<?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-21284611</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:09.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNGLAMOUROUS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-3128478033034039976</id><published>2007-04-17T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:05:31.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M CURRENTLY SEEKING SHELTER OVER AT XANGA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/clouds_pooprainbows"&gt;CLICK! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT OKAY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-3128478033034039976?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/3128478033034039976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=3128478033034039976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3128478033034039976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3128478033034039976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-currently-seeking-shelter-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-8989592688852389333</id><published>2007-04-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:54:30.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M CURRENTLY DAMN ANNOYED AT BLOGGER CAUSE THEY REFUSE TO LET ME USE A NEW TEMPLATE EVEN AFTER I'VE UPGRADED MY TEMPLATE NEH STUFF. I'M BORED OFDOING THIS ALREAYD. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO HOURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-8989592688852389333?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/8989592688852389333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=8989592688852389333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8989592688852389333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8989592688852389333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-currently-damn-annoyed-at-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-5491695029577364415</id><published>2007-04-05T23:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:01:10.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! HAHAHAHA (: I WANT TO SQUISH LUBDUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME WHY I'M SO HAPPY. I'M SOO HAPPY CAUSE THERE'S NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love it! And! I bought wonderful adorable carebear stickers and memopads that i've wanted since the day we broke OAC. And lovely colorful pens. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-5491695029577364415?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/5491695029577364415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=5491695029577364415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/5491695029577364415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/5491695029577364415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-hahahaha-i-want-to-squish-lubdub_5082.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-1891989466288727859</id><published>2007-04-05T23:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:00:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! HAHAHAHA (: I WANT TO SQUISH LUBDUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME WHY I'M SO HAPPY. I'M SOO HAPPY CAUSE THERE'S NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love it! And! I bought wonderful adorable carebear stickers and memopads that i've wanted since the day we broke OAC. And lovely colorful pens. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-1891989466288727859?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/1891989466288727859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=1891989466288727859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1891989466288727859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1891989466288727859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-hahahaha-i-want-to-squish-lubdub_05.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-7223765773519548101</id><published>2007-04-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:00:31.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! HAHAHAHA (: I WANT TO SQUISH LUBDUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME WHY I'M SO HAPPY. I'M SOO HAPPY CAUSE THERE'S NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROW NO SCHOOL TOMORROWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love it! And! I bought wonderful adorable carebear stickers and memopads that i've wanted since the day we broke OAC. And lovely colorful pens. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-7223765773519548101?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/7223765773519548101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=7223765773519548101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7223765773519548101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7223765773519548101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-hahahaha-i-want-to-squish-lubdub.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6314501520875483175</id><published>2007-04-02T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:27:09.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised on 812 that i tend to get emotionally attached to my stuff. I was looking at my sexy red bottle and thinking about the countless times i've mindlessly left it lying around and always remembered just in time and found it in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine carrying anything to school other than my lovely green crumpler! It's so dirty now that the color is even more wonderous! I don't really like the crumplers that are bright green and have that new look. No character (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really imagine using any phone other than my orange egg phone. We know each other so well and i've used this little piece of plastic to talk rubbish with so many people. I can go to different functions within a second cause i've memorised all the number options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it konks out on me i'll be sad forever cause there aren't many nice phones now, they're manly and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed with nnp, she's damn neh and all, i kind of want to box her now. I don't really know why i'm annoyed with her but i just am. I want to ignore her forever more. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of homework. I have a homework problem, i get annoyed when i don't know how to do a certain sum then i just ignore it forever then my homework gets caught in a jam and there's a pileup. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6314501520875483175?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6314501520875483175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6314501520875483175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6314501520875483175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6314501520875483175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-realised-on-812-that-i-tend-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-1985335746338862900</id><published>2007-04-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:46:17.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a to do list that's probably taller than me or you and i'm kind of stuck at my first thing on the list ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYWHYWHY is cw so difficult? I've spent so much time on that stupid green stool looking at the stupid laptop screen only to produce like, 5 pages of rubbish! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HER TO LOVE ME! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-1985335746338862900?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/1985335746338862900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=1985335746338862900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1985335746338862900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1985335746338862900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-got-to-do-list-thats-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-1288260133287524177</id><published>2007-03-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:33:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You call me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you know i'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to look forward to fridays on thurdays. Now i look forward to fridays on mondays. Maybe even on sunday nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brain seems to have shut down rather permanently. My notes and worksheets are in a perpetual state of disarray. Same goes for my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOST MY TASK ANALYSIS! I'm so freaking dead, R&amp;D is due on thursday, now's tuesday night. If i start tomorrow night (AFTER I'VE FOUND MY TA) i'll probably sleep at 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coursework is killing me like omg. I want to have 97 hours in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm grateful to be in 3p. Even though we look like a bunch of noisy little kids to people who don't belong to 3p, we're more than that. I love that i can go sit next to any person and talk to them without feeling discomfort. I love that there are no cliques (no obvious ones at least) in 3p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love that the class is so encouraging towards each other, love that despite how noisy we are at times, we can sit down quietly and discuss serious issues (like people saying 3p is the lousiest and saying she said it SUBCONSCIOUSLY. Subconsciously is worse than consciously, okay, loser)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love that we get excited over things like tissue paper game and setting boats on fire and making mdm faridah FLY! Omg i'm laughing just thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm really and truly falling in love with 3p and i don't want anything to change that (: if only i could say the same about math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-1288260133287524177?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/1288260133287524177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=1288260133287524177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1288260133287524177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1288260133287524177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-this-world-makes-you-crazy-and-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-7970898895380584918</id><published>2007-03-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:06:39.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Mrs Woo forever. She's so concerned about 3p, i could just cry. Seriously, i was damn touched in the com lab okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's not our form teacher next year i'm going to die. I'll just fling myself down from the fourth floor in an ungraceful manner. Too bad it wouldn't be in cedar. Yucks, i don't want to go to old vs compound to study! NO AIR CONNED HALL, HOW APPALLING! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall be a good little girl and listen to her and start by sweeping the floor! I'll be the banisher of stray little leaves that creep into our classroom. Too bad my duty's over already (HAHAHAH YAY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ginormous stack of math homework to complete and i seriously do not know where to start. I shall do them in foolscaps cause i seriously hate the exercise book system. Like, loathe. It's so freaking confusing and leaves no room for mistakes cause else there'd be seriously ugly liquid paper marks and i'm rather anal about how my notebooks/exercise books look like. I just tear pages unforgivingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HOW. My book would be soulless by the end of the year if that keeps happening. I hate file checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wna go Changi Airport tomorrow! ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-7970898895380584918?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/7970898895380584918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=7970898895380584918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7970898895380584918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7970898895380584918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-mrs-woo-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-8283956408368066013</id><published>2007-03-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:52:21.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg it's sunday, i'm going back to school tomorrow with a geog test first thing in the morning and i haven't even flipped open my book a single time. So prepared to fail. One week's too freaking short okay. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, qixuan, i'm blogging. Do you think NNP's reading this? I hope not, it's weird. Maybe i'll see NNP tmr. Oh the testimonial you wrote for me disappeared before i could approve it! ): i'm very annoyed with friendster. Waiting for it to reappear. If it doesn't you must write me a new one, i demand, like eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i heart you eileen! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm gna do ban yue ji. Or, try to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-8283956408368066013?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/8283956408368066013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=8283956408368066013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8283956408368066013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8283956408368066013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-its-sunday-im-going-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6324894436018873215</id><published>2007-03-13T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T04:36:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha my mother is damn hilarious. She sat with me at the dinner table eating expired sorbet and we laughed more than i laughed in the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this oil so oily one"&lt;br /&gt;"take out the ice and eat the cream" - referring to the iced over, expired sorbet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgzxzxz i'm damn irritated cos today's already tuesday. Wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday, MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days more, five tests (i think) and yet i haven't started studying yet! Instead, i'm running off to Spotlight tomorrow after choir camp. At least it ends at 4 and not like 5.30 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get my butt off the com and go do some nonsense. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6324894436018873215?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6324894436018873215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6324894436018873215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6324894436018873215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6324894436018873215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahaha-my-mother-is-damn-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-8101177596278423015</id><published>2007-03-13T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:16:19.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NOOOOO! My sidebar is no longer aligned left and i have no time now to go tinker with those small little wordings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-8101177596278423015?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/8101177596278423015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=8101177596278423015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8101177596278423015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8101177596278423015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-nooooo-my-sidebar-is-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-1610090610937070939</id><published>2007-03-13T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:12:33.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this song (: and the video that goes along with it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It plays only once so people won't start getting annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-1610090610937070939?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/1610090610937070939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=1610090610937070939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1610090610937070939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1610090610937070939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-this-song-and-video-that-goes_12.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-357857021842916632</id><published>2007-03-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:25:00.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINISHED MY CHEM AND BIO HOMEWORK TODAY! :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's something very very important i need to say. A dear friend of mine lost something extremely cherished. HAHA okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay athirah lost her ******** **** at bishan! Yes and we waited outside the toilet cubicle for damn long cause some woman inside was probably constipated and when she came out, no ******** ****! ): so we retraced our footsteps and looked really hard. Still, no ******** **** ): ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athirah, it's okay! (: as long as ******** ****'s in your heart, it's impossible to lose &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep a paper journal AS WELL AS a blog cause if one day everything here goes missing, i shall be rather upset. So i'm going to scout for lovely notebooks that hopefully will be so lovely i won't abandon them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to see how people from your primary school have changed. And how some haven't changed a single bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-357857021842916632?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/357857021842916632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=357857021842916632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/357857021842916632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/357857021842916632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finished-my-chem-and-bio-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-2410683392840655948</id><published>2007-03-09T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:15:52.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are the teachers so biased against 3P? Just that we're and F&amp;amp;N/Art class doesn't imply that we're dumb, okay. Stop being mean to us &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATHIRAH! (: thanks, i shan't let her affect my mood anymore. Just that it's kind of hard when it's first period and barely three minutes into the lesson, i get scolded for some rubbish that's ridiculous. Three whole years with her, it's crazy. I spent my formative teenage years growing up with that woman. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a super sad day. Felt really frustrated by i don't know what either! I'm not the only one, hannah feels the same way. Seeeee, you guys really shouldn't be mean to threePP, really shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math tuition was a success! (: my teacher took three minutes to explain what was previously explained using a period and a half. Super shocking. I &lt;3 tuitions you know. It's like, friends from many different schools plus i get to laugh at ridiculous stories and get to tell ridiculous stories also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg new chem tuition tmr omgggg i scared. Nevermind! I shall cheer myself up and if everyone in the tuition thinks i'm weird or ignores me when i talk to them, then i'll talk to the dinosaur. Nobody was scared of it during tuition ): poor dino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so close? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-2410683392840655948?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/2410683392840655948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=2410683392840655948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/2410683392840655948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/2410683392840655948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-are-teachers-so-biased-against-3p.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-7684872335502876082</id><published>2007-03-07T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:22:54.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i've decided not to be sad about my field cooking burn scar and treat it as my lifelong keepsake from OAC '07! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One super super important thing i've learnt from OAC! Being optimistic and cheerful helps a lot. If you hate camps and are like damn unhappy all the time, your OAC experience would probably stink like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i decided not to feel sad about my field cooking scar though it spoils the look of my unscarred hand (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to make resolutions? I don't remember making any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One!) Get an A1 for chem&lt;br /&gt;Two!) Grow taller&lt;br /&gt;Three!) Don't be mean to weird people&lt;br /&gt;Four!) Have more patience with juniors&lt;br /&gt;Five!) Spend more quality time with my piano (SHE HAS A NAME, I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT IT IS, AND NOT IT IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK, IT STARTS WITH AN S!)&lt;br /&gt;Six!) Don't go back to sleep in the morning after washing up&lt;br /&gt;Seven!) Learn the jia1 chuan2 mi4 fang1 (s)&lt;br /&gt;Eight!) Treasure the time left with the sec4s ):&lt;br /&gt;Nine!) Don't be mean to eunice so much&lt;br /&gt;Ten!) Sing a happy song everyday to myself&lt;br /&gt;Eleven!) Paint my room sunshine yellow&lt;br /&gt;Twelve!) Cut down time on laptop&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen!) Do ZIPLINE ):&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen!) Have a 3p outing&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen!) Care less about suspicious stares and be unglam anyway&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen!) Do something about the state my room is in!&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen!) Ikea-ing&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen!) Go to musicals that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen!) Don't make teachers' lives difficult&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY!) I WANNA TURN FIFTEEN THIS YEAR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last resolution was just to make sure i get at least one thing done this year. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch my police show now. Last four episodes! Omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-7684872335502876082?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/7684872335502876082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=7684872335502876082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7684872335502876082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7684872335502876082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-ive-decided-not-to-be-sad-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6667075636656166770</id><published>2007-03-07T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:57:21.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and i have to remind myself to study very very hard for my chem test, cos Mrs Kwek promised me a sticker if i get an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is going to be super difficult considering i got 7/25 for my first test. Haha, damn pathetic, i laugh at myself. It was atomic structure which is like, the easiest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next test is mole thingy. Which is very difficult. So, STICKER, HERE I COMEEEEEE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6667075636656166770?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6667075636656166770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6667075636656166770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6667075636656166770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6667075636656166770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-and-i-have-to-remind-myself-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-1811822382944767317</id><published>2007-03-07T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:48:50.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bringing bubbles to school tomorrow cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One!) It's a thursday which means i'll probably reach home at 3+/4. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Two!) I heart bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Three!) It'll cheer everyone up since there's jogging&lt;br /&gt;Four!) It'll cheer everyone up since there's PE&lt;br /&gt;Five!) It'll cheer everyone up since there's math (i think)&lt;br /&gt;Six!) I just want to&lt;br /&gt;Seven!) I know you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Eight!) I want to look at planes now&lt;br /&gt;Nine!) I don't want to ou3 her, it's tiring&lt;br /&gt;Ten!) Bubbles heart me back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come look for me tomorrow if you wna play with bubbles (: hahaha but i haven't updated this place for ages, nobody will read this post till 3 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Mr. Bubble, we'll keep each other company (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-1811822382944767317?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/1811822382944767317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=1811822382944767317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1811822382944767317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/1811822382944767317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-bringing-bubbles-to-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-3001132089396707558</id><published>2007-03-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:01:14.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know what makes me cry very easily. AUDITIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-3001132089396707558?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/3001132089396707558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=3001132089396707558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3001132089396707558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3001132089396707558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-what-makes-me-cry-very-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6229543652351200948</id><published>2007-03-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:00:20.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just dug out the phone i used when i was eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA it took 3 minutes to load omg. Am i ever grateful for my lovely egg phone. It's the BEST. AGREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out something that makes me go :D but hahaha it wasn't found out by me anyway. I suck at PI stuff, just pay LimQX $10 per hr (WHICH IS OVERPRICED BTW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I update like twice in two nights, good right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't embarrass me anymore okay, the 3p people. Can die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6229543652351200948?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6229543652351200948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6229543652351200948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6229543652351200948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6229543652351200948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-dug-out-phone-i-used-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6181148036248813673</id><published>2007-03-06T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:30:18.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I NEVER BLOG FOR LIKE A MILLION YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't feel like cos i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, i'm in lurbe lah, okay, don't disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to grin grossly to myself, thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIXUAN: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks a kazillion for your letter which made me super determined to enjoy OAC no matter what happens (: and it was this lovely long letter with a weirdo pasted behind (i don't freaking know who that is HAHA) that kept me motivated and happy despite eating raw broccoli that tastes like apples+flowers, showering in damn cold water, sleeping on a concave bed, putting up with the nonsense of my classmates. I'm thankful to have a senior and a friend like you despite you being a pig 90% of the time. I know this is mushy but that's the main point lah. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and since you don't want to reply my text telling me what color you like, i shall just give you green which is a lovely color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6181148036248813673?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6181148036248813673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6181148036248813673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6181148036248813673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6181148036248813673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-never-blog-for-like-million-years.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-3692766992478657079</id><published>2007-02-07T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:35:09.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first time i'm so damn scared of disappointing a teacher. I'm super scared mrs kwek will be disappointed in 3p's chem test results, how!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must listen more during chem lesson. I'm starting to have a perverse liking for chem, omgzzzzzz yes, i never lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely time talking rubbish today, quite relaxed, especially since 2 tests are over. I think i'll just die next year when the current sec4s have graduated, seriously die die die. AIYOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belay school tmr, not really looking forward. The harness is so gross, and so is the helmet. And we don't freaking have bandanas yet cos aishah's mother refuses to let her buy for the class ): mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note t self : bring many many many moneys tomorrow to buy stuff that's much needed, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-3692766992478657079?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/3692766992478657079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=3692766992478657079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3692766992478657079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/3692766992478657079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-first-time-im-so-damn-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-7970730013123642692</id><published>2007-01-30T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:48:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for approximately 10 million years plus a few hundred more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A STUPID THING TO TAKE OUT AND USE IN CLASS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTICIPATION :D i love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-7970730013123642692?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/7970730013123642692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=7970730013123642692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7970730013123642692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/7970730013123642692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-havent-blogged-for-approximately-10.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-5362194267220015003</id><published>2007-01-15T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:55:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me = sad! Ahahaha, i came up with a totally rubbish equation for math, candy and stickers. I think i'm so hardworking, like thinking about math often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i am. So like don't deny it manzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever. (Me =  sad) cause 3P kept laughing at me today. It's not very funny kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i tell you what's funnier. Or rather, hornier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qixuan saw Zugly cos she returned to help out with the you-know. Yeah, can't divulge too many details cos i'll get killed. So, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like staring at her like i don't know what okay and when i said, "stop staring at her" she couldn't even hear cos she was probably in some fairyland where only she and zug existed. Yucks, i'd hate to be in that place man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever it is, Qixuan gets horny when she sees Zugly and it's a damn terrible sight. And that stupid dugong even smacked me so hard i think my arm is super expanded from being swollen. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ANOTHER FUNNY THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHAHA we totally saw ahniu and kw's p6 photos. They look so freaking different. Like, seriously man. HAHAHA AHNIU/KW ARE YOU READING THIS? i hope not man, i don't have a deathwish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i haven't done auditions yet. Like, there wasn't enough time ): meaning i've to stress about it longer. I kind of wish it's over already, yet am happy that it ain't so i have more time to practise. Still! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it'll rain tmr during lower sec jogging which is the most irritating thing ever. They'll turn into fat dinosaurs, swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-5362194267220015003?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/5362194267220015003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=5362194267220015003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/5362194267220015003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/5362194267220015003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-sad-ahahaha-i-came-up-with-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-6801570369619694623</id><published>2007-01-14T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T04:33:59.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is like, Chinese here, there, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've one ying yong wen, one book report, one story on whatever topic and four ban yue ji. Yes, i know, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i've done so far is the ying yong wen, and three ban yue ji. I did my story awhile ago and lost it. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): i don't wna go to school tomorrow, i've so much work to complete by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dno where my baby file is. f&amp;n assignment's in there and edusave form too. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and what's more, there's auditions tmr. i didn't even have time to memorise the song yet, damn busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-6801570369619694623?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/6801570369619694623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=6801570369619694623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6801570369619694623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/6801570369619694623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-life-is-like-chinese-here-there.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-8534208169112298268</id><published>2007-01-13T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:52:28.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhahaha, i sort of forced my tuition friend to make me rainbow cranes. Like, seven cranes, each a color of the rainbow. Cool not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i'm being mean okay! He didn't make my ONE pink crane, so now he has to make SEVEN. It's quite fair what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot a lot of homework to do and i'm not kidding man. Am not. Seriously. I NEED TO START LIKE NOW but i don't feel like. Okay i seriously should or else i won't be able to sleep tomorrow night. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-8534208169112298268?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/8534208169112298268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=8534208169112298268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8534208169112298268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/8534208169112298268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhahaha-i-sort-of-forced-my-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116860455281390437</id><published>2007-01-12T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T04:27:13.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg i'm damn sad. Yesterday and today were super horrid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: we had pe in the rain and we weren't allowed to get into the shelter. so we had to do pull ups on the wet floor and we all ended up with patches on our asses. and we had to do suicides on the wet court floor also! everyone was damn scared they'd fall and therefore, nobody did them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: we had jogging and it rained (okay, drizzled) halfway but we weren't allowed to stop either! i don't mind the jogging part, i just mind the getting sweaty part. sigh. one more thing right! the lower sec didn't have jogging at all this entire week and we did, both times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: it rained about 45 minutes after we finished jogging. rain as in, a proper thunderstorm with lots and lots of water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: we were told that we're gna have auditions for Everyone Sang on monday and i'm totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: we did one by ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: after choir, i got news that the ML people had used our class for dance and halfway thru, it started raining. prior to that, they'd moved our desks out so that they'd have space to dance. and they forgot about them ): meaning our books were drenched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: ahniu and kw didn't come to school cos both of them were sick and i was super lonely ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: we had two math periods today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: i didn't go for recess cos i was pissed with some idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: my chinese teacher says i have to hand in my homework by monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: that stupid piggy-faced junior i hate was talking rubbish and i said she's damn lame and she talked back to me. shit face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: choir was super tiring. we stood for so long, i couldn't feel my thighs anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: my f&amp;n book is ruined and it's damn expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my books ruined are totally unfair to me cos it's only the second week and i don't see why i deserve to have ugly books when it's not even my fault. I take proper care of my things and you just come along and ruin it for me. Like, hello? I don't print money, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't even get an apology. Would giving us a sincere apology kill you? I've to use those fugly books for two friggin' years you know. And for all i know, you've got perfectly pretty books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm just, damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[edit: and, uhm, certain people kind of ambushed me today and told me some stuff which got me totally uncomfortable. but if you read this, thanks for telling me whatever you told me. i'm sorry for my open mouthed and google-eyed reaction. i just wasn't expecting it at all. anyway, whatever it is. i'm over it. got over it long ago. after all, all that stuff happened last year. whatever it is, thanks (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116860455281390437?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116860455281390437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116860455281390437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116860455281390437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116860455281390437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-im-damn-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116841388671695204</id><published>2007-01-10T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:23:03.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a loser. It's a wednesday and i'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rubbish. I feel like i went to school for nothing. We didn't do much during lessons and TOP was a waste of time too. They should've given us the two free periods to do more productive stuff like talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done ban yue ji! Seriously, there's kind of nothing worth remembering today. Why? I like remembering stuff, esp funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so scary, everyone's studying and i'm not! I kind of can't believe i'm a sec3, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only wednesday? This week seems like it's been going on forever already. Oh!! I wna watch helen keller! That show's super super nice okay. I'm glad tm2 let us watch everything instead of just a small part, like llama loh with day after tomorrow. Up till now i still don't know how the show ends! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not looking forward to health check and having people tell me that my eyesight is horrible. Not looking forward to OAC. I don't wna be bossed around by a certain person. Just that person, other people can boss me around, it's okay (i think). Or maybe certain people. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Is there homework? Someone please tell me. ): I need a school diary now! It's super important to me cos it's like $3.50 only and i don't care if it gets tattered and torn so i just write rubbish in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm so stupid okay! Today's my only free afternoon until next week, and i forgot to bring my amath text home! Meaning i can't do tuition homework. Also meaning i'll have to do it tomorrow night instead ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i even reminded myself to bring it home this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come make plans with me! I like making plans. We shall decorate the class alright? Then we'll have a 3P that's truly OURS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[edited: i'm itching for the pig candy from M&amp;S! i want i want i wanttt! ):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[double edit: i hate the wasp that terrorized 3P today. i think it's attracted to all of us cos we're sexy&amp;all. still, it hasn't any right to make us scream like that ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was terribly ugly and horrifying okay. i was super scared it'd sting me cos it felt like stinging someone or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on hindsight, our reactions were damn funny. wherever the wasp went, we would lean in the opposite direction. so it was like, kw leaning towards me while i leaned towards ahniu and the two of them have jackets to protect okay. no fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i kind of like the wasp. i know, fickle. but it made chem not so boring (: bye bye wasp!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116841388671695204?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116841388671695204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116841388671695204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116841388671695204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116841388671695204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-such-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116835263212691309</id><published>2007-01-09T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T06:23:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so like, i gave up on ban yue ji (yet again) and i'm back here cos there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does school start so early anyway? Oh, right. So they can end early and have CCA which drags on till practically midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound demented but i wna say that i really really enjoy being in &lt;u&gt;ThreePowderfulPolkadots&lt;/u&gt;! (: It's a silly name but it's for a fun, silly class, so there. I know you're just jealous. Ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make school fun, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i totally think that the 3PP people should exchange numbers and msn so that we'll communicate out of class also. Yep, else we'll only be bonded with our part of the class, which is bad bad bad! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in favour, say aye! AYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to rethink my love for files cos they're uber bulky. Carrying them is way difficult cos they're slippery and they go swoosh swoosh against each other and just drop to the floor. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow omg my ear pain. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice my tagboard? Does it excite you!? I think it does, just that you pretend it doesn't. So you should totally tag me, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not a bimbo no matter what ahniu or kw says. I am not! Like, totally. Ahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahniu!: ahniu! ahah, how repetitive. you make me laugh too! what if tm2 banishes me to a corner cos i laugh too much? i love the spas language kay, it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haoyee: yep, sure! (: see you tmr too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jedidahtan!: ahaha, for sure. i just love it when i talk rubbish about her. she is a humongous thorn in my ass and i hope she knows it cos it makes me happy if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the 3PP people happen to pass by here, please tag me with your email add, okay? it's important that as a class, we have communication! (i'm so &lt;s&gt;mushy&lt;/s&gt; corny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116835263212691309?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116835263212691309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116835263212691309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116835263212691309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116835263212691309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-so-like-i-gave-up-on-ban-yue-ji.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116834519069412202</id><published>2007-01-09T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:19:51.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's actually rather fun, know? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fun partners (:(: too bad there's like choir oh so often, else it'd be funner. Gah, i'll survive choir kay, cos i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! And i hate her so much, yucks. Like, her. If i rant to you (i rant openly actually) then you'll know who i'm talking about. Her face just makes me disgusted, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incy wincy spider! Hey i saw a spider today, it was cool (: i drew a spider on my math lecture notes too. I'm getting obsessed with spiders. Way uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have chinese holiday homework! I am such a pathetic failure at chinese holiday homework. It's my chinese teacher's fault okay! She should be fiercer so i can be more motivated, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like, total excitement! We're gna decorate our class, pretty soon i hope. So that i won't have to stare at blank boring walls anymore. AND I TOTALLY HATE THE DONG DONG CHIANG STICKER ON OUR CLOCK! Somebody tall please take it down and peel it off. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg to shower and do homework. What, i shower very late meh? I just got home awhile ago, okay? Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that walking blubber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116834519069412202?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116834519069412202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116834519069412202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116834519069412202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116834519069412202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-actually-rather-fun-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116806389119990395</id><published>2007-01-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:11:31.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wna like, play ice hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised why i can't find any skins i like. That's cos i'm too picky. Neh neh neh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I left my amath text in school, meaning i couldn't chiong tuition homework even if i wanted to. Also meaning, i'm in for a scolding. AHYAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should like, ban ugly skins from being put up so i don't have to waste my time looking at pathetic nonsense that are actually rated 5 stars. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does any jc have ice hockey? somehow i'm under the impression that it won't hurt that much if the puck hits you. i suppose it's the skates and all. grah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116806389119990395?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116806389119990395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116806389119990395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116806389119990395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116806389119990395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wna-like-play-ice-hockey.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116800941344841613</id><published>2007-01-05T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:03:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wna new skin. and i wna vomit. which is impossible. how can i vomit when i never eat anything. omg i'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is turning me into an old lady. freaking tired. ahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116800941344841613?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116800941344841613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116800941344841613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116800941344841613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116800941344841613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wna-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116766721342781483</id><published>2007-01-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:00:16.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHHH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally blogging after about ten million years. Qixuan is right about me living in a flower. Like, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's burning some Body Shop mango+papaya thing and my whole throat is filled with it. Like, even my saliva tastes like it. It's so sweet, can't stand it. Kay, i just went to blow out the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Yeah, it's 2007. Pretty fast huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA LIKE! I baked cookies and brownies yesterday. The process was kind of, gross. Mushing everything up in a bowl. Ehehehehe. HEY IT TASTES GOOD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Ponggol Seafood at Marina CC has heavenly pepper crabs. It's my first time eating pepper crabs okay, so first impressions count, a lot. Wuahaha. I was impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored already. Ya, so like, school in a day's time. No more late nights, sleepovers, waking up late, random outings. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!! Not really. In some ways, yes. Everything about school is fun, except the tests and the rules. Other than that, nahhhh, it's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? School? I don't hate you that much. My throat still feels weird. Like, &lt;s&gt;incense&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;aromatherapy&lt;/s&gt; weird smelling thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. By the way, i still love hippos. Yeah, they're cuter than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116766721342781483?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116766721342781483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116766721342781483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116766721342781483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116766721342781483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2007/01/ohhhh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116530091312879681</id><published>2006-12-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:41:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i had lotsa money, i'd buy &lt;a href="http://www.wetseal.com/productdetail.asp?mi=1900&amp;style=37047641&amp;amp;size=&amp;color=600&amp;amp;token="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! It's super pretty. Please go see the link okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/runwaycity/56179.html#cutid1"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; t see it being worn. Whatevr it is, th top is just super super pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing + Hong Kong in five days. It's DECEMBER already! Frikken fast. I haven't continued my holiday homework yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only half done. Which is not bad already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY I'M GG ON A SOLO TRIP TO POPULAR TO BUY WEIRD STUFF. (: i like weird stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116530091312879681?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116530091312879681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116530091312879681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116530091312879681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116530091312879681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-had-lotsa-money-id-buy-this-its.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116487819025150855</id><published>2006-11-30T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:16:30.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STUCK AT HOME. LIKE, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought my keys to work!! I'm feeling caged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM QI XUAN'S coming back tmr. Eh dugong, i capitalised your name, good not? aaaahahahhha/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i am damn sleepy and i want to watch Oprah but there's only ellen. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to attach brightly colored thangs to my keys so they never get whisked off by ppl again. This isn't the first time! &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMOUSINE. PLEASE.THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijing in i don't know how many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm streaking my hair blue. pretty, much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom what bout choir? Then she was like, "if they say, "you can't come to school with dyed hair", say, "kay, i'm not coming then"," coolios, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy me lovely glossy magazines, i like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT KANGA SKINS PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116487819025150855?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116487819025150855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116487819025150855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116487819025150855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116487819025150855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-stuck-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116407415928072925</id><published>2006-11-20T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:55:59.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gna blog about chalet, not gna blog about anything luh. COS I'M DAMN BORED. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME OUT OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN! NEVER DATE ME. See luh, i'm dying at home. There's nothing at all to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nine forty five. Early enough such that it'd only be 11 plus when i go out. But alone's so boring. If i see ridiculous thingies i won't have nobody to share them with. SUCKS EH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME A SECRET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116407415928072925?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116407415928072925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116407415928072925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116407415928072925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116407415928072925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-gna-blog-about-chalet-not-gna.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116366344890441528</id><published>2006-11-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:50:49.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY EYES ARE DAMN ITCHY AND PAINFUL AFTER PLAYING PS! ARRRRGGGHHH!!! I AM ALLERGIC TO THAT THING. MY GOODNESS DAMN PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER SWOLLEN AND UGLY HOW?! DAMN. MY EYES ARE SMALL ENOUGH OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO I DID NOT PEEK AT ANYBODY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. So. Irritated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GOUGE MY EYEBALLS OUT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell i'm damn bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO. KNIT! ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some iritating girl from my pri school is disturbing me. Why do little girls from my pri schl keep annoying me?! THEY SHOULD GO TALK TO PPL THEIR AGE! &gt;:( i am mean and nasty, they should just go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auditions tmr. ): i hate auditions. And anyway, we auditioned already, so what's the point? NOTHING BETTER TO DO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO FOR SERVICE THIS FRIDAY. THIS IS UNFAIR ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116366344890441528?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116366344890441528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116366344890441528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116366344890441528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116366344890441528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-eyes-are-damn-itchy-and-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116343389595970607</id><published>2006-11-13T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:11:55.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've been meaning to update, but like, blogger wouldn't let me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinated all the way till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Started watching a korean drama called uhm.. 白雪公主 yep, that's it. English title is Sweet Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/4hi9kpc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the entire picture, but i post what i like, so there. NYEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, not very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Qixuan blogged about wanting to be a guy sometimes and that's like, so true. If i were a guy, i'd wanna be HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by  TinyPic" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2yx55hg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's super super cute. (: so like, yeah, i'm pretty addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TUITION TEACHER WANTS ME TO SKIP CHURCH TO GO TUITION! And i was like, haaaarrrrr. ): irritating, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps on pestering me. I think i'll have to go for tuition. She was like, "why cannot go church later, ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhm.. because.. i'm not the pastor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO DE MA YAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so totally gonna be sulking all the way thru tuition luh. GRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the sec twos will be together in a group, meaning i won't be free of that annoying guy. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE BELIEVE THAT THERE'S NOTHING GG ON BETWEEN US?! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[edit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i forgot, i'm officially sec three. Gee, getting old.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAN SI REN LE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYES. I'm speaking more chinese. So weird right?! Cos i can't understand korean and i can't read chinese subtitles fast enough, so i've been listening to my mother tongue practically the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH WALAO. THE SUBTITLES ARE FAN TI ZI OK! You damn clever you read lah. At least my chinese got a B3 this time. Better than the past few C6s. NEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, i'm gg for my cousin's BBQ (chalet) this friday (it's her birthday) then saturday i might rush back for tuition. Else it's rush back on saturaday night for church on sunday. Which i might not even get to attend cos i have to go for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRR. STINKY TUITION! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY TUITION TEACHER WENT ON AND ON AT ME FOR TEN WHOLE MINUTES WHILE I WAS WANTING TO WATCH MY SHOW WHICH I HAD TO PAUSE! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the entire time i was like, "orh. okay, orh. orh, orh. okay. mmm. okay, orh. kay. kay. kay, bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom asked me, "what did she tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know. i wasn't listening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH I'M SO DEAD LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me.. i don't know! I was only half-listening. Trying hard to, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i have this sudden feeling that i'm damn busy, but actually i'm not luh. Heh. Heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP THINKING THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE GOING TO END LIKE, NOW! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the suckiest thing, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh but some primary schools haven't even let out yet. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A LIU MANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM QI XUAN I WANT TO BE A GUY ALSO LEH. Like, i can do ugly and disgusting things in public without people saying anything, cos guys are like that. So, yeah. Cool what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can wear pants and sit with my legs wide open, and nobody will ever say "you are a girl, please sit more appropriately" to me, ever again. EVER, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PEOPLE WHO ALWAYS LAUGH AT ME WHEN I SAY I'M GOING TO COOK HUH. BETTER STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A QIAN JING XIAO JIE OKAY! I do housework! (once every 14 years?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH WHATEVER IT IS, I CAN COOK. AND I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU. SO, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh, Cedar sucks luh. They were supposed to give us our streaming results by the first week of november. I HAVEN'T RECEIVED ANY NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn slow please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116343389595970607?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116343389595970607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116343389595970607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116343389595970607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116343389595970607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-ive-been-meaning-to-update-but-like.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/4hi9kpc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116307292642904994</id><published>2006-11-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:48:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am damn irritated cause I like my nails too much. Like, super french manicure-ish please? And it's natural and not painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE TO FRIKKEN CUT WHEN I GO FOR PIANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gna catch frisbees on sat. LIKE THAT HOW TO CATCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEHNEHPOK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116307292642904994?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116307292642904994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116307292642904994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116307292642904994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116307292642904994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-damn-irritated-cause-i-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116308157820384961</id><published>2006-11-09T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:12:58.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2rrtlhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute right?! I'm so going to do the moo moo nails when i don't have to go back to school for choir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116308157820384961?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116308157820384961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116308157820384961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116308157820384961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116308157820384961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-this-super-cute-right-im-so_09.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/2rrtlhu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116291298015892073</id><published>2006-11-07T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T07:23:00.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the black iPod. Heh. Like, i finally have an ipod after surviving without any kind of mp3 for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVE &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LIM QI XUAN&lt;/span&gt;! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name's pink cause you call me a bimbo and it's time to bimbotify you! REMEMBER THE MAKEOVER OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be nice to you tomorrow, for once. One day out of 365 days, i'm able to sacrifice. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU SEE THE HIGHWAY TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116291298015892073?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116291298015892073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116291298015892073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116291298015892073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116291298015892073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-it-yeah-black-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116282112447643775</id><published>2006-11-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:52:04.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday was fattening! Had buffet at Traders' Hotel. Know, i saw lots of Iraqi soldiers there. My mom's bf say they're here to enjoy, before being sent to their death. So sad right? And here we are, having fun, enjoying holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating so much that i could die, i went walking around. And saw the perfect present for LIM QI XUAN cause it was so childish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit sian to blog about my birthday but PERSEVERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to buy LOVELY CHILI CRABS and went home, slacked around, and ate some more! OMG SEE FATTENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i already decided to be a ROLLING BALL OF HAPPINESS with qx. ahahahaha. I don't think skinny people are happy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, i went out with qixuan today. Walked super lots and ate pretty little. Aahahhahah, good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i forgot to bring my sign, else i'd have to wear it. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a yellow polo tee from b.u.m equipment and a 3/4 denim pants from some i don't know what store i didn't bother looking at the name. Bought separately but looks so pretty put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending so much! Oh my goodness, for this past few days i've been spending like, every single day. ): no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans to go out tmr are cancelled! I shall go find other ppl to go out with, cos i so don't wna stay at home. Like, borrrrrring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116282112447643775?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116282112447643775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116282112447643775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116282112447643775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116282112447643775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-birthday-was-fattening-had-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116257083766297385</id><published>2006-11-04T00:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:20:38.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I Go Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Father, hear my prayer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need the perfect words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words that he will hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And know they're straight from You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only know it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see my only friend slowly fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So maybe this time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll speak the words of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Your fire in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:Cause here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talkin 'bout the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mulling over things that won't live past today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I dance around the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is not his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here I go again, here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, You love him so, You gave Your only Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he will just believe; he will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how then will he know what he has never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love him, You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Am I so afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid of?How then will he know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What he has never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They played a clip of Casting Crowns during service just now and they were performing this song. I think it's wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I teared when he sang the first stanza (?) but the back part no, cause I couldn't make out the lyrics. The front was really clear though and if you really listen to the lyrics, it's like, touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep, listen to it carefully kay? I already uploaded the song into the player. And also All The Same by Sick Puppies. It's really good too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got like lots of smses from random strangers saying, "Happy Birthday Dionne! YOU ARE INDEED THE KING!". I didn't even have my phone with me, till Jem told me not to reply any smses I was receiving cause I'd be wasting my messages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So being the kpo person I am, I immediately scrambled to my room just in time to see a message received. And many more followed, with the same message, only in different texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LOVED LUH. Thanks Jeremy! I know it was done by you, even thoug you're refusing to tell me anything. LOL! And congrats on your job. Job = Moolah! Moolah = Ipod! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's two minutes to go till it's officially my birthday. Will i feel any different 2 minutes later? I highly doubt so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choir sucked majorly today. I was crying and singing at the same time. If I've already mentioned that, I don't care. It sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people are just so biased. So biased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, I'll get thru choir. I know I will. And in the meantime try not to vent my anger on the people who are totally innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wna go RZone21! Everyone's making me so envious! I'm so gna go during piano termbreak. Afterall, I can only go for these last few weeks! After that I'm no longer eligible cause I'd be sec3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is a really fast process, no? I would definitely not say it's painless. It's enjoyable though! Friends make a big difference! Very very big difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though I've had some friendship problems, I now know who my truest friends are! Like, heart heart heart! I am going to do something very very wrong. THIS! &lt;3&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and did I mention I wore a FEED DIONNE CANDY sign around PS? Good, if I did. Better if I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TRICK OR TREAT? MERRY CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am insanely jealous of Toby. Lim Qi Xuan if you're reading this, I am jealous! I want a Toby too! So crazily sexy can?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm FOURTEEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116257083766297385?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116257083766297385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116257083766297385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116257083766297385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116257083766297385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-go-again-father-hear-my-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116257055489446213</id><published>2006-11-04T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:15:55.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I Go Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Father, hear my prayer&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need the perfect words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words that he will hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And know they're straight from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YouI don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only know it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see my only friend slowly fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So maybe this time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll speak the words of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Your fire in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:Cause here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talkin 'bout the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mulling over things that won't live past today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I dance around the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is not his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here I go again, here I go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, You love him so, You gave Your only Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he will just believe; he will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how then will he know what he has never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love him, You love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Am I so afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I so afraid of?How then will he know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What he has never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They played a clip of Casting Crowns during service just now and they were performing this song. I think it's wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I teared when he sang the first stanza (?) but the back part no, cause I couldn't make out the lyrics. The front was really clear though and if you really listen to the lyrics, it's like, touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep, listen to it carefully kay? I already uploaded the song into the player. And also All The Same by Sick Puppies. It's really good too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got like lots of smses from random strangers saying, "Happy Birthday Dionne! YOU ARE INDEED THE KING!". I didn't even have my phone with me, till Jem told me not to reply any smses I was receiving cause I'd be wasting my messages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So being the kpo person I am, I immediately scrambled to my room just in time to see a message received. And many more followed, with the same message, only in different texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LOVED LUH. Thanks Jeremy! I know it was done by you, even thoug you're refusing to tell me anything. LOL! And congrats on your job. Job = Moolah! Moolah = Ipod! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's two minutes to go till it's officially my birthday. Will i feel any different 2 minutes later? I highly doubt so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choir sucked majorly today. I was crying and singing at the same time. If I've already mentioned that, I don't care. It sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people are just so biased. So biased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, I'll get thru choir. I know I will. And in the meantime try not to vent my anger on the people who are totally innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wna go RZone21! Everyone's making me so envious! I'm so gna go during piano termbreak. Afterall, I can only go for these last few weeks! After that I'm no longer eligible cause I'd be sec3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is a really fast process, no? I would definitely not say it's painless. It's enjoyable though! Friends make a big difference! Very very big difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though I've had some friendship problems, I now know who my truest friends are! Like, heart heart heart! I am going to do something very very wrong. THIS! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and did I mention I wore a FEED DIONNE CANDY sign around PS? Good, if I did. Better if I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TRICK OR TREAT? MERRY CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am insanely jealous of Toby. Lim Qi Xuan if you're reading this, I am jealous! I want a Toby too! So crazily sexy can?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm FOURTEEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116257055489446213?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116257055489446213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116257055489446213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116257055489446213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116257055489446213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-go-againfather-hear-my-prayeri.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116254438471897753</id><published>2006-11-03T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:00:41.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for choir early in the morning. Once again, I reached super early. Like, eight twenty or something? What kind of stupid timing is that? Choir starts at nine my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to PS for lunch, with Qixuan and Nicole. It was a super last minute decision luh, cause I was being neh and insisted on following Qixuan even tho she was buying my present cos I didn't wna go home by myself. Then Nic said she wants to eat lunch, so she came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up spending like hell loads of time wandering around going into every store, touching things and not buying anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I asked a total stranger where she bought her nice top! I'm not telling you ppl though. I made QX ask a stranger too, cause she was wearing overalls that were quite nice and she wants overalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid woman forgot to give me my present in the end! Like, so lousy. I'm damn scared luh, it's like, pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm a bimbo anyway. So, it's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR MAJOR SHOPPING SPREE! I NEED SO MUCH STUFF. Like, SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home half an hour ago and now I'm gna go shower and go back out. TIRING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116254438471897753?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116254438471897753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116254438471897753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116254438471897753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116254438471897753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-for-choir-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116248125092805348</id><published>2006-11-02T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T07:27:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg i am extremely tired after a conversation with QiXuan. It's like the high factor just kept going up up and up and now suddenly drop back to normal, a bit hard to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really start conversations in a bizarre way? Like MERRY CHRISTMAS! Asking random questions, starting with hahahaaaahaahhaa or something totally off. I think it's ok mah. Like, straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i will say, "oh, it's lovely weather we are having today" ala Pink Panther! That movie is HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm making myself hyped up again by thinking of a million things at once and being unable to type that fast, it's like, BOOM! Mini explosion in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! And like, FEED ME CANDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116248125092805348?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116248125092805348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116248125092805348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116248125092805348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116248125092805348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-i-am-extremely-tired-after.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116245921050265477</id><published>2006-11-02T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:20:12.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super wna go running NOW! Can't cause of my flu. Am banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so shitty. Like, it's the first week of the hols and i'm sick! GGRAAHHH!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound super weird and all. LIKE, LOUSAYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world can tell i'm having a blocked nose. Nobody can tell about my blocked ears though and they're all talking to me normally. I'm straining my ears like KE-RAY-ZEE! I think when my ear finally unblocks itself, everything will seem exceptionally loud for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I WNA GO OUT AND PLAY! NOWNOWNOW! BUT IT'S LIKE FIVEELEVEN ALREADY AND IT'S GETTING LATE AND I'M HAVING MUSCLE ACHE WHICH IS TERRIBLE WHEN I TRY TO SKIP! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! I must skip! How else can i get a job as cabin crew?! Dumbdumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116245921050265477?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116245921050265477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116245921050265477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116245921050265477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116245921050265477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/super-wna-go-running-now-cant-cause-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116239082554525817</id><published>2006-11-01T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T06:20:26.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aahahah. I wna work with kids! Or in a candy store! Then i'll smell lovely and sweet. Attract cockroaches only ah! Ehehehe. Oh later attract hot guys with sweet tooths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like i wna blog but i don't know what to blog so, ya, nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE KING! AHAHAHAHHAHA! BYE! AHhahahahhahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i want my sucker. My baby food! The goopy stuff! EEEEEYUR! And my bib! And my CUTLERY SET! &gt;:( must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY SEXY BABY BOTTLE BACK ALREADY! NO LUH, NOT FOUND. I BOUGHT A NEW ONE. SHARE WITH NIC. EEHHEHHE. Be jealous. Okay, bye for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*high high high high*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116239082554525817?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116239082554525817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116239082554525817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116239082554525817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116239082554525817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/11/aahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116230331220520708</id><published>2006-10-31T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:07:03.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Needs:&lt;br /&gt;new waterbottle (I left my cute little waterbottle on the bus! ): and all because i was too busy remembering to bring stupid Eunice's file with me which is BLUE and ugly cause it's BLUE and a weird shade at that and i don't like BLUE and i've digressed bloody far.)&lt;br /&gt;new slippers (The soles are broken like shit)&lt;br /&gt;MP3 player (My last one died a year ago! Oh my god.)&lt;br /&gt;new jacket (Japan jacket is way oversized! Ripcurl hoodie is hard to wear. ):)&lt;br /&gt;new jeans (The bottoms are all frayed cause i step on them too much! Too bad luh, short ppl's jeans always drag on the floor. Ahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants:&lt;br /&gt;stripey polo tee&lt;br /&gt;nice going-out shorts&lt;br /&gt;new piano books&lt;br /&gt;sexy pink/red camera!&lt;br /&gt;new handbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? My needs override my wants! I'm not a spoilt brat, kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[edit: I realised they are the same. Five each. Oops.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, they don't even overlap! Meaning I can't kill two birds with one stone. Also meaning, I'll have to spend even more money! &gt;:( the thought of spending money makes me sad k. Cause after i spend my money, I'll have no more. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can always ask my mom for more, but, naw. Don't have to. She gives it willingly. Still, I like spending my own money. As in, savings. You don't understand luh. I was blog hopping and I read this girl's blog which was so entertaining I tell you! Hahaha funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir tomorrow. I'm so going to die in th AS2 luh, dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Nicole tomorrow! I haven't gone out with her in ages. Maybe like 3 million years ago. I have no idea where we're going though. She's gonna bring me to some I don't know where place. I am a mountain tortoise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna wear colorful sneakers to school tomorrow! Sexy, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = red&lt;br /&gt;Nic = green &amp;&amp;amp; pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warao, we're gna have to hide them in the AS2 under our bags k! And i have no idea how i'm gna hide low cut black socks. Hello? Everyone's wearing white socks and i'm gna be wearing black? How ah? Do something drastic to my hair, then they'll all look at my head instead of my feet! I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always start out not knowing what to blog about then end up blogging a lot (at least that's what I think at that point in time) then after I publish I realise that I actually blogged damn little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! You know the nine o'clock show that woman? MeiYa I think. Oh my goodness she is damn gross. Scheming little bitch. I didn't watch initially but my mom watches so I just joined in the fun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Png is disgusting. His face grosses me out. I don't know why. Eeeyur. I don't like him ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogskins is being a pig. It's refusing to load. Asshole. I don't make my own skins luh. You think I have so much time? Actually yes. I'd rather sleep. There's some stupid DU NAN advertisement on tevee now. So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem's coming tomorrow too. He has O levels! Ahahahaa I'm so gna laugh my ass off at him, kay? Quite mean luh, but still. In two years it'll be my turn to be laughed at so I should just laugh all i want now. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired of blogging. Shall go do something else that's more productive. Like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116230331220520708?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116230331220520708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116230331220520708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116230331220520708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116230331220520708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/needs-new-waterbottle-i-left-my-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116222075332273655</id><published>2006-10-30T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:05:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody from Australia has been reading my blog. Who're you? Or is there just something wrong with sitemeter? Ehhhh, who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116222075332273655?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116222075332273655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116222075332273655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116222075332273655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116222075332273655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/somebody-from-australia-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116222066309437438</id><published>2006-10-30T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:04:23.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept fourteen hours today! How cool is that. Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i didn't even realise i was sick. Took me a day to connect the symptoms together and figure out i had flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna Seventeen subscription! Like, Seventeen Seventeen, not, local Seventeen. Get it? Yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom refuses to get it cause she says it's costly. GRAH! &gt;:( it's so much more interesting than the local one! Really expensive though. I only bought it a few times. Cost between five to seven dollars. SIGHHHH，why's there such a thing as shipping fees? If there wasn't, i could get clothes from Forever21 that's not found in the outlets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom refuses to tell me what she got for my birthday. That's another five days of suspense. HELLO?! I can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, patience is a virtue. WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!! *EXPLODES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just dying to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody bored and there's 2 more months. So so so dead luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it looks weird, i've been typing in the html screen. SOMEBODAYE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for tuition to start, but i know i'll regret it once it starts and start dying again for tuition to end. Why does it have to be like THIS? Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen subscription please? I'll read it till the pages are rotten, just to get your money's worth out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe for me k? Birthday present. Christmas present. Halloween present! Awwww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall go buy myself a few fishies and stare at them for hours. Then promptly overfeed them. Hahahhaahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i shall go learn cooking and make everyone LAOSAI. Cool manzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go barge into ppl's house and spend the whole day there irritating their parents and siblings and maids and dogs and cats and hamsters and fishies and ants and lizards. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been told lame jokes. More please. Contribute to the lame jokes already swimming in my head. Eheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird to breathe out. The air comes out hot. You wanna cook an egg? Come, put it in my mouth. Come back ten minutes later. I'll have a hard boiled egg all ready for you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116222066309437438?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116222066309437438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116222066309437438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116222066309437438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116222066309437438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-slept-fourteen-hours-today-how-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116202101453476995</id><published>2006-10-28T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:36:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Fort Canning in the morning with YingYing. Lydia had track. And in the end she didn't turn up AGAIN. Frustrating, frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a lot of time looking for saga seeds and didn't really find a lot. The nice nice uncle at the security booth or something said he'd keep them for me if he saw any while patrolling. I think he was super nice to me 'cause i wished him a nice day. So! Be nice to people, and they'll be nice back to you. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spent like, 2 hours, at Park Mall. Shopping? Naw, the shops there are way too posh for a poor student like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to an auntie and an uncle who had two stalls at the lift lobby. I don't even know them, okay. The uncle did magic tricks for me! Ahahaha, it was voluntary. I think he thinks i'm childish and will be easily amused, therefore he takes this opportunity to get an ego boost. No lah, can't be mean. He entertained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lydia's church, Evangel Family Church, in the evening for service. They talked about death and stuff like that. The video and drama was super touching and i teared up like 5 or 6 times. Hahaha, yeah, i'm that easily touched. I didn't notice anyone else crying! &gt;:( heartless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pastor (He didn't say his name. Or maybe i didn't catch it.) asked for people who wanted to accept Christ into their life and at first i was hesitating. Then i remembered what he said about people nowadays making their decisions on how the people around them would view them and how they would react. Basically, peer pressure, to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i raised my hand. By that time i was like crying already luh. Then a counsellor brought me up to the front and stood me right in front of the pastor. Alamak. I was on the big screen thingie. Like, oh no, everyone's watching me cry. And this time it's not one or two tears. It's like, the floodgates were opened and the tears were gushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rededicated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this seems like a good place to end, but i have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like, 5 plus. Went to some walking thing. IT WAS SUPER CROWDED! Like, seriously, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much comments lah, just, dunno. My cousins were there too and i got bullied, as per normal. They're like, four and eight. The four-year-old is SO STRONG. I really felt the impact when she pushed me. Owtch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's true you shouldn't offend women. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm back home now. Blogging after sleeping for about, an hour. I'm down to the nitty gritty. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, going out again. Send my other cousin to guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I really can't, really can't. I don't know why i feel so uncomfortable, but i just do. It's not you. It's me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't say it. No guts.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116202101453476995?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116202101453476995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116202101453476995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116202101453476995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116202101453476995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-heartless-people.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116185977228787647</id><published>2006-10-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:49:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked home from QiXuan's house just now. Through Yishun park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i was almost knocked down by a fast-moving lorry, according to QX. I can't really see through my fringe now and also, i was looking in the wrong direction. Luckily she shouted at me, but, i crossed anyway. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, slow walks through parks = self-questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, was thinking about stuff. Like, what do i see in my future? Do i want to be a really successful business woman? A homemaker? Something really artsy that i love but have to eat grass to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the long term. I mean, i started out there. Then i went on to think about short term. Realised i couldn't even come up with anything, so i quit thinking about it. (or maybe i just don't want to tell any of you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought about how sometimes i'm so quick to judge people. I think i should stop that. 'Cause somehow, everyone has a story to tell. If everybody judges everybody else, there would never be any acceptance. So the next time i start going, "ew, loser" without even getting to know a person, please someone, just remind me, okay? (: thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did i think about? I thought about how i can take it when certain people touch me but when it comes to others, i just, can't. There's no reason. Just can't that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i'm not the only one either, so, at least i'm not as freaky as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with my future. Why do some people have dreams, while others spend a lifetime wandering around, lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come some people can say, "i've got a passion for *whatever*" ? Why can't others? Do they have some inbuilt sensor that i'm lacking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of all this thinking. It's making me want to sleep. Sleeping is addictive. Like, the more i sleep, the more i need to. There's an overwhelming urge to just close my eyes and sleep. I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116185977228787647?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116185977228787647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116185977228787647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116185977228787647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116185977228787647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/walked-home-from-qixuans-house-just.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116167895478678992</id><published>2006-10-24T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:35:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Somebody Loved Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears&lt;br /&gt;And when she was happy, so was i, when she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all&lt;br /&gt;Just she and I together, like it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the years went by, I stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;And she began to drift away, I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;Still I waited for the day, when she’d say "i will always love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way,&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,&lt;br /&gt;Like she loved me, when she loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;When she loved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lyrics from a song from Toy Story 2. It's super nice but like, real sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Played it on the piano. Was sight-reading so i had a chance to read the lyrics. Almost cried luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like, when you play you can seriously imagine a toy in a corner, abandoned. And a girl comes bursting into th room, like, all hip and shit. Ignoring the toy. Whatevr, just, really saaaad ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH YA! I cut my hair! It's quite short now. Aiyerrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ends are wispy. YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn, have to go back to school tomorrow. Boring. There's like, nothing to do in school! Grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and i lost 2 earrings yesterday. And my 7-year-old necklace on saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHIT damn hope it's still somewhere around my room. Have to go look around later! &gt;:( like, hello?! I'VE BEEN WEARING IT FOR SEVEN YEARS!! GAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116167895478678992?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116167895478678992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116167895478678992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116167895478678992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116167895478678992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-somebody-loved-mewhen-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116161757127030337</id><published>2006-10-23T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:32:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About two years ago, i was going to leave my primary school. At that time i didn't know i was coming to Cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, i'm going to leave 2M'06. At this point in time, i don't know which class i'll be joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss my primary school and neither am i going to miss 2M much. Not because there were bad things that happened, or i found the class/school boring. More because i'm excited about what's happening next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better this way. It'll help me make new friends more easily, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i won't miss my class. I'll still see these people around the school. Hey, we have 2 more years together, albeit not in the same class. What's there to miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Death Note with YingYing. Lydia was supposed to go, but couldn't make it in the end ): anyway, Death Note is super nice. Go watch it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you think the ending is crap, stay till the credits have finished rolling. Yep, just, stay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going fort canning on friday to pick saga seeds! Like, YAY! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's dumb, you can just shut up. I love those things! Red and shiny. Woosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SIX MARS BARS TO EAT. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PastaMania's servings are SUPER HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at around 2plus, almost three. And i'm still pretty full, even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Penne Cabonara. It's nice. Creamy with bacon. Yum! And some italian soda thing? Order passionfruit. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new piano book! It's full of Disney songs. So, yeah, be jealous. Bye, babes! Eheeehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116161757127030337?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116161757127030337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116161757127030337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116161757127030337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116161757127030337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/about-two-years-ago-i-was-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116152765946784617</id><published>2006-10-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:34:19.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even wna get involved man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116152765946784617?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116152765946784617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116152765946784617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116152765946784617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116152765946784617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-even-wna-get-involved-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116135364677180408</id><published>2006-10-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:14:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We watched &lt;i&gt;Remember The Titans&lt;/i&gt; today. It's sooo inspirational! Like, teamwork and acceptance of others despite their differences and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love. Shan't talk too much about it cause almost everyone watched. I like Sunshine! He's super funny. And Julius. Gerry, though he looks like an ape. The two fatasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt new song during choir today, ahh, super nice! Today's choir was super slack luh. Like, spent only a short while learning &lt;i&gt;When You Believe&lt;/i&gt;, then after that lazed around doing chem holiday homework. Heh. I'm &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; hardworking, i can't believe it too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg to malaysia tomorrow! Like, for a full day. Ehehehe, at least there's gna be something to do other than laze around the whole day. I wna see fireflies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty. The only time i ever saw fireflies up close was when i was about 9, in the Night Safari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna go to Fort Canning to pick the red seed thingies, i don't know what they're called. YingYing told me, but i forgot. Ooops, sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna pick i wna pick i wna pick! &gt;:( i want i want i want! GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody better bring me. I DON'T CARE. SOMEBODY BRING ME GO PICK THOSE RED THINGS SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks whoever does. (: Zoo has also! Though not as much, suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the excited bubbly feeling of anticipation again. I love that feeling. It makes me want to laugh. Feels so carefree. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye loves! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THREE SMILIES!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116135364677180408?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116135364677180408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116135364677180408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116135364677180408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116135364677180408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-watched-remember-titans-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116126766031629807</id><published>2006-10-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:21:00.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picking up the pieces. You'll never get me down.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since i got my first handphone at eleven, this is the first time my phone is getting confiscated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like i never exceeded, but my mom's bf finally got too irritated by my constant exceeding, that from now on, for every dollar i exceed, my phone gets confiscated for a day. Gah, irritating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gna feel so disconnected from the world for so long. There won't be that familiar heaviness in my pocket, no pulling out of my phone to check the time, no flipping it open when i see bengs in the far distance so i can pretend to be busy and not meet their eyes. No more calling people easily, meaning i can't be easily contactable. Some people would jump for joy at this, it means more freedom. I get all the freedom i need and want though, what's the point?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh, i never knew how reliant i've become on a small piece of orange and white plastic. This should be pretty cool. Learning how to survive without a phone again. Will i have to resort to carrying ten cent coins and phone cards around? There aren't even much pay phones around anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phone's gna be confiscated for fifteen days, woo, sexy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gna start on chem homework! Haha, Nicole and i were being like, i wna do chem homework! just now. So gross right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But! If we get it out of the way now, it means more time to do other stuff during the holidays! Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait. Oooo. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didja notice the new music player? You have gotta. It's humongous! I set the colors to pink and grey, like the skin, but apparently it didn't wna listen to me. I can edit it anytime, but, ah well, lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm starting to like pink. I am a color flirt! and proud of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116126766031629807?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116126766031629807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116126766031629807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116126766031629807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116126766031629807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/picking-up-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116124394288205920</id><published>2006-10-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:45:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I chose to take F&amp;N instead of another another humanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb or what? Who cares, it's the interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the results, as promised, so you can gloat. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng: A2&lt;br /&gt;Chi: B3&lt;br /&gt;Hist: C6&lt;br /&gt;Geog: B3&lt;br /&gt;Math: A2&lt;br /&gt;Science: B3&lt;br /&gt;Lit: C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two C6s for my humanities, how on earth am i supposed to take a humanity plus ss/humanity you tell me!? It's like, killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not take F&amp;N instead and pull up my L1R5. Like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For snobbish people who are ready to go like, "Oh! F&amp;N is only for people who can't study!" *smirk smirk*, think again, alright? Just, go do some reflection, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all excited again. I don't know what about. Just, a little hyped up. Thinking of the new school year, new books, new supplies, new friends, new class. Taking F&amp;N's cool in a way that you don't know what to expect cause we haven't really taken it in depth yet, so, *anticipation*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, notice anything? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a comments link! Yeah, so even if ppl spam nonsense, it won't show up on my blog. Having a tagboard makes your blog look ugly if it's spammed. A comment's link is different though. Having people spam it will just make it look like i've got lotsa comments. Ha, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh F&amp;N ahahahaha. I hope they let me in k. QiXuan thinks they'll call me up and ask me to reconsider. Blah, they should just go away. Seriously, i got myself so hyped up over F&amp;amp;N that i'm looking forward to it now and will be terribly disappointed if i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want the class to be a full class of forty. Won't be so bonded lah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to OAC. I kinda renewed my PASSION for choir yesterday. *chortles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but still, i can honestly say i enjoyed choir yesterday. Was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116124394288205920?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116124394288205920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116124394288205920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116124394288205920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116124394288205920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-chose-to-take-fn-that-im-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116099079764986001</id><published>2006-10-16T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:26:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back results today! Well, some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like OMG terrifying. Was waiting damn shit anxiously kay. WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my chinese has improved! Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, my results are okay, better than i expected, other than history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng: 88.9&lt;br /&gt;Chi: 68&lt;br /&gt;Hist: 52.5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, 52.5. That's seriously scary alright. Who cares though, it's not like i'm taking history next year. No interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaaablaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia invited me t her church next friday and i'm gna see my pri sch friend again cause she invited her too. Long story, blabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh i'm afraid to see what she's like now. I mean, the last time i saw her was about 6 months ago? And we didn't even talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad, considering the fact that we were pretty damn close during our p5 and p6 year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever. Need t do stuff for my lil cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe next friday is the last day of school! Like, ohmigosh, did my sec2 year just fly by? You've got to be kidding! Tell me you are! *i'm not*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna be fourteen soon! Oooh scary. Heh. And soon i'll be forty-one. Ehehehe, old and wrinkly. This sounds so perverse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingying says i intimidate people just by looking at them. Hah, that's crap. Who on earth has such a scary face? She seems t think i'm damn scary and intimidating and i can't remember the word she used. If you're reading this, please tell me what it is thru your blog or something. I'm anti-social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blogskin. I love shoes. I love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling nervous abt seeing her next friday. She didn't even go back to school during teachers' day. We called her and msged her but she refused our calls. Ah, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevr, gtg. Don't take care of yourselves too much. LIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116099079764986001?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116099079764986001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116099079764986001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116099079764986001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116099079764986001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-results-today-well-some.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116082504279508646</id><published>2006-10-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T04:24:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Diets. Diets make me feel in control and it's been too damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Hey, go calculate your BMI. It'll probably make you recoil in fear. "WHAT?! I'M THAT FAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, yeah, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hot girls. Do you? Yeah, everybody does. I like bimbos. I like hot bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD/VCD marathon. I've never figured out which is which even up till now. One day when they come up with like, ACD, GCD, KCD and all that shit, i'll be even more confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luuuurrrrvvvvve movies. Not the whole spending part though, that's why renting's GOOD! I just googled my name and guess what was the no.1 result?! Nicole's blog! Sexy, i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people assume i'm a guy when they look at my name? Faggots. Do i assume you're a girl just cause your name's Noel or something? Or like, Joey? Aren't they rather feminine too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG i have to get rid of my pretty green nails tonight! SHIT I TOTALLY FORGOT. That sucks big time. I love my apple green nails. OH WAIT TOMORROW IS SUNDAY WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remembered when my mom told me. Haha, loserrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to keep my pretty nails for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scheduled for a haircut and a facial. Yes! A FRIKKIN FACIAL. Like, omggggggggg. My mom's bringing me to something.. Somethingsomething, i don't remember what. I hope they don't wreck my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently discovered that my complexion functions 9842390 times better without any pimple cream whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna work at a manicure place! I love nail polishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna work at Dashing Diva &gt;:( i really really wna work there but i'm afraid i'll have to touch rough calloused feet that stink real bad. What'd i do then?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take up a job at Forever21 too. Topshop? THE PET STORE! I dont' mind any. But apparel's the best. Heh, cause then there'd always be lots of customers to keep me entertained and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Dashing Diva in Upper East Side, NYC has male manicurists? Sexy much. They wear cute pink polos. Hahahaahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning out to be a long post. Rather bimbotic too. Who cares. Say it loud and proud. "I'M A BIMBO AND PROUD OF IT". Only bimbos are good-looking, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know my class is lacking in girlie girls and i'm so dying in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasepleaseplease God, let my class next year have girlie girls. What are girlie girls? Naaaah, you don't have to know. It's between me and God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116082504279508646?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116082504279508646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116082504279508646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116082504279508646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116082504279508646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/diets.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116071116933651530</id><published>2006-10-12T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:46:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trained myself to sleep with piling and drilling going on. Can you? I bet you'd just get up and start whining that the fuckers upstairs are disturbing your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that loud actually. Maybe my hearing is just ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th. Lol, i hope you get run over by a huge lorry. Wait, i take that back, what if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with blogger's word verification shit? Who cares, ignore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116071116933651530?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116071116933651530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116071116933651530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116071116933651530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116071116933651530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/bloody-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116053729334080669</id><published>2006-10-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:37:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2006/10/assorted-rubbish.html"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; has the prettiest camera and laptop ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out out out out out. Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days till we collect our results, 16 days till i'm free from that monstrosity they call a school. It's bloody small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have 2 whole months to rot. That's the most exciting news since 893247238947 milliseconds ago. BLAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, all of you. Cows. Who? You've no idea? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate intellectually disabled people. Suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] i wna learn how to make blogskins. then i can make pretty blogskins instead of having to waste my time searching for hours, sifting through crap skins of cartoon cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna buy stuff. just stuff. lots of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna type in small letters. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want i want i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's today? oh, right, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting used to the drilling. it's like background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play mindless games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my fingers. i hope YOU have fucking fat fingers. and then you'll never be able to find a job that requires you to type stuff 'cause then your boss would complain that you type too slowly cause your fingers are too fucking fat. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with anorexia anyway? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't making sense is it? too bad, fatfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now fuck off. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116053729334080669?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116053729334080669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116053729334080669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116053729334080669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116053729334080669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/xiaxue-has-prettiest-camera-and-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116045790945267835</id><published>2006-10-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:25:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KNN i have a fucking retarded neighbour who has been drilling for the past TWO hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i have nothing against retards ok. It isn't even their fault in the first place. But WTF. This bastard drills for fun i tell you. Fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presses the lift button like 98538475 times and repeatedly checks his watch. Ok, whatever. Not his fault. I JUST HATE MY NEIGHBOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE A LAO LIAN FOR A NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR! ^@#*&amp;^*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think they're using TWO drills upstairs. I hear multiple drills, chairs being knocked around things being dropped. I WISH THEY'D MOVE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i wish i can move out. I'll move to.. I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna move to England. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116045790945267835?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116045790945267835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116045790945267835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116045790945267835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116045790945267835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/knn-i-have-fucking-retarded-neighbour.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116040695591961031</id><published>2006-10-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:15:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEYUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross, my tagboard's been defaced by cowardly vandals with outlandish names. Totally spoils the look of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SWITCHING BACK TO XANGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have nice emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are over. Geog was pretty ok, studied over the weekend. Yeah, studied. Didn't know how to do the last few questions though. Ended up writing crap and i don't dare to double check with the textbook. HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants* xanga xanga xanga xanga xanga xanga xanga xanga xanga *chants*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116040695591961031?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116040695591961031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116040695591961031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116040695591961031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116040695591961031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/eeyuch.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-116023848322176578</id><published>2006-10-08T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:28:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's there to do after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've built my life around studying and sleeping. One can get sick of sleeping after awhile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. OMG. I'll throw away my stuff. Starting monday afternoon. It's gonna be "dump, dump, dump, dump, what's the point of keeping this? throw, dump, thrash, needa new trash bag, useless stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-116023848322176578?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/116023848322176578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=116023848322176578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116023848322176578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/116023848322176578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-there-to-do-after-exams-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115978603242116406</id><published>2006-10-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:47:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bear the weight, so you can be happy and prance around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abuse me, shoving me roughly, not caring even when i get slammed into walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make use of me when you need me, toss me aside when you no longer have any uses for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at yoshi today. AM EXTREMELY SATISFIED. Though it's a little more expensive than what i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt my lesson, shall eat students' meal next time. AHHHHHCHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, i wish, i wish, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, *psst* i think having a boyfriend at this age is a waste of time, money and resources. I don't know what resources,  just decided to add it in. Seriously, it is a waste of time. SO! If any guy asks you to be his girlfriend, haha, reject him, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's seriously serious, he'll wait till the both of you are more mature and stuffs, instead of now. I mean, what with the heavy workload, long school hours and other responsibilities you already have to shoulder, do you seriously think you have time for a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can manage my time well.. My boyfriend/girlfriend can help me with my problems.." blablabla. Shut up about that already. Did you consider that if you are having problems with your relationship, you will not be able to juggle your other responsibilities well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already survived ten odd years without a &lt;em&gt;stead&lt;/em&gt;, i don't see why you can't make it thru the next few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think this is sour grapes, you can jolly well think again. And again. And again. And again. 'Cause i think you are so fucking dumb, you need to go through the thought process zillions of times before you can form a proper opinon. (: it's ok love, it's ok to be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the what am i question? I'll tell you the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. A. Trolley! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115978603242116406?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115978603242116406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115978603242116406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115978603242116406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115978603242116406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-bear-weight-so-you-can-be-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115883013814284793</id><published>2006-09-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:15:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, english exams are tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOFUCKINGMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i not feel nervous? Why am i not panicking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG this is seriously bad, like, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?! It's the final paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at that word makes me feel sick. Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg off to do chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115883013814284793?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115883013814284793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115883013814284793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115883013814284793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115883013814284793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-english-exams-are-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115867152309919727</id><published>2006-09-19T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:13:17.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt just came back from HK and there's presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload pictures tomorrow. Super lazy now. Need to go do some random math paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm happy. *smiles damn gleefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry it has to be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115867152309919727?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115867152309919727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115867152309919727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115867152309919727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115867152309919727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-aunt-just-came-back-from-hk-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115858012704938335</id><published>2006-09-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:05:21.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought 3 was a crowd? What about seven? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys from St. Andrews are so attention-seeking. They sing weird songs too. Like, "7 cedars sitting on the bus. 2 cedars getting down. now 5 blue cedars sitting on the bus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn funny you can't help but to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is they were sitting in the back row and i was sitting right in front of them. They wanted to pull my hair. OMG i was damn scared. They're rather stupid actually. If you wna pull a person's hair, you don't go, "eh, pull the hair", "you pull lah!", "haha, don't want la." (DAMN LOUDLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this stupid fat bus uncle in 812. He kept pressing his ass against my elbow. I felt so bloody fucking violated. Like, what if he's getting some perverse pleasure out of someone's elbow touching his behind, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehnehpok. So fat still want to squeeze into a small little hole. I WAS LEFT WITH A SPACE OF ABOUT 30cm BY 30cm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a cold and boring day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115858012704938335?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115858012704938335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115858012704938335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115858012704938335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115858012704938335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-thought-3-was-crowd-what-about-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115849962969893152</id><published>2006-09-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:27:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn! I saw this OMG fucking gorgeous corset at Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? They didn't have my size! S was too small, couldn't buckle at the chest and rib area. L was too large, could slip two hands in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where is M? Residing in someone elses wardrobe! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so so unfair. The salesperson said the corset's been in for about three weeks already. I didn't have piano last week, so didn't go to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before, i didn't go to Forever21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. This is so not fair. Why am i not thinner or fatter so i can fit into one of the sizes?! ): Irritating irritating pigs who bought the corset. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so WOW, ok! It's a midnight blue corset with spaghetti straps and vertical lines running down the sides and front. And the typical xxxxx kind of ribbons going down the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i see anyone on the streets wearing that corset, i'll take my penknife out and slash her corset till it's a mere shadow of what it was previously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115849962969893152?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115849962969893152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115849962969893152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115849962969893152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115849962969893152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-i-saw-this-omg-fucking-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115831182569242837</id><published>2006-09-15T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:17:05.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm craving for &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, yet i can't put my finger on it. Am i supposed to eat everything till i satisfy my craving?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be terrible. It's like eating down a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbletea? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I SUDDENLY REALISED! I want instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want something damn hot. Like, so hot it can scald your tongue. And something spicy. Yumyum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to eat at all. Nothing! NOTHING! NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instantnoodlesinstantnoodlesinstantnoodlesinstantnoodlesinstantnoodlesinstantnoodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for tuition soon. Hopefully someone will squabble with me. I like. So fun, especially if you win. Then you can give the person a triumphant look and flounce off. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORRRING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115831182569242837?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115831182569242837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115831182569242837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115831182569242837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115831182569242837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-craving-for-something-yet-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115830839152141622</id><published>2006-09-15T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:19:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneventful uneventful uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, had geog test. Like, woah. The ending part was so terribly messy, doubt Mrs. Loh can even read it. Her eyesight should be quite poor, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered that my uncle once asked me to take up wakeboarding. Haha, damn cool. But i haven't got the moolah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bloody rained again today. Dang. There goes my run. AND OMG SIYING HAS A JACK RUSSELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115830839152141622?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115830839152141622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115830839152141622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115830839152141622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115830839152141622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/uneventful-uneventful-uneventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115814736166479862</id><published>2006-09-13T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:36:01.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks (: QiXuan and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running! Ran like halfway and couldn't go on due to blisters. Drat. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan was being damn scary today. It's like, 17 days to exams. Or is it, 17 days to the end of exams? What am i doing, blogging?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying. Yeah. Like, now. Damnshitlazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODAYE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dinner, shower, study. In whatever order i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just love muscle aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115814736166479862?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115814736166479862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115814736166479862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115814736166479862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115814736166479862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-qixuan-and-eunice_13.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115814736116581851</id><published>2006-09-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:36:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks (: QiXuan and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running! Ran like halfway and couldn't go on due to blisters. Drat. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan was being damn scary today. It's like, 17 days to exams. Or is it, 17 days to the end of exams? What am i doing, blogging?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying. Yeah. Like, now. Damnshitlazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODAYE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dinner, shower, study. In whatever order i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just love muscle aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115814736116581851?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115814736116581851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115814736116581851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115814736116581851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115814736116581851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-qixuan-and-eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115804749581483364</id><published>2006-09-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:51:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're in a bad mood, don't read blogs. Everything seems to be directed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're here thinking you'll get to read a cheery and happy my-life-is-wonderful post, it'll do you good to get out now. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can even blog properly, knowing that people will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, let's just keep this inside. Bottle it up. Yeah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115804749581483364?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115804749581483364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115804749581483364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115804749581483364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115804749581483364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-youre-in-bad-mood-dont-read-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115796143091606158</id><published>2006-09-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:57:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that the whole world is dead and you're the only survivor? I felt it just now. On my way home. Maybe it was the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain had just ended and it was pretty chilly out. Maybe it was because i was carrying a 9023498kg load bag and that made me feel sad. Maybe it was because of the wind. The wet ground. The fact that the playground was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was because my beautiful sunshine had gone to hide herself up. Come back soon, ok? I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so tranquil. So peaceful. To the extent that it was scary. I was actually afraid to take the stairs because i was afraid i would never get out of there. It just felt so, scary. Seeing that stairway leading upwards, that was familiar to me. Not hearing the boisterous shouts of the oh-my-god-i-am-damn-cool basketballers wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i saw people around me, i felt like they weren't actually there. I was hoping fervently for a noisy little kid to pop out of no where so that i would be cheered up. Or a kitten (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel that, the thinner you get, the fatter you feel? Cause i felt like &lt;strong&gt;onefatfuck &lt;/strong&gt;just now but when i got home and looked into the mirror, i saw that all was fine. I think it's the okonomiyaki. However it's spelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically flour and eggs. Gross, i know. Tastes good though. With the sauces and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qixuan told me that most of the time, anorexia doesn't happen on purpose. People out there who own blogs or xangas to write about what they ate, how fat they feel and how they wish they were thinner and stuff, i don't think they really are anorexic. You think it's damn cool to be anorexic? It isn't, ok? So stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she said that it usually starts out as an innocent skipping of meals. Like, your mom didn't cook and you're lazy to eat, so you don't. Then when you skip more meals, you kind of don't like eating and stuff. I can't remember her exact words but i know there was a part about not wanting to eat and not having the appetite even when you're hungry. Wanting to vomit when you see food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like vomiting after eating? Not on purpose. Just, you feel disgusted by the thought of what you have just eaten and you desperately want to get it out of your system. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel happy when you don't eat? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a fatfuck when you do eat? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not like eating because you think it destroys your record of not eating? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, do you, do you? I wouldn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115796143091606158?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115796143091606158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115796143091606158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115796143091606158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115796143091606158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever-felt-that-whole-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115789297148374526</id><published>2006-09-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:03:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hours in macs today, studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan just called me a nerd. Thanks ah ryan! You hurt my tender nerdy heart! ): and he thinks i'm a boy. Like, SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people kind of don't have to bother reading this again till after the exams. Cause i'm a no life nerd. Tomorrow i'm going to bishan library to study. I KNOW! HARDWORKING! LIKE, DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back. Please read this, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me damn geeky glasses please? I will wear them and tie my hair into a weird ponytail and wear funny clothes and study damn hard. And you can pop by the library to laugh at me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think you guys should love me too, because i am not a closet mugger. I post up my mugging plans for everyone to see so they can panic and start mugging too. 'Cause i love you guys so you should mug then we can go have fun after the &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; lovely exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE, DIONNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fear closet muggers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115789297148374526?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115789297148374526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115789297148374526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115789297148374526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115789297148374526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-spent-eight-hours-in-macs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115760570655514131</id><published>2006-09-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:08:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To a certain someone who doesn't read this:&lt;/em&gt; Stop calling me when you're feeling down or depressed, ok? I am not being cold-hearted. I just feel that you are only making use of me to solve your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even talk to me normally. It doesn't mean that because i solved your problems once, i will do it again. Heck, i didn't even know what i was talking about. Just spouting some counsellor-type of rubbish in the hope that i could make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me and telling me, "i'm depressed", "i'm drinking", "i cut myself last night", "i've problems with my stead", "i want to die". Stop acting noble and shit and asking me, "are you busy? if you are i won't trouble you". STOP IT, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a paid counsellor. I am not your diary. Do not use me to pour out your woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if you were a good friend of mine. But who are you to me? Just my primary school friend's ex-boyfriend! We've never even met before, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of your frequent calls. Don't call me anymore. I FUCKING AM NOT INTERESTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Love, Dionne (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this only applies to one person)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115760570655514131?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115760570655514131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115760570655514131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115760570655514131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115760570655514131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-certain-someone-who-doesnt-read.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115746485164182562</id><published>2006-09-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:00:51.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>Fuck school, fuck homework, fuck studies, fuck closet muggers, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, please help me. I pray that i can be a nerd who loves homework wholeheartedly and squeals with excitement at the thought of exams. I pray that i can be a cheena person who loves chinese homework such as ban yue ji, pray that i can enjoy school because I CAN LEARN EXCITING AND ENRICHING THINGS! Thank you Lord. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, DIONNE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115746485164182562?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115746485164182562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115746485164182562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115746485164182562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115746485164182562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-world.html' title='FUCK THE WORLD'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115746307558337486</id><published>2006-09-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:31:16.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, i'm dionne's guest blogger of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you excited? yeah, i'm not as interesting as dionne here, who smells hats and then tell people it smells... hatty. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so today we went "studying". righttt. some fat ass moron abdullotif went to spoil my day. the stupid guy rang me up and then i screamed 'WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT' into the phone and i had those stupid arhhbEnngx` laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever okay? at least i don't stoop so low to smoking marlboros, taking fugly twiiitiishx pictures in bad lighting to hide my fugliness, and then fight with people thinking i am damn garang and courageous when actually, i am a big fat ass coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, fishballs are so fun to watch. they go boing boing boing down the stairs. hahahaha. roll into a ball and flick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i had enough of blogging already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PEOPLE I'M GOING TO OPEN A BAND BLOG USING DIONNE'S ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANNA ACCESS, ASK DIONNE/JOLYN FOR PASSWORD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jolynn washh herre tuudaexx`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-dumpliingx lurbbezxz mo0nniex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115746307558337486?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115746307558337486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115746307558337486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115746307558337486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115746307558337486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-im-dionnes-guest-blogger-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115745174962872805</id><published>2006-09-05T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:22:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people think i'm weird when i say i like to know what people smell like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you like knowing? When you are talking to people online, don't you want an image in your mind?! And isn't it better if you know what they're wearing and what they smell like so you can picture them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it's like talking to the laptop. That's such a waste of my time i might as well go talk to the wall. It's the same every holiday you know. I spend so much time alone at home, i get sick of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i don't like talking to people online and meeting them &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; that. It's like, i already have an impression of the person, and when i meet them for the first time, i have to adjust that impression and it's rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i initially liked the person then decided i dislike him/her after meeting them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a superficial bitch ok. I mean, sometimes you just never expected the person to stink so much, or to sound so gross, or to be so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when i'm talking to my friends online and they make some kuku comment, i can picture their kuku expression to go along with that comment. I can picture them laughing. ISN'T THAT BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time if i tell you, "smell yourself. what do you smell like?", please just do it to satisfy my curiousity. It feels so weird to be talking to some blank, smellless, emotionless, lookless, soundless.. &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE, DIONNE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115745174962872805?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115745174962872805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115745174962872805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115745174962872805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115745174962872805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-people-think-im-weird-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115737568190140934</id><published>2006-09-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:41:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="927" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/282p7gm.jpg" width="1021" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="915" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/282qgau.jpg" width="1069" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="922" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/282qj3a.jpg" width="1152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="931" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/282qsfq.jpg" width="1106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="985" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/282qsxw.jpg" width="1192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="992" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/282qt6h.jpg" width="1058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i an uber cute child or what? Oh man, i think i was and still am damn cute. Call me egoistic, i don't really care, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i was somewhat silly. Started walking at 11 months and instead of learning it slowly, like, crawling, walking a few steps and stopping, my mom said i stood right up and started walking. Problem was, i didn't know how to stop. So i kept walking damn fast and walked straight into a wall and promptly stopped walking and started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the baby walker, i loved playing with that. So there was a balcony in our house and i was playing with the walker. The obvious thing that will happen next is that i fall over the ledge. And, duh, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i insisted tomato was matoto. A typical conversation between me and my mom would be something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne: See, matoto.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, it's to-ma-to.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne: Ma-to-to&lt;br /&gt;Mom: TO-MA-TO&lt;br /&gt;Dionne: Matoto matoto matoto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who won? Me, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dionne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115737568190140934?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115737568190140934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115737568190140934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115737568190140934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115737568190140934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/was-i-uber-cute-child-or-what-oh-man-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/282p7gm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115728848876175055</id><published>2006-09-03T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T06:01:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i sold tulips today, for tulip hearts day 2006. The tee shirt is extremely cute! And before you start saying, "i bet you only sold like, 3", I SOLD ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN TULIPS! At least ten people refused to take the tulips from me ok, so it should be a hundred and twenty-one! That's like, $142.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne raised $42 for the Children's Cancer Foundation. YAY. Did you? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy bought $50 worth of tulips from me! That's like, 25. So i approached this bunch of people, and they told me they already bought tulips at kallang. Then one of them told me to ask the guy who donated $50 previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to him and did the stupid would you like to donate talk and started going, "please please please, please? please la, please please.." and his friends were like, "small girl, give lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I GOT FIFTY DOLLARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i realised is that the people you expect to donate, the people who are dressed very very nicely, they don't donate. The people you don't really expect to donate, they do. This just goes to show that you shouldn't judge people by the way they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i wanted to say something but forgot about it totally cause i got distracted by &lt;a href="http://stinkandspill.stomp.com.sg/forums/poll.php?do=showresults&amp;pollid=29"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Cedar's uniform is leading by about 400 votes currently. We're being voted for the coolest uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like, so cool. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! VOTE OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and please buy tulips from me. i bought some extra home. People who were supposed to go support me and didn't, i'll make you buy. YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115728848876175055?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115728848876175055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115728848876175055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115728848876175055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115728848876175055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-so-i-sold-tulips-today-for-tulip.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115703522626435102</id><published>2006-08-31T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:40:26.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SORRY</title><content type='html'>I'm damn sorry i was an asshole, ok? But hey, nobody can do without an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i guess at this point of time, an asshole is pretty redundant, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking nonsense! I'm damn sorry ok? SORRY I SUCK LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going jamming tomorrow and i'm damn scared i'll feel damn left out. It's quite stupid to broadcast my feelings out here, isn't it? But not many people read this anyway, so by the time it's read i'll probably feel much better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bring my imaginary friend, Travis, along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 more weeks to exams. I should mug. And then i'll reward myself well. Like, damn well. That's only if i get good grades though. If i get F9s, i should be banished to the toilet to scrub toiletbowls for eternity. And at the same time, some fat sumo will be sitting on me. Is that bad enough a punishment for a disgusting person like ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jolyn's primary school today. HUA MIEN PRIMARY. Why is it Hua Mien? I thought it's Hua Min? Ok whatever. I think her friend is cute. SHUT UP DIONNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going up. Down. Up. Down. Up. DOWN DOWN DOWN. What if it never goes up again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me. Stop the bloody thing and let me get off! I'd much rather be in a hot air balloon where i'll always be up and free to go where the wind brings me. I'd be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MAKING NO SENSE. NOBODY READS ANYWAY, SO FINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115703522626435102?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115703522626435102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115703522626435102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115703522626435102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115703522626435102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115666707482871431</id><published>2006-08-27T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:24:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew how important he was to me, until he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my fault. I didn't spend enough time with him. I should have washed his cage 45 times a day to make sure there wasn't any germs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have forced him to eat 25 million vitamin pills a week so that he would be healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed the water in his waterbottle more so that he has super fresh and sparkling water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have given him more fruits and vegetables so that he would have lots of fibre and he could shit more so he wouldn't have indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have forced him to bathe more so he would be cleaner and when he is cleaner and nicer smelling, he would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO'S DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115666707482871431?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115666707482871431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115666707482871431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115666707482871431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115666707482871431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-never-knew-how-important-he-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115193508918221179</id><published>2006-07-03T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:58:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M EXHAUSTED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Paul Twohill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="1251" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/16jeq29.jpg" width="1421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, right? Even sexier in real life. Come find me tomorrow in the 2M classroom! I'll sign autographs xD Nah, that's me. Like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="1076" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/16jeves.jpg" width="1284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, real Dionne! Heh. Was supposed to be doing homework but ended up playing with Ying'er's phone. The game's real fun okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running around Orchard at like, 3.30? When i say run, i really mean &lt;strong&gt;RUN. &lt;/strong&gt;Ying Ying's much taller than me which means her legs are longer. Therefore, i have to run to keep up with her. We were totally lost. Such losers, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to orchard every weekend and so does she but we still got lost. The only place i know well is the Takashimaya area and the Specialist mall area. Oh, and DFS and Far East. I guess it's cause i usually follow my mom around blindly, so i don't remember how to get to where i want to get to. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn. Need to go shower. Ahhh, i stink anyway, running around in long sleeves. BLACK TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue this tomorrow and go reply Ying Ying and go shower and.. heh heh heh.. SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115193508918221179?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115193508918221179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115193508918221179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115193508918221179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115193508918221179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-exhausted-went-out-with-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/16jeq29_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115095392467109053</id><published>2006-06-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:25:24.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've &lt;span &gt;decided to leave my hair back long. Ever since i entered Cedar in 2005 my hair's been getting &lt;strong&gt;shorter&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shorter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shorter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a fringe. Don't like my current fringe which i sweep towards the side. What's the point then? I shall cut my fringe short x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF I LOOK TOOT AND CHEENA?! Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please reccomend me&lt;/span&gt; a good hairdresser who listens to my opinion for once?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, nobody ever reads this anyway. Hah. And even if they do, they show no indication of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i saw super lots of nice shirts on &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com"&gt;Forever21's website&lt;/a&gt; but the stupid website didn't allow me to take the pictures! Like, mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QianYun's doing a blogskin for me! Haha, i always rely on the lovelies around me to do my blogskins. Heh. Badbadbad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i said already that i'm looking forward to school in a sicko way? Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i'm worried about is my homework. I still have tons. Totally wasted my homeworking mood yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently stucked onto english songs. Haha, it's been like this for years. I started out liking english songs, then i liked chinese. Then english. Chinese. Now it's back to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why people like living in their own fantasy worlds, without caring about what's going on around them. I know why. Don't you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try being isolated and friendless. Then you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times i went out with anybody from school this june hols: 2&lt;br /&gt;Person: Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not anybody from my class. Can't wait for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more terms. 100 schooling days. minus the public holidays, hopefully it's about ninety days. I can do ninety days man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i already have a plan for future holiday jobs. It's much better than working at Macs, Starbucks, Coffeebean, BK, bookstores, cd stores, what have you. My plan is so going to work I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna reveal what I have in mind. Heh, less competition then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i'm going to leave Singapore. Yes. I will. Don't worry, i won't leave for good. I'm going to come back to mock you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115095392467109053?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115095392467109053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115095392467109053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115095392467109053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115095392467109053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-decided-to-leave-my-hair-back-long.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115088640890892817</id><published>2006-06-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:40:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Seriously need to grow taller so that people will stop bullying me on the MRT. It's terrible how the aunties just pretend as though i'm not there and they push so hard till i get squeezed out of my spot and they're standing right where i was 2 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OIE! I paid MRT fare so i have a right to stand there! GO AWAY! stupid smelly shits. Should watch the way they snatch seats too. It's amusing and helps to pass time while on the ridiculously slow train. GRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has to do with my height and my face. The aunties don't seem to think i have a fierce face as compared to my peers, who always go like, "smile! why so fierce?". SHIT I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP TO BE AN AUNTIE!! I'M GONNA MIGRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to dance. I shall persuade my mom that i'm capable of waking up at 11 and getting to dance class in time, at 1. Then rushing back at 2 for tuition which starts at 3.30. Yes yes yes, i can do it &lt;s&gt;lah&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on i shall attempt to cut out my singlish. Please smack me if i use singlish. Or fine me ten cents. Oh wait, don't fine me. I'd rather be smacked than lose my entire allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;s&gt;ah&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115088640890892817?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115088640890892817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115088640890892817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115088640890892817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115088640890892817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-115043424540767508</id><published>2006-06-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:04:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like what, 9 days more till school reopens and i've only done less than 10% of my work?! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to start working furiously. don't wna owe any more work this term, it's stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everybody's trying to invade my privacy. oh phooey. go away already. can't you see i don't like it? grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-115043424540767508?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/115043424540767508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=115043424540767508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115043424540767508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/115043424540767508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-what-9-days-more-till-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114949306746917803</id><published>2006-06-05T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:37:47.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i haven't been updating. heh, i'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just super lazy alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. one week of the holidays is gone! that's like, super fast. and i haven't even gone out. not a single day. oh man. so loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest things about blogs is that when they're new, they're updated like, almost everyday. but as time wears on, the blogs only get updated when the people writing them are nagged to. haha. stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i bother with this. oh yeah, i forgot. i like seeing my words. eh, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my cousin's going for this 6mth guitar course thing and she brought her guitar home on saturday. i've been hogging it since then despite not knowing how to play the guitar. lol! just playing around with random tunes, figuring out random songs. so silly lah! i went to play the jewel in the palace song on the guitar xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's kinda hurting to the fingers. will wearing plasters help? someone please tell me! fooling around on the guitar is rather addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOEEEYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random highness. school's quite good for me actually. lazing around at home just builds up my craziness and i get high randomly. seriously! at least in school i can take out my excess energy on my partner or my friends or something. oh wait. friends? LOL. what friends? bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i'm losing contact with lots of people. think i'm gonna be some super sad loser lah. nevermind. who cares! i have my familyyyyyy x) they're great ok. seriously. haha, i wonder why some people can go like, "i hate my family! they suck!" blahblah.. learn to cherish them, man! at least your families are like, complete? i hope they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never even gotten a chance to meet my grandpapa ok! and like, my dad. i was far too young when my parents got divorced that my dad's like, totally wiped out from my memory. but i'm happy! i'm happy with my mom. lol, she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many people can say they're moms are cool lah. AHHHH!!! I LOVE MY MOMMY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical conversation between us would be something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dionne: eh, that woman's shoes super ugly.&lt;br /&gt;mom: yeah, her hair also&lt;br /&gt;dionne: we're super bad. every weekend we laugh at people&lt;br /&gt;mom: but really very ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dionne: can you please stay hip? like, don't turn into an auntie ok&lt;br /&gt;mom: OF COURSE! i can't imagine! i'd be super scared to be an auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA. i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like some post dedicated to my mom -.-" lol. okok, HOMEWORK TIME. i'm a good girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114949306746917803?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114949306746917803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114949306746917803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114949306746917803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114949306746917803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-so-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114830361469894094</id><published>2006-05-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:13:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've paid my dues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time after time I've done my sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But committed no crime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bad mistakesI've made a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had my share of sand kicked in my face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've come through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the champions - my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we'll keep on fighting - till the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the champions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the champions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No time for losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause we are the champions - of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've taken my bows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my curtain calls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it I thank you all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's been no bed of roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No pleasure cruise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I consider it a challenge before the whole human race &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I ain't gonna lose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the champions - my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we'll keep on fighting - till the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are the champions -We are the champions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No time for losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause we are the champions - of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU CATS! I REALLY DO! I MISS EMPOWER U ALREADY! STAY MOTIVATED DARLINGS! WE'LL KEEP IN TOUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114830361469894094?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114830361469894094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114830361469894094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114830361469894094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114830361469894094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-paid-my-dues-time-after-time-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114793973571053480</id><published>2006-05-18T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:24:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post exam is damn boring. we had some funny james person coming in to talk about study skills. anyway, haha, he is super entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just doesn't get annoyed, no matter what you say. i think ah, he's just acting lah. anyway, he showed us some uber funny vids. laughed until i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, have fun laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2rZxCrb7iU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw sabrina on the bus! oh and, before that, i saw a st nic's bitch. ok, she was walking towards the seat, then she saw 2 st nic's ppl and she rolled her eyes at them, so i am assuming that she is their senior, cause they made the unhappy face at her back. then she sat there in the OUTER seat being all bitchy and prissy and like, not moving in. SELFISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that when sab got down the bus, she bumped into the girl accidentally. and she rolled her eyes at sab too. like, sab is so freaking light please! she's SO small and skinny! it couldn't have hurt that much ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you're so high and mighty? you have no rights to be mean to sab ok, because you have fat calves. YUCKS. sab has the slimmest calves ever. grahhhh.. mean woman mean woman mean woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! i forgot to mention, i got my phone back! but the lousy pok repair people didn't repair my phone speakers!! ): i need to send it back! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114793973571053480?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114793973571053480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114793973571053480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114793973571053480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114793973571053480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-exam-is-damn-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114787708561494452</id><published>2006-05-17T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:44:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got like, c5 for chinese this year. please congratulate me. it's an improvement! last year was c6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have 3 As, 2 Bs and 3 Cs. so, yeah. that's all i remember. too busy watching macbeth and lazing all over the hall floor. it's freezing cold in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TL henna woman screwed up me and jedi's hand. asshole. luckily we asked her to draw on the inside. i'll be hiding my palms for the next few weeks. looks like shit. smells like shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bye loves! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114787708561494452?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114787708561494452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114787708561494452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114787708561494452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114787708561494452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-like-c5-for-chinese-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114768776426797462</id><published>2006-05-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:16:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cut my hair! a total of 6 people said i look more feminine with this hairstyle. haha, the truth is, i don't like it, at all. really. it sucks, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate stubborn hair stylists! my hair is like, lopsided. i was telling the guy that it's longer on the left side, and he was like, no lah! where got! then he didn't wna cut anymore. asshole. now &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; have to live with the shit hairstyle, not him. oh wait, it's not even a hair&lt;em&gt;style&lt;/em&gt;. it's just a hair&lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating shit. i feel like cutting again, but i'm afraid it'll do even more damage. and like, haircuts cost money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is lopsided!! ): i do not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was choir today and i was all ): about it the whole day. and turns out they just asked us to go so that we could vote for choir tee designs and also to check if our gowns need alteration. THEY SHOULD HAVE TOLD US! i had to waste time and space bringing that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fugly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thing. i could have just tried it on at home and told you that i needed no alterations whatsoever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm irritated cause of my hair, ok. don't annoy me any further by saying, "eh, your hair ah, like shit". actually, that hasn't happened yet. a few people said they like it. haha, maybe i have weird taste. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic baby, jem bruff you ok. i'm not kinky. he started it! really. make him check his chatlogs. anyway, haha, i shall put the jokes up here. if you have a tendency to go EEEEEE! at "dirty" jokes, stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do guys fart louder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they have a microphone and two speakers between their legs! :D haha, funny? FUNNY?! i think it's damn funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A China girl visiting New York went into a worldwide message center wanting to send an urgent important message to her mother in China. The Italian guy at the counter told her it would cost around US$100. She exclaimed, " I don't have that kind of money, but I will do anything to get a message to my mother in China!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian smiled, arched an eyebrow and asked, "Anything?" Yes, I promise.. anything! " she said. With that, the Italian said, " Follow me." He led her to the next room and said, "Come in and close the door". " Get down on your knees!" he ordered. She did. " Unzip me !" he said. She did. Then he said, " Go on.. take it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did and grabbed it with both hands excitedly. The Italian closed his eyes and &amp;amp; whispered, " Go ahead girl, what are you waiting for?" Ms China girl slowly brought her lips closer and said loudly, "Hello....hello Ah Ma!!!..can you hear me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! we're going concert on sunday! it's a bit last minute. like, they think we have no plans? but whatever, i shall buy the new tops i've been wanting. do you know what my mom said to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mom looking at me for a super long time* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dionne: what?! why are you looking at me?!&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh, nothing. i think you should buy new clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i love my mom! she used to force me to go out, like, in the holidays. she was like, "not going out today? go out lah! don't always stay at home! now she makes me buy clothes. hahaha! GOODGOODGOOD. i shall go this saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE, BABY! wna go shopping? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114768776426797462?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114768776426797462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114768776426797462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114768776426797462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114768776426797462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/cut-my-hair-total-of-6-people-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114733726401627570</id><published>2006-05-11T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:47:45.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! i'm annoyed cause i have alot to blog about. and i still haven't shifted the sports day pics! nevermind, ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sexy gay bestie! x) haha, went out with nic dear yesterday and i decided at swensen's that i wanted a gay bestie and he has to be hot(duh!), eurasian, nice, gay! oh and haha, being rich is a plus factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my lovely gay bestie at cine! he was at some restaurant and i saw him while going up the escalator. so i told nic baby and she was like, "he's chinese lah" then i said, "no! see! his hair! and his eyes! and his nose! and his mouth!" cause at this point of time i was too excited to talk in proper sentences already. anyway, whatever is here isn't very accurate cause i don't really remember what i talked yesterday. she wanted to take a photo but i didn't let her. NONONO! haha! that's wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, haha, thanks justin! you're the only one who thinks i'll ever see my gay bestie again! other people just go like, "haha, too bad. you'll never see him aain." ): pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we're going kbox tomorrow! haha, we are kbox virgins so we are going to devirginize our kbox selves tomorrow. but so far nobody else can make it! only me and nic baby. ): nobody wants to go out with us? i mean, like, HELLO?! it's US you know?! grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall put a password on my blog. but passwords on blogger are apparently lanpok and easy to hack. that's shit. but diaryland's hard to use and nobody's helping me with my stupid html shits. so i shall just go back to using blogspot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please tell me if you wna go kbox tomorrow and i shall decide if you're nice enough to come. xD KIDDING LAH! PLEASE GO! MORE PEOPLE = MORE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and anyway, yingying, i decided not to get that wallet anymore. i thought it was white and gold but apparently, my memory failed me. it's black and gold. so! ahaha, tell lingyu and her mysterious present receiver not to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114733726401627570?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114733726401627570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114733726401627570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114733726401627570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114733726401627570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-im-annoyed-cause-i-have-alot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114664652995129008</id><published>2006-05-03T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:55:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol, terribly sorry for changing blogs over and over again. now i shall run off to inform people of the new blog add. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall try to move the sports day post over here where the pictures can be resized to something resembling a normal picture instead of gigantic thingies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114664652995129008?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114664652995129008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114664652995129008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114664652995129008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114664652995129008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol-terribly-sorry-for-changing-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21284611.post-114172354306121569</id><published>2006-03-07T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:25:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, hello! Ok, i know i'm terrible cause i keep changing. Never mind, don't really care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted it to be unfabulous.diaryland.com but that username was taken! ): so i changed it to unglamourous :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the point of having two days off if you have to go back one of the days and do silly art photoshop crap? Damn irritating i tell you. And we went back one hour earlier for english during which i did nothing but prance around the classroom stealing sweets from ling yu and talking nonsense. Yes, i know i'm good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So looking forward to holidays! One entire week of no school. Actually that's not true. I have to go back so many days too. CHEAT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many people went east coast today. I didn't even know my friends had plans to go there. Two friends actually. Oh well, since i wasn't invited i can't do anything. :D who cares? They're bimbos. It's too hard to be normal around bimbos. After 15 minutes with them your voice starts to go high-pitched and squealy too. Woah that's scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should be in school right now but choir was CANCELLED! YAY! Haha, i love it when choir's cancelled! It means no running in choir tee and skirt(?!), no standing for hours on end, not having to worry that any second chye will ask us to sing one by one, not having to memorise scores, not having to smell smelly socky music room, not having to have sectionals. Haha! But choir's fun other than having to put up with these la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, it's getting rambly. Bah. Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME WITH THE HTML SHITTY THINGS! I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIGURE OUT A SINGLE HTML CODE! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21284611-114172354306121569?l=unglamourous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/feeds/114172354306121569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21284611&amp;postID=114172354306121569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114172354306121569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21284611/posts/default/114172354306121569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamourous.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha-hello-ok-i-know-im-terrible-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420409833839881991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
