before.&lt;br /&gt;KWE was moving too slowly and i thought she was going to ride faster. Crashed and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked like almost half of East Coast to some hawker centre for lunch and JiaXi's bro, unknown name, was irritated with us singing band songs. =X. Walked for like.. one hour plus? Haha hao li hai=D&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we cycled again, rented a two person de bike and i couldn't steer. Lol. Raced! Haha. Clarish and Joyce were rollerblading and following us from behind. Clarish almost tore my bag apart. Joyce is a bad jockey=D&lt;br /&gt;We love speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Auntie's house later for dinner and my dad was telling me about safety distance and stuff. You can't blame him actually, he tests people on driving and fails most of the people. =X.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my Aunt's birthday=D&lt;br /&gt;Church later!&lt;br /&gt;Then went home=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYISAMONDAY~!&lt;br /&gt;Got back two of our results today.&lt;br /&gt;Felt empty-ness in the morning, no reason why. Blame my period for the mood swings. =(. I got an eighty-one for Maths. E-I-G-H-T-Y O-N-E. 81. OMG LA. XD!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was way below, i got this 3 marks below 65, which means that i can't take HMT next year. =(.&lt;br /&gt;Those who ain't happy- forget about this. Enjoy the two months and two weeks holiday~! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monitor screen sort of like siao le, so my dad went to get a new flat screen monitor! =D. Everything seems to be of a bigger size, clearer, but i feel dizzy looking at it=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asking around for an extra pad in class. =X.&lt;br /&gt;Band performed for the school cultural performance for the Thailand people, played the two songs-sock hop and pirates. Okay lor. We got to skip Liam's lesson, it was inpromptu(impromtu)  speech. Bleh. Boring. She said something about returning our English results tomorrow. Hope she remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly me to the moon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me sing among those stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On jupiter and mars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby kiss me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me sing for ever more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are all I long for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this song! =D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116100738550893415?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116100738550893415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116100738550893415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116100738550893415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116100738550893415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-oh-one.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116083676243611856</id><published>2006-10-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:39:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dashboardthreehundred~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band promotion on Friday and band practice in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 7am, we had to finish up on the preparations for the performance for our seniors. Only Alicia, Shirin, YuHui, WeiLun and Fanwei came early. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards was the promotion stuff. My feet were burning from friction le and MrsOng still chose to give us some talk on leadership before our promotion. Got the lowest rank together with the rest of the sec2s. I am happy already. =D. Trombone section had a talk during lunch with seniors, Michelle, ShuQin and SooMin. Will miss them, we will.&lt;br /&gt;Practice later was plain boring, sat between FanWei and Alicia. DongHui's slide kept knocking people's head. Played &lt;em&gt;pirates&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; sock hop&lt;/em&gt;, for our performance for the Thailand people coming on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie at night, with my family and Addie. I don't remember the name of the movie=X. Funny movie, that GuTianLe and ChenLong saving a baby. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the boring-est person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I own a park, he owns a park. &lt;em&gt;Our&lt;/em&gt; park. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go jam le~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116083676243611856?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116083676243611856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116083676243611856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116083676243611856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116083676243611856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/dashboardthreehundred-band-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116066394464789597</id><published>2006-10-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:39:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twoooeiigghttniiiinnnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger was down just now, so went o2jamming. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wrecked the piano and figured out the notes for the Willy Wonka's song just now.&lt;br /&gt;Band tomorrow, and it's rather late le. Gotta sleep to remove the rings below my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Packing the stuff for tomorrow, and tug my trombone out to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Brush my teeth then say good night.&lt;br /&gt;=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116066394464789597?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116066394464789597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116066394464789597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116066394464789597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116066394464789597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/twoooeiigghttniiiinnnee.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116058031407188608</id><published>2006-10-11T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:25:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dashboard two hundred and eighty eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper update. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a haircut yesterday with my mama at Plaza Sing. I look like a retard or an overgrown kid. Last time was too mature, now is too girly. Argh. =(. Hope my fringe grows quickly. Clarish and Joyce joined my family for dinner yesterday.=D. Aunty couldn't, well she's too filial to leave MeiKheng and grandmama alone for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went iceskating today! Or rather, swimming. The ring was wet and slippery, like at least 5cm of melted ice on the surface. There were too many people so we didn't dare to speed more. I find those people who held hands in a group of 5 of more people and block the whole side of the ring very annonying. Played tag in the ring, my feet were turning numb under the tight skates and knees were broken. BWAH! I was pushed to the ice a couple of times by people who either a)block the way by moving very slowly and suddenly come to a stop, or, b)people losing balance and pulling me down, haiz.  Haha. Misfortunates.&lt;br /&gt;Should have wore long pants. I was about to maintain my no-fall-record! Whahahhahawahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Iceskating was crap boring, i was looking forward to speeding with Joyce de=( Too many people, too much water. Was freezing, purple lips.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch at 4, then went home early since i had dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dentist changed spectacles again! The receptionist is new, blur blur de. My brother went to have a tooth extraction. (Apparantly, he tried to chew on something very, very hard and his baby tooth broke, He swallowed it and realised it was teeth fragments.) He has a red gauze between his teeth. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakult Aunty will visit me on the 15th. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116058031407188608?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116058031407188608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116058031407188608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116058031407188608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116058031407188608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/dashboard-two-hundred-and-eighty-eight_11.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116029486091067016</id><published>2006-10-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:07:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh,ohtwohundredandeightyseven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze cleared le! I can finally see the trees outside and no more hallucinations about burning smell.&lt;br /&gt;Mid Autumn was this Friday. Can't people see it's already so hazy? Burn more lanterns and candles and set fire to anything flammable. Haha, the free lantern i got from the school celebration collected a layer of dust after i left it near an open window a few days ago. Dust and smoke particles. =(. Promoting deforestation is already a dumb thing to do, the Indonesian farmers insists on burning. Yes, to hell to hell. Hang/chop/electricution/jail/torture them.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahawahawahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad knows wikipedia!! He knows! Which is surprising enough although he reads news through the internet.  He went searching for 'potential difference' after seeing the notes i printed, and saved a whole load of information for me. How nice. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116029486091067016?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116029486091067016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116029486091067016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116029486091067016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116029486091067016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/blehohtwohundredandeightyseven.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-116022581003320603</id><published>2006-10-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:56:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post twoeightsix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze. Grr, zzzz. I feel sleepy and lazy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Was coughing non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorising Physics. That potential difference and e.m.f. thing which &lt;em&gt;thisisthemoon&lt;/em&gt; didn't teach la. Thanks Clarish for posting the notes on &lt;a href="http://we-rebel.blogspot.com/"&gt;class blog&lt;/a&gt;. Shall ask MsNg tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO JAM!!&lt;br /&gt;Go study le~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-116022581003320603?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/116022581003320603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=116022581003320603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116022581003320603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/116022581003320603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-twoeightsix.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115984743420932789</id><published>2006-10-03T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:59:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post twoeightfive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's computer enrichment now and we are allowed to do our own things since we finished the webpage thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie do shutup=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutupped le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Tuesday. HMT paper was yesterday, i found myself relatively relaxed throughout the whole paper, maybe just a little too tired. Was yawning and yawning for whole two hours of Paper 1 in the morning, the haze outside made me dizzy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Haze is a suspension of dust and smoke particles resulting in poor vision with relation to how far or how clearly we can see.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAH!!! Sorry, pre-exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;Paper1 was something containing the word ohmygodwhatthehelldoyouwantmetowriteabout and as predicted, i planned in English. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Paper2 was a little better, with me having not enough lines for my answers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chinese is over. WAAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was memorising ways to prepare salts during the morning when no teacher came into the class, severly brain damage. Raining heavily just now, but it ended quite abruptly during recess. They were like, telling ghost stories and stuff before recess. Form class period fom 10.10 to 11.10pm, and Liam gave us impromptu speech. Claris's damn unlucky, but Joyce had to speak for the first round.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me and KWE's turn later. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;You know, Liam minused two marks off TaoYuan's marks on something and was telling her to &lt;em&gt;turn over a new leaf &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;i am giving you a chance to behave yourself or you won't get your marks back.&lt;/em&gt; Damn, all she did was talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am skipping school tomorrow, i think. Since going to school is a total waste of time and it would be better if we can stay at home and study all day without being under control. Getting a MC from the doctor later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Bochao skipped school today, and smsing me from home telling me that she is also studying for chem. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit heck, we are planning of what to do after the exams before the exams start. Maybe for motivation. One week, one week. One week is seven days. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceskating and tag in the ring! XD!&lt;br /&gt;Cycling and rollerblading in East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;Fly kite and swim!&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at my home!&lt;br /&gt;02JAM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jamming with The Dumbed~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. The keyboard gave me 'I'  for 'C' and 'O' for 'R'. Shen jing bing.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post in Microsoft word now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Geog.&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Science&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't post le. Go play neopets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115984743420932789?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115984743420932789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115984743420932789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115984743420932789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115984743420932789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-twoeightfive.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115970758516935233</id><published>2006-10-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:26:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st October 2006-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a parody of sane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Chinese paper 1&amp;amp;2. I am.. nervous. The topics might turn out nasty and i have to resort to plotting mindmaps in English again. Then i'll take express Chinese instead of HMT, and return to learning ciyu for tianxiehanzi, which is what i dread.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: bring dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Science at 12pm, then Chinese at 3pm. MsNg gave me sec4 chemical analysis for Chem. Bwahh. LeeNa LaoShi gave me dark chocolate for Children's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare, I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me.-SimplePlan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST A KID AND I DEMAND FOR MY PRESENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;-burst tears and roll on the floor. or follow Labixiaoxin and pull your mother's dress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the picture, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Be childish, just today. =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115970758516935233?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115970758516935233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115970758516935233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115970758516935233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115970758516935233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/10/1st-october-2006-im-parody-of-sane.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115960155049688965</id><published>2006-09-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:32:30.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empoldering refers to the creation of polders.&lt;br /&gt;Polders refers to low-lying areas recovered from waters by drainage and dikes.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore uses the landfill method.&lt;br /&gt;Terracing is an inexpensive way of increasing arable land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Chee Wee is.. trying to murder me.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was easier than expected. Chinese on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Missed theory this morning by waking at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Maths was changed to yesterday at 6pm, combined with another class. Got 74/100 for mock test.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped English since i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go jam le~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115960155049688965?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115960155049688965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115960155049688965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115960155049688965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115960155049688965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/empoldering-refers-to-creation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115932073599244003</id><published>2006-09-27T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:32:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahah. Jamie stop laughing, stop playing neopets. Stop ehing.&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English tomorrow. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115932073599244003?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115932073599244003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115932073599244003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115932073599244003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115932073599244003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/wahah.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115910127390660367</id><published>2006-09-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:34:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a disaster if you leave your emails lying in your mailbox, unread.&lt;br /&gt;First you get overwhelmed by idiotic emails send by the same few people, seemingly expecting me to be able to read html code.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's junk mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day=(&lt;br /&gt;Papers for Science today, and reading of some O level notes for Chinese. The sec3 guy i saw yesterday after tuition came for Chinese today=X Coincidently, he goes for Maths tuition at &lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt; and Chinese tuition at my Chinese tuition teacher's house. So.. bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school. You know, i don't really see the point  going to school these few days, like asking us to read and do homework when we are drained and sweaty. Homework periods aren't useful actually, school should end earlier, then we can have an hour more to do things the way we want, instead of following rigid school schedules. =(.&lt;br /&gt;Part of Friday's celebration was showing what the new Bukit Panjnag govt. high will look like, the plan view and new facilities.&lt;br /&gt;Auditorium, sports hall, air-con, new blocks, 5 storey-high.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a 2.5 million in cash, needed, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;They've made the whole idea of the celebration seems like a &lt;em&gt;charity show&lt;/em&gt;, asking us to donate while students sang on stage and the DJ strummed his guitar, including the invitation of the Mediacorp artist.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to crush the piece of paper saying 'donate to the school' before KWE took it and folded a heart. Like bwahh, &lt;strong&gt;we can't even use the facilities&lt;/strong&gt; after two years, since we've graduated by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to post about le.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go jam now, don't wanna lose to Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA!!! =D! No la. I should stick to my schedule and finish the 8 topics of Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. It's not a sin to play, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love green beans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115910127390660367?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115910127390660367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115910127390660367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115910127390660367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115910127390660367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-disaster-if-you-leave-your-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115900805518752947</id><published>2006-09-23T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:40:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am amazed. Go to the class tagboard and notice how motivated everybody sounds. Tag and 02jam are baits, pull them&lt;em&gt; up&lt;/em&gt; the line.&lt;br /&gt;205 can jam together after the exams!&lt;br /&gt;But that's after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that exams haven't even started seems so.. unreal. Unreal and drifting days that go by damn quickly. We started memorising since two weeks ago, and two weeks after exams will end and the clever ones will go 3Ts and we'll either go 3Ps or 3Ls. In other words, we'll go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;No more 205.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder, the class isn't really close; we are always the bottom sinkage for all inter-class competitions, be it cheering comp or food delight. But there'll always be fond memories like how we tortured teachers by _fill_in_the_blanks__.&lt;br /&gt;205's craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happened and passed last week. Science SPA, HomeEcons, Mid Autumn Festival celebration, lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was busy, HomeEcons was first. Choc cake, chicken wings, fruit salad, mi fen and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was SPA, Science Practical Assessment. I screwed the whole measuring thing by changing the 1.00m to 0.5m and others is ratio stuff, since i forgot that i can hang the string over the table.&lt;br /&gt;So the whole chart i've drawn was wrong. 20% of CA's gone!&lt;br /&gt;I hate pendulum bobs=(.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIXED THE TOILET BOWL ON FRIDAY! WAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the nude and added water to the inside of the toilet bowl where the flushing buttons were since it was noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Then it shutted uped, woah. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Zhong Qiu Jie in school later. Okay lor. The singing competition was interesting, excluding the out-of-tunes and wrong choice of songs. SiYing(Joyce's senior) was natural on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Tweety bird too!&lt;br /&gt;There were out-of-tuned harmonies. Take harmony lessons, won't they=D&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward sitting beside Vivien while she talks to Demas. I find their body language weird when they talk. Haha, i like observing people.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11pm, then studied till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Green beans! moinkz=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory lesson this morning, harmonies again, but on vocals now. Aldrin was asked to sing middle C for the class.&lt;br /&gt;Tuitions in the afternoon, Maths and English paper2s. Have two compositions to write, and 7 geography lessons to memorise, followed by 3 Chinese chapters for test tomorrow. I need a break=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go bathe. Hope the toilet bowl's quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115900805518752947?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115900805518752947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115900805518752947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115900805518752947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115900805518752947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-amazed.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115849160934308199</id><published>2006-09-17T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:13:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll go around tagging 'ni hao' on everyone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll be forgotten in my room studying for the next 5 hours till 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha=D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115849160934308199?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115849160934308199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115849160934308199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115849160934308199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115849160934308199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-go-around-tagging-ni-hao-on.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115840413431646557</id><published>2006-09-16T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:55:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27 emails=(.&lt;br /&gt;I've just laughed about my brother's joke about beanbean getting squashed by the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Bean's still around, mind you. It's a joke=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was miracle, i wasn't pulled out for the first time! PP(short for poodly) loved my hair, &lt;em&gt;you're much neater now and you look better&lt;/em&gt;. She said that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone was model student on Monday.(JunTao's wears soccer socks to school every single day.) Everything changed after Monday.&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe. &lt;strong&gt;Hair to socks&lt;/strong&gt;, back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;First few days was more of classes then collecting holiday homework then let us do our own things, with Jenny Wee absent and ShuiJingBao to teach and MrTay returning from the US on Monday then having jet-lagged and not coming to school for the days when we have Maths lesson. Haha, we've only seen him once on Friday. Why must all the nice teachers be absent and the unpleasant ones come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrsOng and a few other teacher came to 'inspect' the band on Thursday, then we played Sock Hop, Pirates and Fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's lunch was with three of them with Jiamin and Cheryl. Jiamin was going crazy over the guy sitting a few seats away from her, Shawn Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Is that how his name is spelt?&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. A hundred girls like him.&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about him=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce dropped the lime then the gravy splashed and Claris had an even yellowish(red+green=yellow!) shirt. Lmao. Got to NTUC and be aunties, searching for halal ham and pre-mix for cakes. Joyce needed halal ham for some burger.&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, i made cake on Friday with Addie! Cause i went to my AhMa's house with my parents and i got cream from the cakeshop. The cake looked real=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course it's real, it's a cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, then rushed for theory. Was 15minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Did on harmonies and blar blar blar, i was still dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to tuition and was 20minutes late. WenRui was half hour late, wahaha! We did Paper 1 for Maths and compre for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From just now till now, i couldn't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was&lt;br /&gt;REPAIR YOUR HP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro bought KFC back.&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115840413431646557?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115840413431646557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115840413431646557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115840413431646557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115840413431646557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/27-emails_16.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115840413301318024</id><published>2006-09-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:55:33.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27 emails=(.&lt;br /&gt;I've just laughed about my brother's joke about beanbean getting squashed by the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Bean's still around, mind you. It's a joke=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was miracle, i wasn't pulled out for the first time! PP(short for poodly) loved my hair, &lt;em&gt;you're much neater now and you look better&lt;/em&gt;. She said that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone was model student on Monday.(JunTao's wears soccer socks to school every single day.) Everything changed after Monday.&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe. &lt;strong&gt;Hair to socks&lt;/strong&gt;, back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;First few days was more of classes then collecting holiday homework then let us do our own things, with Jenny Wee absent and ShuiJingBao to teach and MrTay returning from the US on Monday then having jet-lagged and not coming to school for the days when we have Maths lesson. Haha, we've only seen him once on Friday. Why must all the nice teachers be absent and the unpleasant ones come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrsOng and a few other teacher came to 'inspect' the band on Thursday, then we played Sock Hop, Pirates and Fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's lunch was with three of them with Jiamin and Cheryl. Jiamin was going crazy over the guy sitting a few seats away from her, Shawn Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Is that how his name is spelt?&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. A hundred girls like him.&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about him=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce dropped the lime then the gravy splashed and Claris had an even yellowish(red+green=yellow!) shirt. Lmao. Got to NTUC and be aunties, searching for halal ham and pre-mix for cakes. Joyce needed halal ham for some burger.&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, i made cake on Friday with Addie! Cause i went to my AhMa's house with my parents and i got cream from the cakeshop. The cake looked real=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course it's real, it's a cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, then rushed for theory. Was 15minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Did on harmonies and blar blar blar, i was still dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to tuition and was 20minutes late. WenRui was half hour late, wahaha! We did Paper 1 for Maths and compre for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From just now till now, i couldn't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was&lt;br /&gt;REPAIR YOUR HP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro bought KFC back.&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115840413301318024?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115840413301318024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115840413301318024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115840413301318024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115840413301318024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/27-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115821931965576110</id><published>2006-09-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:35:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tessallation is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrThis passed us a skectch of a unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;Looks more like sweet corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoChao's laughing like a mad corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drew some outline for the corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band's later, going for band after tessallation, at 4pm. It's raining and i brought my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post, wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse the Geometer's Skectchpad. I drew my unicorn and it redo eveyrhting by itself. My unicorn is gone=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115821931965576110?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115821931965576110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115821931965576110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115821931965576110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115821931965576110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/tessallation-is-such-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115811054122842535</id><published>2006-09-13T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:22:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder why TYs so amazed by animation=D&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging, wasn't allowed to use com. EOY is in two weeks time=(&lt;br /&gt;IT now, the server's down so we are allowed to do our own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hair ain't bad, still look the same. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir was so cute yesterday! He asked us to do some actions for our performance when the IMF people visit our school on some unknown date. Trombone was so wei fong! Wahaha=D We were standing and playing the main melody while others did the actions SiYing and partner suggested. We didn't play Pirates though.&lt;br /&gt;After band, Trombonists stayed back to arranged the chairs! Clumsily carried chairs to some forgotten class. Almost locked FanWei inside=_=&lt;br /&gt;Then HuaHui commanded us for marching down to Band room, wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's band later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to post,&lt;br /&gt;Jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115811054122842535?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115811054122842535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115811054122842535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115811054122842535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115811054122842535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wonder-why-tys-so-amazed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115789806107111536</id><published>2006-09-10T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:21:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S 9 HOURS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;No more late mornings lazing around, no more revising as there'll be homework, no more free days when i can slam the piano.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Super longs socks, stockings if you want to accompany Claris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Handphones in bags, classrooms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) No fringe. Wahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Black or red hair band, tied the Liam way so she'll like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Long skirts till your ankles, err i mean like a palm below your knees, &lt;em&gt;go sec1!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Cut nails, without the yellowishness and dirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Tucked in blouse, swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of them cut their hair. Tooty Toots claimed they look ugly, Aunty was said to look better than the past. Monday, monday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I will cut my hair at the end of the year. Real short. Till the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made chocolate cake just now! I meant the real one, not toilet business. Bwah, haha. Some pre-made chocolate coco thing then add eggs and milk then switch on the stirring machine, ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115789806107111536?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115789806107111536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115789806107111536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115789806107111536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115789806107111536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/schools-9-hours-later.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115781021158030373</id><published>2006-09-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:56:51.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturdays. Haven't done much, a little of Maths and some of HomeEcons.&lt;br /&gt;Theory for HomeEcons, like what vitamin blar blar and minerals blar blar. You know, i have to study, or i will be famous overnight with MrsChiang nagging at her students from other classes telling them my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story about hating the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green thing&lt;/span&gt; and not bringing plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should learn about environmental conservation,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;LimCheeWee&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;can help.&lt;br /&gt;Does she know that the usage of plastic bags for HomeEcons contribute &lt;em&gt;indirectly &lt;/em&gt;to the amount of waste we produce, then landfills will be at shortage, and burning of plastics releases idon'tknowwhatchemical into the air, which increases the probability of an acid rain, MrTay can teach her Probability, and then the houses will be affected, statues will melt; &lt;/strike&gt;worst&lt;/strike&gt; of all, the school will close down, we will not need to go school, no more HomeEcons lessons!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh. Bring a whole load of plastic bags next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental this morning, my dentist has nice orange specs! Haha. He placed some rubberband thingy, pulling my teeth, telling me about how to remove it and stuff, and not to open my mouth too widely or the rubberband will break.&lt;br /&gt;It broke 4 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;Tution after dental, some algebra revision, then analysed some ways to freeze time in a compo durig English. Sidney Sheldon know too well=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i have to sleep with rubberbands in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will swallow it and choke. And burning of my body requires more fossil fuels, then there'll be acid rain. Resulting in no school, no lessons, no more HomeEcons, no more poodly poodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Geography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115781021158030373?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115781021158030373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115781021158030373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115781021158030373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115781021158030373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115772519687246530</id><published>2006-09-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:22:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Add dynamics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What, dynamics?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll tell the world&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:5;"&gt; i want you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:5;"&gt; shutup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Me?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You do it then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about brackets with volume indications?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... (screams) and (speak like jay chou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!! THAT'S IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you call jon an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was freaking dissappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia are you sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainless question. Of course she WAS sad. Go for two days of band practices and later to be told that she isn't joining the performance tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I faked a smile, try to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like kicking the wall and swear.&lt;br /&gt;I was among the few trombonists to know that we weren't chosen, cause Sir said we ' a few didn't know how to play' so HuaHui picked out a few.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and I happened to be included. But, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;We played. We learnt. We know how.&lt;br /&gt;GDI.&lt;br /&gt;So, Yakult Aunty, you know why now?&lt;br /&gt;BWAAAAHHHH, haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went my Ah Ma's house later on, i wanted to rant it to her. Even though she don't understand some English terms i spoke, she wouldn't care, smile back and make me feel so much better. Rattata's grandma cooks nice noodles for her when she has cramps, my ah ma cooks soup when i felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Ah Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Jin San Shun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend my day the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what i like,&lt;br /&gt;i like what i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115772519687246530?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115772519687246530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115772519687246530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115772519687246530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115772519687246530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/add-dynamics.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115763456711323604</id><published>2006-09-07T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:09:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i shouldn't be posting. I have &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do!&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i have &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;But i am so sick of burying my head(i am wartortle. imagine.) under books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today was better than expected, although the bad thing was that trombonists had to sit at the back row below a few aircons and FanWei was freezing to ice le. Wahahahaha. Freezing, while we play band comp songs. I can play Pirates! Sock Hop is nice.&lt;br /&gt;-Performance's this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;HuaHui cut her hair, she looks nice! Haha. Passed dumb rhythms down the chairs to the 1st trombones, HuiMin, WanTing and WeiLun, when Daniel was answering phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;FanWei's and Alicia's saliva were all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine ended up on my file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours of band in the music room left me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, Yakult Aunty and I went doing ERIL after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote and wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Joyce can read my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;No interest does not mean you can't try.&lt;br /&gt;No interest means that you don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes for a moment and hope the clock would stop ticking. But, no. Time passess too quickly. These few days had been a blur, just a passing whirl of nothingness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115763456711323604?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115763456711323604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115763456711323604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115763456711323604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115763456711323604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115754660965607713</id><published>2006-09-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:43:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;as taken from MSN:&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;BASS STOP DREAMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-huh?(rubs eyes)okay.-&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;ONE TWWOOO THRRREE, GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-silence-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OI?! STOP DREAMING LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-bassist continue staring at some place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;-drummer aimed his sticks. target: bassist's head.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-sian ah. okay can start liao.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ONE TWWWOOOO THREE GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-silence-&lt;/em&gt;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion- Aldrin needs more sleep. Timt needs anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's band, morn till afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Finished all Maths books today. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My neck's breaking, back is aching.&lt;br /&gt;BWAAAAHHHHHHHHH.=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115754660965607713?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115754660965607713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115754660965607713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115754660965607713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115754660965607713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-taken-from-msn-bass-stop-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115746184686739097</id><published>2006-09-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:20:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cramped everything in and finished Chinese and Physics powerpoints, Chinese zuo wen and all Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Turtles are real popular now. Even better than rats or snorlax.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin, aka crocodile hunter died, that damn stingray pierced his heart during fliming for his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Crocodile Hunters, like for once and the crocodiles were ewww so i dodn't watch it anymore. It's rather saddening, so i placed that (tu) in my nick, in memory of Steve Irwin. But i was thinking, what has turtles got to do with crocodiles?&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;-ZhengJie dino papa just asked me to place a rose emoticon before the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;What has roses got to do with crocodiles again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN should include crocodiles and stingrays emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY HP.&lt;br /&gt;GRAWHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I am missing him already. =(.&lt;br /&gt;GRAWHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115746184686739097?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115746184686739097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115746184686739097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115746184686739097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115746184686739097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cramped-everything-in-and-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115737521573281719</id><published>2006-09-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:10:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turtles everywhere in memory of..what's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New specs makes me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;A new pair of half framed specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with section(b) of the 2005 Maths paper, and ta-da Maths is done. Some questions i couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then i will do assessments, Maths and Chinese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish my Science and Chinese powerpont slides; on sound and some Chinese chapter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorise Chemistry and Biology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Physics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes for Geography, LimCheeWee don't teach much by the way. All he does is give us answers for workbook excercises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause as Doctor has said, we're left with 24-1=23 days before End Of Year.&lt;br /&gt;Damn=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115737521573281719?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115737521573281719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115737521573281719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115737521573281719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115737521573281719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/turtles-everywhere-in-memory-of.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115729407223217042</id><published>2006-09-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:34:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS SO MISERABLE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sms-i don't even know where is my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you all have to call my home number, unless you want to talk to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Clarish had just reminded me that End Of Year is..28 days away. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly 4 days left to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115729407223217042?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115729407223217042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115729407223217042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115729407223217042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115729407223217042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-so-miserable-la.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115720995995754501</id><published>2006-09-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:07:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Unlikely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;A tonguetied tied tongue.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home from travel agencies; my family and another family we met when we went Aust few years back. They were checking prices, comparing places and days and stuff, days off and whether it was going to be autumn or winter. Leaves or snow.&lt;br /&gt;We chose snow, i've never been to anywhere snowing except for Snow City. And that time when it was some stranger's birthday in the skating ring. Wahaha=D&lt;br /&gt;We are flying to China the month before.&lt;br /&gt;Korea on 1st december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is wet, just bathed.&lt;br /&gt;The floor is slippery, my hair dripped water.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, will dry by tomorrow. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are sleeping soon, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find where my dad kept my hp le!&lt;br /&gt;I hacked my own computer, i found where my bro hid my worksheets, i found the little needle i dropped, i found the ringing telephone admist the sheets of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Give me 1hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115720995995754501?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115720995995754501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115720995995754501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115720995995754501'/><link rel='self' 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to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;My dad confiscated my hp.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;I started doing Maths.&lt;br /&gt;I almost threw my worksheets downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I almost slipped the cactus out from the pot.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my pen a hundred times until it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;I crushed the wrong sheet of paper and it was Sock Hop Tonight's score.&lt;br /&gt;I found my hp in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at my father's intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt absolutely mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued scribbling on my Maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tear the answer sheet.&lt;br /&gt;I went through band scores.&lt;br /&gt;I looked for lyrics to occupy myself with.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad returned home and kept my hp somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I will find it later when they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll return it back there in the mornings before they wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilliant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will wait, I will wait,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115712178042222869?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115712178042222869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115712178042222869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115712178042222869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115712178042222869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-curse-those-who-send-me-junk-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115690067737708019</id><published>2006-08-30T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:17:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.T. now!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's asking fo retakes, taking pictures to put on that webpage thingy.&lt;br /&gt;There is band today after school, since tomorrow is celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115690067737708019?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115690067737708019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115690067737708019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115690067737708019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115690067737708019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115668980292589475</id><published>2006-08-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:43:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class tests next week=(&lt;br /&gt;Maths and Chinese next week. I've just finished that Yuwenlianbi on the deproving Chinese language in television programmes.&lt;br /&gt;Rather boring. Read chiyuschouche on the first chapter among the three we are going to be tested. Maybe tomorrow=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went Grandma's house for a family dinner, there was crab and homemade bread. Elsa Aunt made the nice ham bread!=D. I ate only bread and crab, haha. Addie bought a new glow in the dark clock which changes colour and measures temperature! What's that thermometer &lt;em&gt;thisisthemoon&lt;/em&gt; mentioned which changes colour when temperatue changes=X So we placed it in the freezer compartment, it measured a 22.5 degreeC!&lt;br /&gt;Watched LaBiXiaoXin, then went home le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the phone yesterday; Aldrin was damn bored ma. I mentioned about how fcuked up i felt, haha don't know why. &lt;span &gt;My insecurity and jealousy, maybe just surfacing because of not communicating with somebody who's so busy to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moron! Some people won't miss the water until it's gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move along, move along like i know ya do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sure do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Switches off handphone.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115668980292589475?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115668980292589475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115668980292589475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115668980292589475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115668980292589475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/class-tests-next-week-maths-and.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115658668398544242</id><published>2006-08-26T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:20:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clarify myself. Alot. Please, i am not even trying to do anything. I have my freedom of speech and please think, i have no other reason to spoil your friendship with others. What i had posted were my thoughts and what i feel; hope you won't see it as criticism. You know what you have said about your friend. People know too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDI=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. It'sasaturdayandiamlazingaroundinsteadofdoinghomework. The day was so short, started at 10am with me lying in bed. My parents brought my brother to the hospital for an x-ray to see if he'd fractured his bone around the leg, i don't know where, and they left rather early in the morning. Maths and English as usual in the afternoon, did on Venn Diagrams for Maths and comprehension passages for English. Doodled on Nick's new eraser with red marker, haha and knocked my head loudly for leaning backwards. WenRui was working crazily like a human calculator. Lmao=D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral. It went oka-yly, i almost got LiangLao but ZhengJie went first=(&lt;br /&gt;ShuiJingBao(or also known as the teacher who taught us the lesson on Shui3 Jing3 Bao1) was nearest to the classroom and followed by some other teachers lined behind outside each classroom with a chair infront.&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous but i spoke with little hesitation later. I got this China teacher, not so friendly and not so strict. The conversation topic was if i feel that Singaporean kids are alike to the iforgotwhatname plant in greenhouses, getting too pampered and not knowing what being independent means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The list of scary coincidences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I mentioned something about having a haircut last year and crapping with KWE about haircuts and stuff outside the hall before we were told to enter the hall and get prepared for oral.&lt;br /&gt;The topic for oral was getting a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;2) I was about to send a message to Joyce telling her to bring her recipe for the Oreo cake when KWE called me to go online and search for it on the Kraft's Kitchens website.&lt;br /&gt;3) It's always me wanting to sms somebody then receiving it a few seconds before immediately.&lt;br /&gt;4) QuanGan broke her head on the same day as when my brother sprained his ankle.&lt;br /&gt;5) This year's English oral was about swimming. I dreamt about going to some swimming complex after band for no reason the night before.&lt;br /&gt;6) About how people say the same thing at the same time. Telepathy huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115658668398544242?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115658668398544242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115658668398544242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115658668398544242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115658668398544242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-to-clarify-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115648926596328025</id><published>2006-08-25T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T15:01:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad day. Real bad day.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started at 4.30m. I woke up in cold sweat, i fell asleep while reading Chinese textbook. Haha, i actually slept without brushing my teeth last night. These few weeks had been so tiring, boring. The amount of homework and revision needing to be done is killing me=( Went back to sleep after waking up at that so unlikely time to do anything, then woke at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would be a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another day. Home Econs happen to take up the first two hours of this dammit day. I was hoping MrsChiangf wouldn't rant into our ears again, telling us about her daughters wanting to apply to be educators, teachers, and her Basketball Boys making her cry and stuff. She repeats them all the time, like please.&lt;br /&gt;Today was no exception. I was late for lesson, everybody was seated before i got in, and MrsChiang was already looking pissed with the class. I felt like an idiot walking into the class at that point, without the textbook and her so-wanted, it's-a-must-to-bring plastic bag. She gave me her i don't welcome you here at all look, then i sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then the bad day continued. She ranted at me for not bringing the school organizer, the plastic bag and the textbook. All i brought was the tupperware, plus the apron set stuffed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for hygeine purposes can you please don't put everything inside the tupperware?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attitude problem. what matters alot is your attitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am going to minus ten marks off your progress report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the school values&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you really have attitude problem ah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cannot do cooking today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next 1 hour scribbling over the workbook and crapping with TanWK and ZhiYi, they were punished cause they didn't hand up the bag thing on time.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours weren't near better. MrsLiam ranted about me drawing on the comprehension worksheet. She didn't give me detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; i drew a pokemon &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was on Set and that Notation sutff. Some sec3 topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had early lunch at 12.40pm, after Maths, cause we were scheduled at 1pm for Oral Exam. English first before Tessallation shop, then Chinese Oral later. English oral went rather smoothly; just glad that the old old teacher wasn't amazed by the braces in my mouth and how &lt;em&gt;fluently&lt;/em&gt; i spoke. I stopped now and then, i couldn't think of any situation whereby&lt;em&gt; i wanted to tell somebody something but i didn't, &lt;/em&gt;so i made up a very typical composition story about witnessing somebody leaving her wallet in the bus then returning it.&lt;br /&gt;Call it the lu bu shi yi jing shen.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drew a weird shape for Maths Tessallation workshop, the shape was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;As ruined as how the day was. And how ruined it will be later. I translated the original shape, then it overlapped and the colour changed. Ignorance worked, i just continued translating it and marking vectior, then the instructor saw mine and stuck a thumbdrive in to save my work.&lt;br /&gt;He liked my ugly tessalltion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nervous for Chinese Oral later, hope the teacher has big ears to make out the words between my stammers.&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes break now; KWE playing some MetalSlug on MoFunZone and Clarish reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about alot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115648926596328025?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115648926596328025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115648926596328025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115648926596328025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115648926596328025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115621988432168498</id><published>2006-08-22T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:11:24.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's IT lesson now, hyperlinked the stuff for my&lt;em&gt; own personal webp&lt;/em&gt;age.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SO benx danzzxsxsxssz LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's band today, haiz. Think we are gonna do concert, to practice for the few public performances. Not enough sleep and muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days to weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Band on Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the darn workshop on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;=(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115621988432168498?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115621988432168498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115621988432168498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115621988432168498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115621988432168498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-it-lesson-now-hyperlinked-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115608483688541255</id><published>2006-08-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:40:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, ni hao. It was another day in Science Centre, being volunteers, doing the same things like yesterday; the&lt;em&gt; twirlers&lt;/em&gt; and games booth.&lt;br /&gt;CIP hours are easy to get, and the fun thing is that you meet different people. Like that time when we held tin cans around and ask people for donation to the Children's Cancer Foundation or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, this post is turning into self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this group with KWE, TootyToots together(Joyce+Clarish), Bochao and Cheryl. We got this volunteer tag, and wearing it feels so good! It isn't just a card with volunteer printed on it, to tell people that you are a volunteer and not some student, but it allows us to roam the Science Centre in and out, whenever and wherever we want!&lt;br /&gt;Haha=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating things happened, like how i see real life examples of rude parents and their spoilt brat or brats. Today and also yesterday, we set up a colouring booth for kids to colour some paper, most of them will get the twirler from your hands, then walk away.&lt;br /&gt;No smile, no thank yous.&lt;br /&gt;According to the KWE and XL survey, the ratio of people saying &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; to not saying &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; is 14 to 20.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are too young to even know what manners means, but some parents are annonying. Not including the fact that they speak such &lt;em&gt;English.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent- Meimei you wan to carler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the child walked over, stare at the place, then finally decided to sit down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent- ..you wan tu carler anot one, faster la. Dun waste time here, still got alot of place can see see. Dun come here to carler, at home got alot of crayon. Come here to carler is waste marniy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the child grabs a crayon out from the box, then removes the cap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent- Write name, meimei, draw die-no-saw also can.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the child scribbles an abstract art so magnificiently, the table changes from the original iforgotwhatcolour to the shade of colour of the crayon in the child's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My oh-so-clever brain- Thank you so much for painting the table, Meimei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent- Finish oready? Gimme now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the parent got the piece of abstract art from her precious brat, then passes it to me without even the slightest faint of smile.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My oh-so-clever brain- Damn you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i poked the straw thorugh the hole, then staple the bended straw onto the paper, while the parent look at me so impatiently.-&lt;br /&gt;-then, i gave it to the parent, smiling.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent- Meimei, let go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the precious yet so braty Meimei got off her chair and left without capping the marker.-&lt;br /&gt;-her parent held her hand, then walked off.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conclusion: Singapore kids are rude because their parents don't teach them how to say a mere two words, &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that was just the negative side about &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; rude people.&lt;br /&gt;There were some kids who know more than the mere two words; and of course, their parents look so much more decent and different from those rude parents.&lt;br /&gt;There was this Japanese family we met in the morning, the daughter was pretty, the son was cute. They didn't bow though, LOL, but they smiled and said this slang-ish &lt;em&gt;bye bye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How different=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP ended at 5plus, then 5 students in uniform and one &lt;em&gt;ahma&lt;/em&gt; went to WaterWorks. And changed, to class tee and PE shorts.&lt;br /&gt;We ran about the water maze, i was wet to the skin, haha!!! XD!&lt;br /&gt;We dried ourselves under the sun by sitting outside. Played &lt;em&gt;concentration&lt;/em&gt; and the forfeit was stupid=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went my AhMa's house for dinner; my uncle's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hapy birthday uncle=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school.&lt;br /&gt;There's an additional day of band practice on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Five days of school, three days of Band.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU are the one who is always too busy to even sms me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115608483688541255?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115608483688541255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115608483688541255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115608483688541255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115608483688541255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-ni-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115600133895566115</id><published>2006-08-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:59:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Science Centre will always be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the exhibits are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the afternoons there, doing volunteer work. CIP with them, the usual three, and an addition of Bochao and Cheryl. SiokMin went for some ArtWorkshop stuff and it's like compulsory. Richard Lim can be so demanding sometimes, telling us about the economy and stuff during class when it don't affect us yet.&lt;br /&gt;We met at usual place at the usual 10am, Clariishhhxsxsxzzzsx was late! Haha, she ran to Lot1 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to read Twit Language-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitionary.blogspot.com"&gt;www.twitionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre was like 20minutes, from CCK to Jurong, so we had plenty of time after we reached the iceskatingplace. We walked, by foot, of course lol, oftheobvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the Mac outside until near 11am, Cheryl was late. She came into the idon'tknowwhat'sthename hall after the person-in-charge explained to us about the boxes and instructed us about what to do. We got our boxes and ta-da!, we went.&lt;br /&gt;I was with KWE and Joyce, and Clariishhhxsxsxzzzsx with Bochao and Cheryl. We got this &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fit the pieces to form a pyramid thingy&lt;/span&gt;, some &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;animal and a car thingy&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bricks&lt;/span&gt; thingy, the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;try to unlock the pieces without using any force&lt;/span&gt; thingy, and the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;make the shape on the board&lt;/span&gt; thingy. All games. Haha. Not that brainless as the one during the Science Fair.&lt;br /&gt;We got our push cart near one of the staircases, pushed it somewhere, then set up the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go; kids stopped by to try the stuff and parents helped. The President's portrait beside our booth moved, i saw, felt shocked haha. I realized it was a screen and not a picture after all=D&lt;br /&gt;The prize for solving the game without any clues is a bookmark, it's dumb but amusing=D Like see the person cracking his skull to solve and then later you pass this thin piece of coloured bookmark and see that look on his face. Like LOL. =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at Mac, of course, they gave us a $5 vouchet to spend. Mac was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped and almost choked, Cheryl was the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;About her crush, about what she feels of somebody whom we find rather weird, about almost all the things we had been wondering about. -Remember the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------DELETED PART. I PREFER A FRIEND TO A FOE=D------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions were thrown everywhere, Clarishhhsssxsxszzds asked, then before Cheryl could answer Joyce would begin asking another, then KWE, while Bochao and i laughed about how silly it was.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no i feel like an aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did something different in the afternoon, we got chairs and tables and little kids were drawing all over the strips of paper. Then we punched a hole in the middle, put a straw through, at staple 2cm of the straw onto the paper. It's a twirler or something. There was this little boy, iforgothisname, he drew three slips of paper, i thought he was a spolit brat! HAHA, actually, one was for himself and the other two had 'i love mummy' and 'i love daddy' on it.&lt;br /&gt;It has been some time since i said that to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;A very long time,&lt;br /&gt;i didn''t even write&lt;em&gt; i love you&lt;/em&gt; on the cards i made for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarishhhhsssshhxxsxsxzzzsxszsx and Bochao came over, and we exchanged stupid little gifts! I drew this ahma-twirler for JIANG BO CHAO and KWE for Cheryl and Joyce for Clarish, and the other way too. Bochao drew this nice thingy with me; slanted hair to the left, short tie, short skirt AND SHORT LEGS, and bars on the other side of the paper. It works when you roll the straw at the bottom between youy hands, you will see the thing you have drawn behind bars. Go to jail. Damn you, Bochao=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up at 4.50pm and went back to the idon'knowwhat'sthename hall and returned the stuff, then got our bags from the lockers. Joyce changed the combination of the locker she shared with KWE, LOL. Then we went about Science Centre for awhile, Clariiissshhhxsxsxszzz needed to get home cause she had some bbq with her family. Looked around the gift shop at the entrance, haha kinda interesting=D Ate icecream ont he way back, then Joyce did something really funny.&lt;br /&gt;She thought she lost the thing Clarrriissshxsxsxszzz gave to her, with the ugl Pooher picture drawn on it. Then she looked around the area, there was nothing. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;We walked, they dare Joyce to jumped to the other side,over the water.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we saw the thing Joyce lost.&lt;br /&gt;The thing which has a straw stuck to it and two pieces of paper stapled onto the straw, one on each side.&lt;br /&gt;The thing was moving so slow on the water, drifting.. drifting, drifting.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she got a stick. The stick broke.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, she got another longer stick. The stick didn't break.&lt;br /&gt;But instead, she flipped the thing over, and it wasn't hers.&lt;br /&gt;It was some other picture instead of ugly Pooher, it was some flowers.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to Lot1, did stupid things on the train as expected. Silly games between childish people, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to my AhMa's house for dinner, fell asleep, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long post. I still want to post about my week. Maybe tomorrow ba, i am doing another day of volunteering tomorrow too. Then i will change my blogskin, put my tagboard back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let me switch off my handphone for the first time in six months.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i don't wanna sleep so little because of waiting for replies, when i already know that there wouldn't be any replies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115600133895566115?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115600133895566115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115600133895566115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115600133895566115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115600133895566115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/science-centre-will-always-be-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115588459070102988</id><published>2006-08-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:03:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SO ya, it's like Maths tessellation workshop now. Save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Saving Me-Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That teacher, or instructor, is like so uncle-ish. (Can Joyce just stop smelling pooher?) Haiz. Somebody's computer is like beeping so loudly, is there a bomb or something. Irritating. =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I login webmessenger just now, I had a total of 6 Chinesey people who added me. So i went, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(no reply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;你来自哪里？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(no reply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;De donde eres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(no reply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let me fill you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's powerpoint slides now, how boring. So typical. How unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is a tessellation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A tesallation is a complete covering or a plane by one or more figure in a repeating pattern, without any gaps or overlaps.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I NEED to make this clear- i didn't take pooher away because he is too cute for me to resist. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is translation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Translation is an action which moves an object through some distance in a chosen direction, think of it as an object sliding across a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The teacher just paseed the notes around. I think i hear Band playing below, should be trombone ba. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who is MC Escher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some person who created the tessellation thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Joyce i am looking over to your com because i am oh-so-bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So it's lesson objectives now. I wonder who is listening to him. Everybody votes for JunTao to draw. The instructor wants us to draw a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is a rotation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A rotation is an action which turns an object through a chosen angle(called the angle of rotation)about a fixed point(called the centre of rotation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Joyce is so hungry that she heard biscuits instead of diskette, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lunch is at 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is a reflection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A reflection is an action that produce a mirror image of an object. The line that is midway between the object and its mirror image is called the mirror line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Joyce is laughing now, Haha. Can Bochao stop looking over=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is a glide reflection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A glide reflection occurs when you reflect an object over a mirror line and then slide it in one direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-No all shapes can be used; some are the equilateral triangle, square, regular hexagon, 'cause they all have an angle that can be multiply to 360degree, like 90 degrees etc. Also an quardrilateral can also be tessellated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You know what? I feel like sleeping. I found myself dozing off with my eyes open during Lit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haiz. Just did some shape now, it's a 10mins break! At the very least. Drew the bird's tail. Lol obscene=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2:33p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just drew the head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2:45p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haiz. Drawing in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3:55p.pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Finish tesellation le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What a long post. Go home and sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115588459070102988?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115588459070102988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115588459070102988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115588459070102988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115588459070102988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115587364001693050</id><published>2006-08-18T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:00:40.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, you know, i have ALOT to write here.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, tomorrow i will blog.&lt;br /&gt;Before that Science thing, or maybe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i have Maths enrichment programme later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'a Maths now, free period in the com lab, it's rather boring la. Mr Tay walking around, and just before we had Lit and ENGLISH. Just okay, did a compre.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather go the the field and count grass-es.&lt;br /&gt;And find the probability of grass-es growing flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115587364001693050?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115587364001693050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115587364001693050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115587364001693050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115587364001693050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-you-know-i-have-alot-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115547568193052463</id><published>2006-08-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:44:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post twofivefive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hao.&lt;br /&gt;Back home now at an early 9, my brother has finally go to know what &lt;em&gt;urgency&lt;/em&gt; means, he's like reading his chiyushouche for his PSLE. It was dinner at my granma's place just now, pizza and hai nan chicken rice. That 2for1 pizza thing and my Ahma's secret recipe for hai nan ji fan. Weird combination, nephewAkila was holding pizza in one hand and drinking soup with the other la. My cousins wrecked Addie's room, watched that Chinese show on idon'tknowchannel.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and Chinese in the afternoon, did revision on Physics topics. Read books for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;siht si kcalb, ydobon lliw daer, i wonk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;llet em, woh ysub nac enoyna teg?&lt;br /&gt;i leef os detcelgen.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;School is tomorrow, results and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115547568193052463?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115547568193052463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115547568193052463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115547568193052463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115547568193052463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-twofivefive-ni-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12328050.post-115538948089056858</id><published>2006-08-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:31:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing Bowen gave me is so damn useful la, can put pimples on it when i am bored, and also hit my brother's head when i am bored too!&lt;br /&gt;It's a frog's head on a stick, like a lollipop. You can pull the fur up here and there(give it a serious case of acne) and later twist the head around the stick!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaaahhhhaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol la.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home econs took up 2 hours of Friday's lessons, which is of course much more relieving than the normal lessons. MrsChiang thought us how to make a pizza, TZhengYang and i ruined it though. The uneven base is generously contributed by me! And sadly, she learnt my name after i blurted a very loud &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i don't want the green thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  How &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEA BRAINED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrTay taught us on some sec FOUR stuff la, what was the name again?&lt;br /&gt;Pro-ba-bi-li-ty, Proba-bility, Probability.&lt;br /&gt;(Check your desk now, clean the saliva away.)&lt;br /&gt;Sec FOUR la, skip so much for what. Should be Shirleen Ong's idea. And the tuition centres are doing it also la. MrRamesh taught us sets, some grouping thing. Nick grinned so much, heh heh before MrRamesh reminded him it's a Maths lesson and will be a Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this amazing 9/20 for my Eng common test.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to post, since i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So why post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12328050-115538948089056858?l=thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/115538948089056858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12328050&amp;postID=115538948089056858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115538948089056858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12328050/posts/default/115538948089056858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrummernextdoor.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-tell-me-that-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>angiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072691464262728425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
