<?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-6715296</id><updated>2011-08-12T03:16:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Serendipity*~</title><subtitle type='html'>Can Once In A Lifetime Happen Twice?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-110016393629139507</id><published>2004-11-11T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:05:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm me and kann have decided to spend our holidays playing hexic! haha. mking a tribute to hexic? i shall adore anyone whu ll play hexic with me. hehe. cos basically i ve tried playig with everyone but they don't wanna play with me:( why? its a fun game. and all the ones whu ll play with me are those extremely retarded ones like erm.. my sister, brian and nick, whu are vvvvvvvvv good and nvr die. bleah. i wanna find sumone whu sucks at it:P hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister has a new phone. its damn cun and nicer then mine. hate her. hehe. will go on a strike (i m not sure against wat but shall think of one) till i get a nicer one? haha. nvm shall not go against my mummy. she s in a bad mood with me. hehe. but i still ot to go shoppin.i want a calvin klein watch! hehe. she nearly bought me a cartier one but realised tat i would ve broken it. hmpf. i resent that! but i gots the nicest cap ever! hehe. and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ideas for strikes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hunger strike?&lt;br /&gt;but it might only last for two hours until dinner or sumthin. cos i bought caramel popcorn and i need to stuff my face with it before kate gets it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking strike?&lt;br /&gt;communicating in sign language or sumthin! haha. wait. thats as likely as snow in m sia. not talking shld be made illegal. and i do't know much sign language except for the basic pointing and shrugging and how wld i yell at kate? wave my arms to signify yells?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;it wld work bout since its holidays. erm. hehe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;god. i ll stop being ridiclous and eat my caramel popcorn and shut up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-110016393629139507?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/110016393629139507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/110016393629139507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110016393629139507' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109983445935116607</id><published>2004-11-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:34:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister has created a new version of spamming. pickling. see. its quite simple really. when some poor unsuspecting fool talks to herm she types pickle to everything they say. you haf to resort to blocking her immediantly. very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were sitting at the computers and then she was lk wat rhymes with pickle? and i was lk wat rhymes with lunch? so bascially she was trying to tickle me and i was trying to punch her. note trying. we basically sitting down and screaming and flapping our hands. trying to mencegah each other. hehe. then we tried to rolls our chairs into each other and knock each other off. very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109983445935116607?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109983445935116607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109983445935116607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983445935116607' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109973771294775912</id><published>2004-11-06T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T18:41:52.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wrote bout our sensationalized stories just now. so i m just gonna put a few paragraphs lk err teasers? ok. so its lk advertisements you know? btw, u can advertise things on my blog. five dollars a word. hehe. its an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAH ANN AND WENG SHENG FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a tale of secret love and hidden agendas (kinda)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the dawn of time (std 4), kann and weng sheng haf been feuding lk cats and dogs. he calls her 'big fat walrus' and she calls him 'skinny praying mantis'. he pokes her and yells insults insults before retreating to the safety of junners (jun kit s new and improved nickname). she goes fater him with a mineral water bottle raised and eyes ablaze. as they say, its a fine line between love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from jade's little book of class scandals:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lk it? hehe. there s more. but shall not type it. hehe. kai sheng is bugging me to put his story of him and ly on. nothing lk cheap publicity to show his true affection for her. siggh. young love. oh the immatureness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's more sensational (and we can t gurantee 100% true- weng sheng wrote it). but i shall only write a leetle bit to annoy kai sheng:D cos i m nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KC VS KS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the battle for li-yian's love-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written by weng sheng, but all the good ideas r mine:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yian shatters Kin Choong and Kai Sheng's long lasting relationship my shamelessly confessing her uncontrolable emotions towards the both of them. In our latest interview with Li-Yian, she admitted she loved the both of them and was indesicive on whu to choose. this statement has sparked controversy on their long lasting relationship forcing it to come to an abrupt end as they were entangled in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Sheng s angered was futher fuelled as Li-Yian accompanied Kin Choong to Club Med, famous for being a romantic hotspot because he too shared many romantic moments with li yian. despite their actions being secretive, their deep affection for each other still blooms obviously to the rest of two cempaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end, it all boils down to this. can kai sheng's honest dertimination and intelligence beat kin choong s shy smile and way with the laides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(summarized version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why i shall be a good author when i grow up. it is tres fantastique:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109973771294775912?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109973771294775912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109973771294775912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109973771294775912' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109970997308224899</id><published>2004-11-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:59:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was last pe of the year sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but did loads of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you see me and tara were playing handfoot ball. its when you play foot all using a handball. and we can t play football. we ended up kicking the ball across the sandy part of the field. tara cannot aim. neither can i but still. she kciked the ball all the y way cross the other end of the field and i had to run and get. not good because running makes me sweat. ugh. and i was paranoid that one of the footballer wld knock me over or sumthin. they can be vicious when it comes to the sport. i acidentally, stress on accidentally, kicked the ball into the grass and mud and ugh. tara fell once and walked thru a spider web to get it. whoops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we skipped. i know. childish but fun! we wee teaching kann how to skip. we were brilliant teachers btw. she managed to skip five times. out of the the twenty thousand times we tried. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played badminton. we put the real bad in badminton. half the game was attempts of us trying to serve and half the attempts at serving knocked into the net. if we had a net. the other quater was the shuttlecock droppin to the ground. when we played we seriously endangered the lives and heads of ppl sitting under the imaginary net. whoops? they knew the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came back from pe it was hotness. so guan was standing in fromt of the aircon perched precariously on two tables. so we all had a go. quite nice for those who arent afraid of heights. and yes the disntacne from the table to the ground is considered very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the ring on wednesday. damn it scary. when it was over, everybody (with the exception of ly whu went to the toilet, guan who guarded the door, and kann who guarded guan) had to link hands to off the tv. then me, tara and kate went up the stairs slowly. then kate tripped. then i ran up. we all screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was spent writing various scandalous articles about the couples in our class. i.e kann and weng sheng and kai sheng/kin choong and li-yian. weng sheng i have found has a serious good use for his abilities ( making stories and sensationalizing stuff). so we prepared a very scandalous article on kann and and him ( i did this bcos he refused to partake) and kai sheng/ kin choong and li-yian. kai sheng wants me to type out the article but since he has been pestering me in the most unnice way, i shall be childish and not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109970997308224899?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109970997308224899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109970997308224899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109970997308224899' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109931148581984500</id><published>2004-11-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T20:18:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KAI SHENG'S REBUTTAL:&lt;br /&gt;the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple (is that the expression? sorry my brain's gone dead after the finals. meh.) ... so here's the simple truth to all this bout me liking ly: they're all LIES! LIES and DECEIT! FABRICATED EVIDENCE woven from gossamer strands of untruths and hearsay, giving rise to notions that, frankly, couldn't be further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;here are my rebuttals to the points jade here has presented ...&lt;br /&gt;alright:&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT 2: no i did NOT make you write the debonair guide! YOU did that yourself!&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT 3: fine fine i guess this is a bit (a bit!) true, but no i don't sob! not as bad as jun kit at any rate&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT 4: that song wasn't made in camp! it was made during the jahitan project. and NO i had absolutely NO PART in it *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT 5:erm .... no i don't stalk her during lunch ... you must be hallucinating jade ... maybe you're confusing me with figments of your overactive imagination? hmmmmMMM???? at any rate your noggin isn't screwed on straight and i suggest u get someone to fix it before it gets any worse. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ... and jade ... if you DARE modify any part of that for ... ahem ... "editorial reasons" you WILL have a permanently misshapen nose and a shoeprint on your face. =D&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jade: the thanks i get for posting a looong blog hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109931148581984500?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109931148581984500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109931148581984500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109931148581984500' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109930952354309557</id><published>2004-11-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:45:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will try to make a long blog today because someone *cough*kai*cough*sheng is bugging me. but nothing happened. so wat shld i blog bout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was halloween yesterday. i m sorry but really think its really overated. the mean girl's definition: halloween is where girls can get dressed up as sluts and get away with it for that one night of the year. my definition of it is: the dangerous holidays where little kids come out to play. i mean it is bad enough tat my neighbourhood is infested with them but erm on the 31st of october, its lk a plague. a plague of little batman and robins, princess and fairies and bout a hundred spidermen. i m serious. it lk dangerous. and we din buy any candy so we were lk run into the house! very dangerous. health hazard if you ask me. i ve seen little kids get violent. very unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai sheng gv me a topic to blog about actually. his obsession with ly. i have dome serious research cos&lt;br /&gt;a) i m feeling hardworking&lt;br /&gt;b)its quite fun&lt;br /&gt;c)i ve got nothing better to do (i mean they took off charmed and buffy?! all my berfaedah show r lk gone?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he idea for this blog is lk exhibit a already right? i mean whu in their right mind wld gv me such a scandalous thing to blog about? i will get severe injuries from li yian cos of this but she s the only with an average of over 90 and we all know geniuses are a bit unstable the eq part of the brain you know? short circuited and all. i mean he KICKED MY NOSE once. i mean my nose ok. serious. it might have gone out of shape and i would haf to reconsturct it if not i d lk... ok. breathe.  anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 2 : he made me write the debonair guide. (so he cld memikat li-yian, but you didn't hear it here, he can get violent) which he nvr followed! i mean that was ten minutes of my life i shall nvr get back. urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 3: this obsession he gets when its results time. the rest of the class look happily at their eighties and eight fives and if he gets niety four and ly gets ninety five we d have to endure a whole period of sobbing and 'why? why!' genius in the mking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 4: the song we made up during camp. *clears throat. kai sheng loves leeeeeeeeeeeeeeee yian and if its quite alrgith  he needs leeeeeeeeeee yian to warm the lonely nights... it goes on and on but i will have to finish this by dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 5: kai sheng stalks her during lunch so he can tell li-yian about the baboon reproductive system or sumthin trivial lk that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they could just go on and on and on. but i forgot. erm. if guys remeber nethin tell me yea? besides his constant references to her of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i m goin to reflect on life right now. and  be deep and all. ok. if you think bout it wats the point in living? having watched the day after tmrw, i mean our globe s goin to be lk gone climate changes and all. and i don't have any winter clothes lk they so conviniently did in the event of a freak snow storm. i mean if we don't cut all the pollution and all the smoke and crap, we re gonna like menghapuskan our world in a matter of years. i wldn't mind if it was after my time, cos then its not my problem anymore tho=p lol jk jk. so yea. wats the point in living? report card day s tmrw after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109930952354309557?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109930952354309557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109930952354309557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109930952354309557' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109905818977737268</id><published>2004-10-29T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:56:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the doctor s today. my mum was relating a fairly painful embarassing child hood incident to me which i must have blocked out. u c, there s like this plastic house where little kids can go into ( yes i have been to this doctor for about 13 yrs. he has all the blackmail stories so this is why i shall nvr tell anyone his name) so when me and my sister were younger we used to go in and barricade ourselves inside the house. then all the other little four year olds would bang on the door and demand to be let in. but i wld peer cheerily out of the windows and wave before goin back to make pretend dinner on the pretend stove. kate wld glare out from her little fringe before sitting on the floor and having real dinner- her toes. so basically, we were lk little penghasuts. i mean you cldn't blame us right? we were four and two and ob not used to sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was sitting down quite peacefully on the chairs and marvelling at the bimbosity of the ppl in totally spies, please don't ask. all the tvs there were tuned to disney and nobody wld change the channel for me. well there was these three little boys, two mat sallehs and a little indian boyym who was vv cute btw hehe. anyways, the little indian boys called the two lil mat sallehs HITLER lk at the top of his lungs and lk in true siz year old style thy lunged at him. so basically. i had to wait half an hour with little kids tryin out military tactics i.e running and so called hiding behind chairs before lunging out at their opponents. they screamed lk a whole lot. the two little mat salleh kids chasing the little indian guy. but u ask me, he really asked for it. when they stopped chasing him to catch their breath, i mean he cld have just run away and gone hide in the toilets or sumthing but nooooooooooo. he had to stick his tongue out and shake his ass before running for the not so safe safety of his 'base'- this poor battered potted plant. i had to withold the urge to stick my foot and trip them. but i decided that since i found some ppl actually less mature then me, i wldn't do anything immature. so i curled up my legs and watched disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109905818977737268?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109905818977737268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109905818977737268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905818977737268' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109895775673166160</id><published>2004-10-28T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:02:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was very bored today. i am hungry. brougth my dog for a walk today. nvr bringin her again. we saw a cat and she went ballistic. it s quite funny to see a little chihuahua long haired rat looking dog go crazy about a cat triple her size. she was barking and tryin to get off her leash. so i had to scoop her up. it was lk holding a wiggly jelly bean. and she was so mad that i stopped her mauling the cat (which she ob cldn't cos the cat cls probably knock her out with a swipe of its paw) she sulked at me the whole way. she walked with her nose in the air and ignored me when i talked to her (she usually ignores me but still! i mean from a dog? pleaseeee!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mv today. was quite fun. watched two mvies. ate ten fries, coke and bought a shirt. i loved the shirt bit the best! it was on sale:D haha so jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i m hungry. i shall go down and get a peanut butter sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up again with peanutbutter on the keyboard. shooot. nxt time i shall haf jam. wait. i don't want a jammy keyboard. where s all my tissues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai sheng was triyng to demonstrate strip twister to me. green bra strap red underwear yellow tshirt. i mean they r obviosuly several flaws to this. a) guys don't wear bras. they wld haf to buy one specially b) where will they put all the clothes? i mean i m sure ppl won't appreciate uniforms chucked all over town. thnk of the wrinkles ppl? c) wat will u tell the prefects? ("erm it was hot?" is not really gonna work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109895775673166160?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109895775673166160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109895775673166160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895775673166160' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109879426835645103</id><published>2004-10-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:37:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok talent time todaay. we lost. bleah. hehe expected la. was quite fun. did i tell u cheras food rocks? haha. i lk 100 plus. very very nice drink! right? right. cos unlk its a soft drink but it dsn't stain ur teeth:) lk coke. hah! and tats how i choose my fav drinks. hehe. ok. i m ditzy. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways talent time tot i went deaf. god. please don't ever stand nxt to constance! i was freaked out cos i was convinced that my left ear drum burst! it was so scary! hehe but it lasted two seconds cos when const screamed again i realised i cld in fact hear very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid found a lizard in our toaster today. me and my sister promptly screamed and removed ourselves from the kitchen. screaming. our neighbours might thnk we re abused. hehe. then we realised something and ran screaming to the bathroom. we had eaten toast for breakfast tat morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109879426835645103?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109879426835645103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109879426835645103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879426835645103' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109862452840952937</id><published>2004-10-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:28:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haf a pimple. two in fact. on my cheek. noooooooooooooo. my life is ruined! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i thnk i haf a serious shoppin problem. just a small one tho. i haf decided to narrow it down by mking a list of wat i want and sticking to it. then no more shoppin for this year. (its nearly ending anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shirts&lt;br /&gt;     a. white/red/black/green mng off shoulder&lt;br /&gt;     b. mng gray long sleeve&lt;br /&gt;     c. nafnaf bravo light teal&lt;br /&gt;     d. any other nice shirts i may happen to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) bottoms&lt;br /&gt;     a. roxy jeans&lt;br /&gt;     b. cuuute billabong shorts!&lt;br /&gt;     c. topshop three quaters&lt;br /&gt;     d. any other nice bottoms i may happen to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) blazers&lt;br /&gt;     a. light blue suede mng one&lt;br /&gt;     b. pink tweed zara one&lt;br /&gt;     c. red topshop one&lt;br /&gt;     d. dark blue mng one&lt;br /&gt;     e. denim topshop one&lt;br /&gt;     f. brown stripey topshop one&lt;br /&gt;     g. any other nice labzer i may happen to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) shoes&lt;br /&gt;    a. converse. which rock.&lt;br /&gt;    b. any other nice shoes i may happen to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this list is inexclusive of any christmas or bday presents which i may want.&lt;br /&gt;  correction : which i &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little kids in church shld be banned.&lt;br /&gt;a) we might squash them flat as they are short and our shoes are big&lt;br /&gt;b) we might trip them because our legs are long and they r short and cannot see far ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly&lt;br /&gt;c) they might trip us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf seen my sunday school concert dance thingie. very very very erm lame? i m sorry. i kno but they re all very unsynchronized and do things half heartedly its lk omg ppl wake up!! i wish i cld demonstrate how they turn and circle their hands here. but i can't. its extremely hilarious. i am thankful i didn't join it. fine. i shall be nice (since i went shoppin today and bought so many gorgeyfied stuff u kno?). they had a very original idea of shuffling on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109862452840952937?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109862452840952937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109862452840952937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109862452840952937' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109853521756325034</id><published>2004-10-23T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:40:17.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being pressured to update as usual. hehe. well i shall be very nice and update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bsc today. was goin to use the bathroom so i rolled up my jeans cos i din want my very very very nice new roxy( vvvv nice! sale! lolx) to be cleanin the floor (seriosu hygeine issues). then i saw this little girl comin out of a stall rollin down her jeans. it was really funny1 altho i&lt;br /&gt;thnk u d haf to be there. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been vegitating here since four. i thnk i shall haf to drag my butt down to watch some tv. i m hungry. and hot. and bothered. where s my aircon remote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109853521756325034?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109853521756325034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109853521756325034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109853521756325034' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109843276990284873</id><published>2004-10-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:12:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am teaching kai sheng how to be debonair.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall write him a guide so he can refer to  it whenever possible and i hope it might change him for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade s guide to debonairness (according to me) &lt;dedicated&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; you shld slick ur hair bck with grease and introduce urself with uttermost style. i.e my name  is kai. kai sheng. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wear ur blazer and tie constantly, even durin pe. ur shorts will add a very retro twist to the whole outfit. says me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when eating out, choose the most expensive thing on the menu and offer to pay for everyone. two minutes before the bill's due, excuse urself to the bathroom, stay there for twenty minutes and then come out. the bill shld be taken care of. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use words that no one can understand lk erm putsch. u don't need to understand either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be james bond lk. hide behind pillars and dash out to the next one, pretend gun in hand. u will attract a lot of weird looks but hey! ur on a secret mission right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;see? i m a genius no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today had literary day. i din kno we had to wear make up. tres sucky. dance prac was quite nice. hmm lots of calories burned. mervyn gave me his football jersey! very nice! hehe.. nick was sitting down trying to kick me and he kicked my shirt. so me and kristyn were trying to pull him of this 'throne' (a bunch of plastic chairs stacked sky high) so we were tugging his legs and suddenly the whole thing collapsed and kris, nick and me hit the ground with a very loud thump. poor nick. he hit bottom first. oh well nvm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109843276990284873?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109843276990284873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109843276990284873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109843276990284873' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109827285329380558</id><published>2004-10-20T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T19:47:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god i m so hungry. need to eat erm green tea haagen dez ice cream, ben and jerry s one sweet whirled ice cream, pasta, peanut butter, butternut (watever tat is sounds nice), fries (they're french! lol) and erm basically lots of food? anyways i m so hungry i cld die! i m feeling all light headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cld b bcos of sc tuition. i am still forced to go. thats two hours of my life i will nvr get back. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was choosen to sing the pantun joget pahang. had to sing it three million times. over and over again. i.5 million i was pestering everyone who had to teach me the tune. the other 1.5 million times i had to teach po leen whu is my new duet partner after a very disastrous incident in the hall. i was bscially forced into singing this (if not pn zainab wld hate me forever and no one wants tat) so i just learnt it and not sure of the tune and stuff and i was shoved into the hall and a microphoned was pressed into my hands and i was forced to sing immediatly. so basically i had to sing very very softly to minimize embarassment factor while pn zainab bellows the song abve me. the joy of participating in literary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109827285329380558?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109827285329380558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109827285329380558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109827285329380558' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109816249914839368</id><published>2004-10-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:08:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was very funny was goin down to break with tara then suddenly this line of cute little boys intercepted me. excuse me! i said in a very very polite tone while trying to seperate two little midgets bout 20 inches in height. then suddenly midget 1 looked at me and screamed. as in a lion territorial scream,eyes scrunched up in effort and lips curled into a snarl. i nearly died. i did the only logical thing i cld do. i screamed right back. he was a bit shocked so tkin the op i separated him and his little fren and ran before midget2 decided to scream as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go shopping. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109816249914839368?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109816249914839368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109816249914839368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816249914839368' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109802118220544358</id><published>2004-10-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:53:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping is very relaxing and i have discovered a hidden talent i nvr knew i had. i m fantastique navigator of shopping malls. i only got lost once! hah! but tat was near the end and i was tired so tat was an excuse.  we ran round the whole 1u naviagated by me trying to fit as many shops before the mvie. very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty euphoric with my new found talent and just as i was exclaiming i rule i dropped my bag and kann had to pick it up for me very funny. i was spinning round as kann tried to hand me my bag. i am finally good at something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109802118220544358?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109802118220544358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109802118220544358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109802118220544358' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109766479580711893</id><published>2004-10-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:53:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have decided for sumone very smart li-yian is not exactly smart. was talkin to her via kah ann and i told her i was hungry and wanted chocolate macroons. cos they sound nice. cos they sound lk meringues (if thats how u spell it) and they re nice, all sugar. then i asked her wat macroons were. and she sed she said they were mushrooms. we then had a very intelligent debate on wat a macroon is. even me, with my umm not so smart ideas about stuff, know that they're some kind of cake or sumthing. they ARE some kind of cake aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, speaking of intelligent debates, me and a fren who shall remain anon cos erm she is kind of very generous (ie atm machine) and i wldn't want to risk offending her, were having a vair vair interesting discussion on disney movies and their influences. for example: having watched aladdin i made my mum buy me the princess jasmine costume only to realise that it was about 10000 degrees in there. but refusing to be proved wrong, i stayed in that horrible thing(bright purple with long sleeves made out of the most stifling material ever with a bit of skin colour material that was suppose to be the stomach, i mean you don't exactly encourage seven year olds to flash ther tummy do you? anyways, i used a permanent marker to put a dot to signify a belly button cos eventhough i was young i still wanted to be 'body conscius') for about two hours to prove to my mother that it was suitable for malaysian weather. i have decided i was a fashion mistake and had a very high tolerance to heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my fren, after watchuing snow white bout seven times? cos she knew how to turn the video player on and off when she was about four? (very useful talent, why didn't i figure tht out?) anyways, u kno in snow white there s the scene where she sings near the well? well, she bent dowbn and stuck her head into the washing machine and started to yodel. very snow white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109766479580711893?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109766479580711893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109766479580711893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109766479580711893' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109759399999652408</id><published>2004-10-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:13:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh! my thingie works at last andi can finally blog. the happiness. exams are over! hehe. have decided am addicted to monopoly. weird game i kno but i bought the cutest one ever! its mickey mouse:D altho now i m probably gonna be remembered as that childish immature girl. bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, me and kate were playing and we invited my mum cos we thought she d be real crap at it. she cldn't even differenciate between her own playing piece and ours so we thought wat the hell? then half an hour into the game she had two stretches of hotels. being the smart person i was i quickly declared bankruptcy. my not so smart sister kept on playing till she had to give up ( it was hopeless) and we were forced to take monopoly lessons. hmph?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were forced to go for a walk three rounds around our neighbourhood. for exercise purposes. so we took zoey. the walk consisted of  us hopping trying to kill mosquitoes and carrying a lazy spoilt puppy. we left her behind on the third round. we decided we d jog an extra round. i jogged for ten seconds. decided that i was too old and headed back. kate continued for twelve seconds then she saw our mat salleh neighbour and ran back home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109759399999652408?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109759399999652408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109759399999652408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759399999652408' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109443576772752789</id><published>2004-09-06T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:56:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updating during it.. hmm updating at home really doesn't work. it cld cos my net's down also. so contributing to the noise pollution by banging on the key board. have two plasters on my right hand. battle scars. hmm... this might ruin my chance of becoming a hand model or sumting. will lather on vitamin e cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was art. yay. my favourtie subject. not. anyways, we were suppose to bring watercolours and paintbrushes but unable to break my tradition for forgetting all my art stuff, three times a month, i didn't. unfortunately there was so kind souls (kai sheng) who wld lend me a brush. and because i was sitting with crazy loons (ai ling and tara) i had to paint with my fingers. sad but totally funny! i was doing castle and clouds 9castle in the cloud? get it? haha lameness) so i doing my cloudy bit. first i dipped my finger into water ( a puddle of water spilt in the table, tara and ai ling didn't bring much stuff either), dipped it into the blue poster colour jar, it was dry and happily smeared it onto my paper. it didn't look quite cloudish so i smeared on some white. now it looked lk cotton wool. hmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my other two clouds. i managed to do a cloudy effect (gunk of paint on index finger, chop it hard on paper. repeat) now the castle was the hard part. choosing a bright pink, castles can be pink. u just need a little imagination, ignore wat others think. it can be logical. there is such thing as pink paint anyways. and if u can't find it there's buncho poster paint in bright pink. trying to smear pink paint on, i reliased that i hadn't washed my hand so there was blue residue polluting my gorgeous cotton candy.  no! there was no where to wash my hand except for the sharpener cover lid that tara managed to salvage but before i cld dip my fingers in for a little wash, ai ling and her monster of a brush swirled in turning the light blue water a muddy blue green, the colour of her sea. which covered her whole paper, except for the little cute palm tree floating at the side. after managing to wipe my fingers, i proceeded to smearing pink all over my castle. unfortunately it went a bit out and i had pink clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a logical person, i decided to make my roof a diff colour, cos it can't be the same colour as my castle as i did not have another shade of pink. so lk any normal person, i teamed it up with a colour that went fab with pink- bright sunshine yellow. my right hand was completely dirty so i had to use my left hand. now my left hand had no coordination. so instead of a nice rectangular roof, i had a sort of blurred squar-ish shape. a yellow blurred squarish shape. then i raised it up and looked at it. abstract art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. eveytime the art teacher came by i had to immediately drop down and start pretending to look for my brush. so basically i spent most of the lesson under the tables. tara was using a  brush but bing the mad woman she is she was holding it lk a dagger and surveying her work. jun kit tapped her shoulder to ask her the time and hshe turned around, paintbrush dagger in hand. jun kit true jun kit style immediately sed 'u wanna fight?'  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109443576772752789?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109443576772752789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109443576772752789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109443576772752789' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109351488790722594</id><published>2004-08-26T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:08:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;heyhey! have u ever tired sitting on the bottom part of the car before? i have. i nvr noticed all the interestings u cld see from the bottom of the car. i noticed thatthe building i passed by everyday has bougainvilla and wooden blinds at the top right hand corner. there are lots pf trees near my house. i also learnt that i am jakun. hmm...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was at ly's unlce's house feelin tres pampered and spoilt, getting served lunch on blue glass plates catered by a restaurant. wow. i cld get use to this. (memo to self: be nicer to ly. may b she'll invite me to house-sit) we sat round the tv room, lounging on chairs kicking each other off. i got kicked squarely in the butt and propelled all the way to the other side of the room to land promptly on tara who let out a bloodcurdling scream and laughter (reminicent of a monkey) so we were both stuck there, me reeling from the shock of being able to travel so far with a simple push and tara with the shock of someone fallen on. quite funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109351488790722594?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109351488790722594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109351488790722594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109351488790722594' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109326068698679213</id><published>2004-08-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T19:31:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated for a looong time. using tara's comp now. hehe... while she glares at me. so much has happened. wonderin if i can fit it in in ten mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the commencements are over!! hehe.. we were mucnhkins. the definition of munchkin in the nice sense is the cute lil people who happily point dorothy the way to the emerald city. watever that is/ the true definition of a munchkin is a fat short person, donning neon outfits and ridicolously large flowers in their hair with big cheesy grins. sad but true. lets describe my gorgy costume. okay. imagine a sheer three quater poofy sleeved tunic. completely sheer with three quater blown up pants also sheer (not good if u had notice to pick ur underclothes) and a ragged poofy skirt to go over it. then, try imagine it green.  not just green green. green so neon i wanna puke green. then add this big white fake flower in my hair with its hard  brown stem creating a crater the size of malaysia in my face. try big cheesy grinning with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had study leave. it was quite fun goin to skool while everyone suffered the exams. of course it was even funner when they all finished and we had a whole week to go. that was really exciting. not. its lk the no exam spirit but that feeling of doom? hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets see. wat happened? erm. i went shopping!! after a few weeks drought and i tot i had gone into shoppin withdrawal. but its ok. i'm bck to normal if  anyone wants to kno:P haha... ok. i ll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109326068698679213?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109326068698679213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109326068698679213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326068698679213' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-109014656523271011</id><published>2004-07-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:29:25.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm.. din do much today.. ooh.. sunday skool damn fun altho we got split up in groups. me and frens din get to b in the same groups. i thnk they did that on purpose! i mean everyone else got to sit wit their frens! so anyways, we managed to ttukar the seating arrangement just a leeetle bit so we got to sit next to each other. tada! anyways, me and one of my frens. excused ourselves frm class to go to the 'toilet' (teacher, if two ppl dun go, we might get lost!). so we walked round to the toilet to thaw ourselves, its bout -100 degress&amp;nbsp;in my class. no joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so we were at the toilets there (being graphic.. lol:P) and then i dared my fren to go into the guy's toilet and she peered in, seemed lk no one was there so she evntured in and sumone flished the toilet and we both ran and fell into the girl's toilet. ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then ltr after sunday skool, i was bein my usual chatty blur self so when i tokin to my frens i managed to slam myself into this little bo, only upto my waist and i was lk hmm wat road block is this to find myself lookin down at this poor bewildered boy who peered up at me.. oops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-109014656523271011?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109014656523271011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/109014656523271011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109014656523271011' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108989856539229904</id><published>2004-07-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:36:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..i got three mosquitoe bites real real close to each other.. looks lk mickey mouse? haha.. am so retarted. anyways,haf nutin to do. boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, durin computer, me and tara decided to annoy kah ann and li-yian. so bein the creative geniuses we were, we emptied my pencil box, protractors and all and piled them on one side and placed my black marker, on the other side and we laughed at it. of course i din wanna cos it was a very gud marker and prob was very confused y it was bein riduculed u kno? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the food in cheras is sooooooo expensive!! spen bout half my allowance on lunch and snacks there. well, i did haf at least three thousand snacks in between. anyways, there was this worm in a jar there and u kno i'm mortally afraid of insectsand amphibians and reptiles and... wellm basically nethin that is not cute and a mammal. so anyways, basically cos of that i was chased round for lk two hoursm having a disgusting old worm stuffed in my face. i mean hello isn't this a vioolation of school rules or sumthing? bullying others? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108989856539229904?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108989856539229904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108989856539229904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989856539229904' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108962378057925094</id><published>2004-07-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:16:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, erm had a bm test today. do u kno how hard it is to concentrate when ur next to a primary class where there is this little boy whuse screamin whu lks ultraman put ur hands up. after he went thru fifty of those (i nvr knew that were that many superheroes) he decided to tk on a different tack. nowwhu lks david put down their hands. by then i had ten minutes left and half a karangan to do. urgh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there was this little cockroach at the side of class and omg it was hideous. i saw it scrammed as fast as i cld to the other side of class as fast as i cld, stepping on tara's new shoes, sigh. they are NOT new anymore tara! it has been wat? two months? anyway,si i' sorry to whuever i caused damage with my big heavy bag! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108962378057925094?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108962378057925094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108962378057925094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962378057925094' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108947272632207512</id><published>2004-07-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:18:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mum's having dinner party now.. hmm.. curi curi using the comp.. lol.. hmm so funny! but few little kids la so u kno. veryveryvery funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, first five year old story: well u c, there was this baby boy and there was this puppy. zoey. well u c, little boys r rough. very rough. so he was trying to play with her but obviously tot she was made out of plastic or sumthin. cos first he tried pokin her eyes out so i had to cover her eyes.. then he tried stepping on her tasil. i had to cover that as well, then he attempted to pull her ears and poke her nose. i dun haf enuf hands u kno? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second story, okay, was playing balloon with this little girl. me and kate. we were lk taller then her that miles! and we were trying to exaplain the concept of monkey to her. wit me bein monkey. but she din get it and kepton throwing to me. so she was monkey so she din get that either y me and kate were only passing the balloon to each other. so at the end she sed in despair 'dun swhear' (exact pronunciation) so we had no idea wat she was sayin so we just shrugged and kept on passing then three seconds later, she drew herself up to five year old height and exclaimed ' u kno my teacher said tht u haf to share!!!!!' we were lk ooh.. oops? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108947272632207512?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108947272632207512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108947272632207512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947272632207512' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108929884001326379</id><published>2004-07-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:00:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thnk i've got a cold. yay. ugh. debatin wether shld go swimmin tmrw.. hmm.. can't mk up mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, durin art guan wa bein an ummm elephant. apparently. u c she put her tie over her head in a very gud impressions of ellie the elephant (or in this case evana the elephant) and sort of did a wave and shake of the trunk when cik rani gave a death look and was lk nak bunuh diri? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! we haf a new sc teacher who is a leetle bit too nice if u ask me. u c for this sc experiment we were suppose to study a secondary forest near school and u kno, i tot there were no forest ten kilometres near skool, i obviously din kno the one under the bridge classified as one. well u c, she made the mistake of mentioning that and so three minutes ltr, she was getting the keys tothe gate as a persuasive bunch of kids shoved their way to the 'forest'. some idea of a forest. its just one lane, with lots of rocks and mud in the middle and trees at one side and a drain on the other. a drain. in a forest. i mean it cld at least b a stream right? well, it ds look lk a waterfall when it rains, wit all the water gushing down but it does smell!! so anyways, we were suppose to study, caterpillars, thatch grass, earthworms and other disgusting stuff. everyone was lk peering for bugs, which no offense is kinda pointless cos there were bout thee thousand mosquitoes round i mean it was lk dun need to look on the ground ppl! they're all in the air! aah! so basically i spent all that time lookin for things i din even wanna look for, bein terrified of bugs, or anything that resembles one. i mean i dun go lookin for them. they come lookin for me! so for the life of me cld not fanthom y we wanted to go troopin round lookin for these things when we cld b in aircon haven? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108929884001326379?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108929884001326379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108929884001326379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929884001326379' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108921222629272099</id><published>2004-07-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:57:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updatin cos *sumone* is pressurin me. u ko whu u r! anyways, i can't remember nethin that happened today except i thnk i might need to open a bank a/c in skool cos i keep on forgetting my wallet. sighs. i hope none of my nicenice frens start charging interest cos if not i'm gonna be a poor poor girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, haven't finshed my art. we're suppose to do balanced symetry things. i'm doin a supposedly symetrical butterfyl but i only realised afteri drew it and outlined it with pen, one wing was a little bit longer then the other. but nvm right? i read sumwhere that non-symetrical faces r nice. same thing for butterflies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108921222629272099?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108921222629272099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108921222629272099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921222629272099' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108902326566590104</id><published>2004-07-05T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:27:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the full moon according to tara which explained the teacher's grouchiness. not they nvr r. but still pn azizan gv us twenty pges. and pn zainab made tai yang stand in front of class for throwing a paper aeroplane at her. so he had to stand up and pose in statue of liberty way except instead of a torch thingie, he had a paper aeroplane. and apparently he was posing for mas ads. we were lk yes tai yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tara were lacking of chairs during pn zainab's class so we trooped round skool trying to scout for chairs. so of course more then three seconds, so i found a really gud use for ties. hitting tara with it. serious. its lk a sport i m realy gud at i din miss once!! andit was lk hithithithithit. then she tried hitting me and laughing so she din reliase that i was two steps behind her hitting her back and she was laughing and trying to wist her body and hit me except she tot i was beside her so she was hitting the air beside her and din realise i was actually hittin her frm the back. then mrs selvi came and we both straighten up lk lil soldiers and marched on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108902326566590104?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326566590104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326566590104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108902326566590104' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108902326442362416</id><published>2004-07-05T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:27:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the full moon according to tara which explained the teacher's grouchiness. not they nvr r. but still pn azizan gv us twenty pges. and pn zainab made tai yang stand in front of class for throwing a paper aeroplane at her. so he had to stand up and pose in statue of liberty way except instead of a torch thingie, he had a paper aeroplane. and apparently he was posing for mas ads. we were lk yes tai yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tara were lacking of chairs during pn zainab's class so we trooped round skool trying to scout for chairs. so of course more then three seconds, so i found a really gud use for ties. hitting tara with it. serious. its lk a sport i m realy gud at i din miss once!! andit was lk hithithithithit. then she tried hitting me and laughing so she din reliase that i was two steps behind her hitting her back and she was laughing and trying to wist her body and hit me except she tot i was beside her so she was hitting the air beside her and din realise i was actually hittin her frm the back. then mrs selvi came and we both straighten up lk lil soldiers and marched on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108902326442362416?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326442362416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326442362416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108902326442362416' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108902326289479965</id><published>2004-07-05T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:27:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the full moon according to tara which explained the teacher's grouchiness. not they nvr r. but still pn azizan gv us twenty pges. and pn zainab made tai yang stand in front of class for throwing a paper aeroplane at her. so he had to stand up and pose in statue of liberty way except instead of a torch thingie, he had a paper aeroplane. and apparently he was posing for mas ads. we were lk yes tai yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tara were lacking of chairs during pn zainab's class so we trooped round skool trying to scout for chairs. so of course more then three seconds, so i found a really gud use for ties. hitting tara with it. serious. its lk a sport i m realy gud at i din miss once!! andit was lk hithithithithit. then she tried hitting me and laughing so she din reliase that i was two steps behind her hitting her back and she was laughing and trying to wist her body and hit me except she tot i was beside her so she was hitting the air beside her and din realise i was actually hittin her frm the back. then mrs selvi came and we both straighten up lk lil soldiers and marched on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108902326289479965?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326289479965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108902326289479965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108902326289479965' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108877827313967752</id><published>2004-07-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:24:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went swimming today. got insulted by a guy half my height. he called me immature. wait did i tell u this edi? anyways, if i did, he did it again. hmph. so to annoy him i put my hands on my hips, drew myself to my full height, not very impressive but compared to him.. anyways i stuck out my tongue abnd went bleah wat u gonna bout it? in my most childish manner and he actually tot it came naturally. i mean adding insult to injury? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108877827313967752?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108877827313967752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108877827313967752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877827313967752' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108869252048214001</id><published>2004-07-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:35:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a vair vair bad case of hiccups.. lol.. hiccuping trying to talk to its lk ho*hic*w d'y(hic*ou do this... haha. ok. thats lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tara has bought this gorgey pair of shoes. red nike dkny look alikes. i am soo jealous! so we were lk mayb u shld hide ur shoes and get ur mum to buy u new ones. we were thking then suddenly i realised i did lose my shoes. i was thnking of the nice shoes i cld get then i remembered where they were. i left them at the lab. good bye black dkny shoes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108869252048214001?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108869252048214001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108869252048214001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869252048214001' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108859046079611746</id><published>2004-06-30T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:14:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams galore today. nvm. they're all over! haha. double ha. anyways, i figured lil kids are V-A-I-N. even vainer then me. if that was possible. cos u c, i was at the toilet right? and there was this little girl hogging one of the mirrors. she was combing her hair and  she had a comb there and everythin so naturally fater using the toilet ne washes her hands and since the rest of the sinks were occupied by other ppl actually doin sumthin this girl was tking the only one. so i stand at the back clear my throat and gesture meaningfully towards kann. thank god she gets the hint. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108859046079611746?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108859046079611746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108859046079611746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859046079611746' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108852144079193299</id><published>2004-06-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:04:00.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aah!!no! argh. u c i was tired after swimming so diecided to take a cat nap of ten mins! so i set my alarm clock lk for seven fourty. then i woke up ltr when sumone called and was lk wat time is it? its ten! the smartness decided to set her alarm clock seven in the morning. i mean i was so mad! i mean i actually prepared a to do list for myself?! so now, i'm bein pressured into studying sejarah and hwk! if i haf any! butu k no wat? i can't remember. stupid alarm clock! it made me miss dinner?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was very very tiring. hehe..also i af learnt that when u don't know where ur class, u better not b walking with tara or li-yian. the three of us r not exactly the most organized ppl    ( we dun do timetables! hehe) so anyways, we had a debate where our class was decided to go to 3 terra then got confused and went to the lab, hung round for a while wonderin which lab and then waitin for the rest for our class to show up, realise that it was actually 3 terra. we're def not gud for each other.. hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tara was swinging on her chair and peering over my shoulder. andandand i was lk i thnk ur gonna all and she just laughed in her mad cow way and then she did! haha. no one mess with me;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, maths was borin so we were sittin behind sean and scruntinizing his white hair and bein the bored ppl we were trying to pick it off and bein the smart person i was i tried to pick it off, leaned over my desk tripped and pulled sum of his black hair and fell plop into my seat. sean on the other hand suddenly feels this enormous pressure on his head and trun around while three little angels focus on the board. u kno. paying attention lk ur suppose to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, u kno we cldn't keep our hands to ourselves so we made little paper bombs and bombarded ai ling. whu din notice. till this gud deal of paper collected at her feet and when she turned around. we all stopped and looked down but of course, we were tres amused and cldn't stop smiling, ok well laughing so of course we got a weird look. hehe? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108852144079193299?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108852144079193299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108852144079193299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108852144079193299' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108841554582617322</id><published>2004-06-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:39:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haf officially run out of thing to tok bout... funny things stopped happenin to me. haha...i must getting carefuller nowadays.. hm.. major improvement? anyways, its either that or i'm getting more forgetfuller. i thnk its carefuller. u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got flute next. yayness. boredom. i get to embarass myself. again. as usual. i mean i can't help not practicing. do they kno how much hwk i haf? anyways, i AM improving my sight-reading. thats gud. right? right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, zoey is cuute. she s all mine. cute lil puppy. guess wat she did? well! she was in the study and on the sofa and she was burying herself in the cushions, then mildred walked in and sh'es not suppose to be in the house so she quickly hid herself in the cushions and kept very still, of course she was found cos she sneezed but still! gud doggie! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108841554582617322?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108841554582617322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108841554582617322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108841554582617322' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108817938247872275</id><published>2004-06-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:03:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>report card day today. so fun. so sleepy. so hot. so fuun! haha. k. fine ignore me.. hehe.. there was a 'free movie show' today. lol:p whoops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went tesco with my mum. i tot we were goin bandar utama u c, i dun really lk grocery shoppin, it mks ur hands smell. hehe? anyways, was helping my  mum choose lk the clams and she was holding the plastic bag as jade happily dumped the clams into them. it took a while for her to realise that she was ruining her mum's manicure. so er... i guess i won't be doin that job for a while?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108817938247872275?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108817938247872275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108817938247872275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817938247872275' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108808738044340271</id><published>2004-06-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:29:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh... today happiness!! just got my ameb results bck! got a distinction! 94.. highest in the country. mental pat on the back. yup yup. hehe.. yayness! now i'm expecting congratulations to be poruing hehe... just to let u ppl kno:D u kno, the only reason i'm telling u ppl.. hehe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,s lost my flies yesterday so spent ages looking for it. found it in the end. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the sc center today. we all got split up and got kinda lost so there was all these blur lookin ppl wonderin round, finding each other goin aha! and then losing each other all over again and then there were these two guys tyring to hit on jas and sen and they were so stalkerish it was funny! and then when they walked off with disgusted looks, jas and sen, not the two guys, hehe, they started stalkeing us goin wats up frens numbers. and we were lk umm.. go away. but they were persistent so we fixed them with blank looks and. hehe? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108808738044340271?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108808738044340271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108808738044340271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808738044340271' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108781062203817680</id><published>2004-06-21T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:37:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh. commencemnet practice again today. we had to pretend to be in love with a chair. i mean y a chair? i tot as i slumped down to my knees lk everyone else. the sane else that is. the other less sane half ummm... were very graphic? our teacher din help with the graphicness wither. he was prob the most graphic. setting a very bad example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108781062203817680?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108781062203817680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108781062203817680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108781062203817680' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108766393506538754</id><published>2004-06-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:52:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once upon a time, u c there was this puppy called zoey who had the hiccups today. so she was on my lap and i was eating breakfast and she was hiccuping so everytime she hiccuped, my cereal spilled cos she gave me such a fright. so i was pretty annoyed. so in the end, cldn't tahan so very quickly i put my book down and yelled boo!! she gave startled jump and then settled herself peacefully down again and sneezed. she was cured of all hiccups and i cld eat my cereal again. and we all lived happily ever after. the end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108766393506538754?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108766393506538754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108766393506538754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766393506538754' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108756943343289016</id><published>2004-06-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:37:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>commencement practice. got to miss all lessons (my idea of a perfect day!) cos sc she went for a conference. double ha! so we dun haf any hwk. at least not that i kno of. and i plan to keep it tat way. ignorance is bliss after all. until monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, commencement practice is the funniest thing ever. and embarassing if u thnk bout it. anyways, theer was this exercise where we werw all suppose to b hyper and happy. k. sumtimes i can be hyper and happy but tat's not in front of ten thousand ppl. so while everyone in my group as if on cue, jumped up in the exact same time and yelled woohoo! i started to jump, but then i felt pretty stupid, cos there was nuttin exactly to be happy bout, so i stopped half way, confused myself and let out a very lame woohoo.. hmm.. i dun thnk i'm cut out for this acting business! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being nice dsn't pay. serious. u c after swimming, sum of the guys were splashing megan so bein the nice person i was, when she asked for my help, i splashed them bck to help her. and u kno wat? five ppl ganged up and attacked the both of us and three of them were puny. so i was a bit insulted. i mean standing over them i cld actually look down, maturely and AHEM! really loud. but no. i got splashed. so putting this tres go-away-i-don't-talk-to-ppl-shorter-than-four-feet look on my face and told them i din tok to immature brats. and i got splashed. u can't win. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108756943343289016?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108756943343289016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108756943343289016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756943343289016' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108731056093508615</id><published>2004-06-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T22:42:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fce's today. so boring. had to stay in class so amused myself with autographing my desk for the next lucky person that gets to sit there (he'll find jade was here in many diff writings.. hehe!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am tres worried! i just found out for one of the paper's we had to put our center no which was my030 or sumthing lk tat, i put ly030! god. i hope they dun send it to moscow or sumthin (and it's in russia if tara asks, it is, right?!). ugh. the listening paper was so hard. i mean wat is the point point of listening if u can't hear anthing? the ppl in there talk with thick scottish accents which kinda echo and vibrate so ur lk huh? and when u finally understand what they're toking bout, it gets borin. then u day dream and then u realise its a listenin exam and ur actually suppose to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little kids r violent, can i just stress that again? today, there was this particular little boy whu was running, stepped on my foot, and tripped and elbowed me in the stomach to stop himself from falling. so basically the bad news is jade was violently beat up by a guy half her size. BUT the good news is he didn't fall! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108731056093508615?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108731056093508615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108731056093508615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731056093508615' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108720565548309153</id><published>2004-06-14T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:34:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was tres funny, went to my uncle's wedding the other night so we were all lk bored out of our little minds and we were trying to fool the guy at the counter that we were actually eighteen and yes we're old enuf to drink beer. but he refused. so in the end me and my cousin took cold chinese tea which looks a LOT lk beer u kno? and we sat bcl at the table and told the rest of them look! he gave us beer?! and u kno we both acted lk we were really drunk, cos u kno when u play a prank, u feel lk laughing and laughing so we were both laughing and laughing and tottering around but they din believe us (i wonder why...?) but then the woman whu was sharing table with us(poor thing) quickly asked my cousin, is that beer? well, at least we fooled sumone. right? right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the party, one of our REALLY REALLY nice aunties gave us three glasses of beer, cos she cld c we were desperately trying to get hold of sum, and told us not to tell our parents. is she mental? i mean, i'm not exactly lookin forward to bein gorunded for a trillion yrs, anyways, we were all lk snatching the glass from each other trying to tk a bigger gulp then the oher person. so in the end, we were kinda drunken loonies, cos it was all of us in a row, heads on the tables laughing as our little cousin demanded to kno wat was wrong then we were all lk flapping our hands to mk her go away then she started smakcing one ofus, which made us laugh even more, and by then , everyone vacated the table. whoops?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108720565548309153?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108720565548309153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108720565548309153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108720565548309153' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108711140964177029</id><published>2004-06-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T15:23:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hungry. it's ok. i'm eating cake. no! my cake just finished! nvm. i ll get another piece. ooh. kate's got one. but she's bz. mayb i can tk sum of hers? oh. she just saw me looking. oh! she gave me her piece! that's a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had piano yesterday. me and kate, organized as usual forgot all bout hwk and erm.. to mk matters worse, we didn't exactly haf any umm... pencils. and u can't blame us for having the mucho grouchiest teacher so yes we got sent out of class to do our hwk. our teacher very obviously meant it for punishment so we went to one of the empty studios and started doin our hwk. it was quite fun cos we were talking and grumbling (bout certain ppl with no sense of humour, who dsn't understand that accidents happen!) and fixing our hair (it was messy!). well, i'm not complaining. after all, we just happened to be victims of circumstances. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108711140964177029?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108711140964177029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108711140964177029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108711140964177029' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108692120710407374</id><published>2004-06-11T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T10:33:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched harry potter yesterday. was very nice tho we came in as usual with a whol arsenal of smuggled-in snacks.. whoops? well u c a big bag of jackets comes very very useful in this little movie tradition. this time, we managed to smuggle in twice the amount we usually bring. u c there was popcorn chicken, lots of drinks, those potato thingies and dome tiramisu. dun ask u brings thatinto the cinema. we're just hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before the mvie started tara decided that she was thirsty and in bad need of sum water. so being the angel that i was i volunteered to go with her (knowing tara she'd prb come in half way during the mvie telling us how she got lost or locked out). but then my navigational skills were nvr really gud either (there was a time me and tara were late to maths and we didn't kno which class we were suppose to be in and were truly convinced our class had vanished off the face of the earth till we found it, quite a while ltr? hehe) so anyways we went out to get a bottle of water but were wonderin how to get down cos we were worried that it'd be the wrong staircase and we'd be locked out of thwe cinema and end up in the mall altho, i wldn't say no to sum shopping. hehe. so anyways, we ended walkin up and down for five minutes, debating which way to go, changing directions ever so often and attracting weird looks, while arguing all the way ( u c its lk a clash of personalities. the right and the wrong. 'm right btw.. right? right. )so mk the long sotry short, we ended p with no water and a couple of ppl thnking we're mental cases. well, we're use to that already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108692120710407374?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108692120710407374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108692120710407374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692120710407374' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108670370474874890</id><published>2004-06-08T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:08:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... am officially sufffering from net withdrawal syndrome. again. i mean whuse net breaks down on them just after they got it fixeD? and no kai sheng, my family is NOT tech-savvy. i doubt my mum knoes how to turn the comp on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, very funny thing happened to me..again. hehe... anyways, it was after swimming and some genius suggested we play blindman bluff cos if we dun do anything. our swimming instructor actually mks us go bck again and do laps. he's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while we were playing, as usual, i get bullied to i got to be the blindman and god do i suck at it. first, i cldn't catch a person, then i tried cheating, but i realised that that i suck at cheating too cos everyone saw me open my eyes. i mean! pls!!! water waas in them... just blinking it out. if that was bad enuf i crashed into three billion ppl... and if THAT wasn't bad enuf, i kept banging into this guy.. really funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i banged into him i kneed him in the stomach BY ACCIDENT andi was lk red and everyone was laughing and he took three stpes bck and quickyl hurried off. the second time my so-called 'friends' were like splashing at one side so i was aha!! then i crashed into him. and the poor guy was thnking wat has this girl got against me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chasing one of them and nearly caught them i thnk and then i heard splashing behind me and tot hah!! my misleading frens.. hmph. they're just jealous i'm gonna catch sumone!! then i reached my hand forward and came into contact with sumthing that felt kinda lk a net.. and i opened my yes and i was lk touching the guy that i bumped into before... he had finally plucked up enuf courage to swim again and then this weird girl touches his head.. hehe? and u kno the worse part is? he was BALD!! adding insult to injury? i thnk i might move to siberia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108670370474874890?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108670370474874890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108670370474874890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670370474874890' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108601544734751198</id><published>2004-05-31T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:57:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went church on sunday. the funnist thing happened! was sitting behind this father carrying the world's cutest baby and then the baby was lk kept on thrwoing his arms around his father's neck and giving a sloppy kiss on th cheek, clap and gv another sloppy kiss and SMILE and the hugged his father viciously and smile proudly. god i was like the cuteness and i smiled this BIG cheesy smile at him (the baby not the father) and he gave this embarassed smile and threw his little podgy arms around his dad's neck, half strangling him and a wet slobbery peck on the cheek with a very delighted grin. i hope i was never like this. hehe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108601544734751198?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108601544734751198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108601544734751198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108601544734751198' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108576032717006799</id><published>2004-05-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:05:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out my sister's IQ level. or blurness level. it's very interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in cold storage today. and were zooming around on the trolley, linking hands and u kno, running around, we looked lame but hehe. it's ok, we didn't see anyone we kno. anyways we were too busy zooming that we crashed into this display of mothballs and stuff. so kate gave me a very confused look and asked, radiating blurless, confusion and innocence, i dunno really get how mothballs work. i mean when u throw them at moths, wat do they do? blink blink. i m so busy blinking and being stupefied by her erm. amusing qusstion. we bang into another display, getting another glare. hmm... shldn't hang round her. i heard craziness rubs off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming today. was suppose to dive. didn't tho. the starting block was too frikkin high and i am terrified of heights so hehe... was just lk u kno, when he blew the whistle the guy i was suppose to be racing with dived in perfectly and i was just lk standing there lookin down while everyone was like jade go or we'll push u! and i did not want twenty hands shoving me into the water so i closed my eyes and just walked into the pool, eyes closed lk walking off a gang plank. ok. that's gonna tk sometime to forget. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swimming was so fun! altho, some person snapped my goggles inhalf in the process. ya see, the short ppl in the class decided that hey! lets cling onto jade. so they did. stole my goggles too while clinging onto my bck and tickled me! so the rest, whu were on my side, i called my side the tall ppl, ocs basically we were. they were lk trying to drag the short ones of me (at least three ok? i was lk ambushed and drowning!) ad then so rough snapped poor jade's goggles. nvm. i'll can get a pair that matches my swimsuit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108576032717006799?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108576032717006799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108576032717006799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576032717006799' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108558184272639514</id><published>2004-05-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:30:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh. art tomorrow. sigh. lovely. nvr do my art. hehe. always do last minute. like my perspektif drawing!! god. i tot it was nice1i spent five mins before her class drawing it. i mean fine. maybe i forgot. but it was the tot that counts anyways. right? i drew sum nice mountains for the back gorund, they were a bit light, but u kno, nice neat straight unfussy lines with a sun peeking frm behind them, fine maybe it looked lk an eggbut still! then i drew the road. use a ruler 2! and then i drew my trees. i tot it looked artsy. i scribbled on some leaves. i mean scribbled. then tara tells me it looked like barbed wire. guess how much i got for it? 1!! i mean pls! it deserved so much more then that! like about 2? 3? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm a gud soul. i also help ppl with their art, altho i usually get help rather then help,. like the time kann forgot her art. so i helped her draw it out  really fast and clour it in? we did that in two mins under her nose ya kno? and my hand was lk BLACK! and then u kno wat?. when we passed it up, the smart lil madam found it. it dsn't pay to be gud. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108558184272639514?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108558184272639514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108558184272639514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558184272639514' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108549290730680148</id><published>2004-05-25T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:48:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. swimming so funny. teacher was like asking us if we knew how to swim backstoke breast stroke (basically breast stroke upside down) and there was sum guy trying to show off. he was like i kno i kno!! and he did, and he was happily showing us when he crashed into these two guys swimming back. it was so funny! cos he was being really smug and showing off when wat he was doing was wrong anyways then he carshes into these two guys who in turn gv him a very disgruntled look cos they were racing and didn't see where they were going so they crashed. hehe.. and then he crashed and all of us were like hah! we are usually united at times lk these. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tara was telling the story of her popiah eating habits. u c this darlink didn't kno how wat popiah was in the first place so when she saw it on the plate, she was ooh nice plate decoration! then she saw it being eaten dipped into sweet sause by sum crazy person. so she was like hmm... another form of roti canai so she started doing that too. so at the end. it took a kind soul to point out that u actually fill it with things. smart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108549290730680148?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108549290730680148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108549290730680148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549290730680148' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108547497639536198</id><published>2004-05-25T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:49:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went putrajaya today. not bad for $40. didn't do much. learnt a lot tho:D. hehe. wat i learnt today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)there is such thing as a kebongbong fruit&lt;br /&gt;2)brochures make useful fans&lt;br /&gt;3)frogs are disgusting and live near getah trees&lt;br /&gt;4)sen's geo is just as bad as mine.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very educational trip as you can see. very hot. cld feel the pigmentation positively FORMING! got swimming now with all the fast ppl. sigh. they're all shorter then me tho. when i come bcl, i'll tell you how tara eats popiah. she dsn't even kno wat it is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108547497639536198?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108547497639536198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108547497639536198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108547497639536198' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108539598849135602</id><published>2004-05-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:53:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so bored. was such a gud lil angel today. finished all my eng hol hw in one hour. hehe. wrote a jade compo. short with BIG writing. and a jade summary. too little words. which is gud in a summary right?  and a jade compre. crapped answers which i doubt u'll find in the passage. hehe. well, at least it D-O-N-E. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. NEVER ever watch scream. god it was so scary. had to give my house a full security check with kate, and zoey. u kno for extra security? just checking too see if the scream killers were hiding in the laundry or nething. touch wood. my mum tot we were a bit weird. (we were like tip-toeing round and kate was lk look out and i was opening each cup baord door with this there's-a-dead-body look on my face) but she shld be thankful that we're actually tking u kno. tking erm. care of the house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108539598849135602?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108539598849135602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108539598849135602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539598849135602' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108523897439552790</id><published>2004-05-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:16:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went netball today. played against the primary whu reach about upto my waist so feel very gud. haha. no la. just am taller and can actually catch the ball. hehe. if not usually am very sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming today. so funny!! well you see there was this bright yellow thing bobbing up and down and moving along. so me and kate were like ooh! yay. we walked upto it and we were a ball coolly! and nearly picked it up. got the shock of our lives tho when suddenly the 'ball' stood up and revealed a hassled looking woman who was pretty certain she wasn't  ball. well, whu asked her to wear a bright yellow swimming cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108523897439552790?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108523897439552790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108523897439552790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523897439552790' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108511770507454284</id><published>2004-05-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:35:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! my net works. thank you god. i will be a gud little girl and go to church for good reasons. note good. not right. yayness:D double yayness. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nuttin much happened today. nuthing funny actually. am just hot. oh yea. sports was FUN!!!! hehe... well i was really hot after that and borrowing tissues from everyone amd managed to finish three packets and got water poured on my head cos i was hot. and my hair was platered to the side of my face. very attractive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108511770507454284?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108511770507454284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108511770507454284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108511770507454284' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108506457448310000</id><published>2004-05-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T22:49:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! the exams are over. thank you god. hehe. anyways, was really funny during mr shong's class. me and tarzulle, well actually just tarzulle were pirouetting if that's how u spell ir in the middle of the class. my version of a twirl, i'll just call it that, loads shorter yea? is like turn half a turn, tiptoe gather momentum and turn half a turn again.. hehe. so lame. anyways, madam was showing off how to twirl and made me like you kno hold my hand above her head and spin her? except that i wasn't really that tall enough so everytime she turned i had to do a mini leap in the air. so basically i looked like a stupid frog jumping at every three seconds. AND! you know what happened in the end? tara got SO dizzy that she crashed into the desk and mr shong turned around and looked at me like i wrestled her to the ground or something! i mean. unfair man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that we decided to go the bathroom and there we saw this little kids,  doing sumthing vair vair weird on the bathroom floor. one little girl went under the stall u kno, actually crawled cheek to floor. and went inside and unlocked the door and crawled out and SMILEd smugly at her fren like u can't do that. and we were like um... girl. the floor is DIRTY!i mean seriously. dsn't she kno wat ppl leave on the floor? anyways, they seemed really proud of themselves as they slid in and out of the stall to 'show' us that they could u kno. erm. right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we were a bit scared of using the bathroom just in case they decided to u kno slide in and uh... demonstrate? so we took turns guarding each other shooting the little kids scram looks. little kids have interesting ideas of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday, me and kate were going home and u kno on the pavement there, got a little elevated bit and there was this guy balancing there, windmilling his arms around like a lunatic going 'wait!! i'm balancing! (like that was not obvious) don't push me! (doesn't that mk u wanna push him?) i'm going to beat my record! (erm. whu cares?)' so while he was screaming that to his frens, two little sister walked by innocently and one accidentally pushed the other (me) into the little guy and erm. well, an arm flew up, nearly poked my eye out and a little voice wailed 'MY RECORD( like the world's gonna end)!' and two little sisters looked at each other and RAN! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108506457448310000?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108506457448310000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108506457448310000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506457448310000' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108478271877849755</id><published>2004-05-17T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:31:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!!!! net back. well kate's is on. so using her comp while she;s in the shower. she does tk at least half an hour so no hurry. well, have been on a blogging drought. tres sorry but my NET!!!!! ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering from serious net withdrawal. have even tried blogging in computer with HORRIBLE results. trust me. don't ever try! haha.. anyways, exams now. very scrwed. but shall not tok about them yea? will talk bout happi-fying funny things that happened so far. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) maths: me and tarzulle were sitting at the bck. classroom door was spoilt. so some smart person tied a broom to it. keep the door closed ANd sweep the florr. cool huh? although the door was heavier so the door kept on opening and guess who ahd to keep closing it? me!!!!! so at the end jade got fed up and put the brrom in the dustbin. and the door didn't move! cool huh? although it was a lot funnier if u seen it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we are the three musketeers with colds. me, tara and kann. we even have a cold symphony. u sniff, i sniff, she sniffs. cool huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) jade is ridiculous. according to tara. am not. it's not my fault cheese crackers got lost up my blazer. i found them in the end. and that's what counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. next week wednesday is a very special day! it's the middle of the year. it's a tara and jade tradition to throw ur hands up and wave at exactly 12.00. we just started it this year. cos we forgot to do it last year. so just throw ur hands up and if we have a nice teacher, not pn nora or mr lee, aah. it's mr lee. nvm. he thnks we're mad as it is. so no harm. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108478271877849755?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108478271877849755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108478271877849755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478271877849755' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108428474741319030</id><published>2004-05-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:12:27.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey this is kann! this was meant to be jades post on wed but her nets down so she decided to  bully me..&lt;br /&gt;k. nvr do blogs in comp ever. trust me. not only dangerous but u cld get caught. twice. in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;u c, since i'm currently lacking of net i decided to do errrr... use the computer facilities in school. so errr.... haha... the first time i got caught i was v obviously blogging. so yea endured 20 mins of references and jibes. so being the kind of person that dsnt learn fast, i decided to be a bit more discreet and type on textedit then paste at the website. but um... gaga. how am i sposed to noe that the admin can see everything? so suddenly my comp went all exorcist on me (in the words of kann) and everythingy was shaking and suddenly "come and see me now" flashed on my screen and it was lk crap! so yea. a lesson to all those ppl that lk using net during class, its not a safe thing to do. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;anyways camp was fun. yeqa, i got a 'tan' (actually an extreme form of sunburn that when my mum picked me up she was lk who is this stranger trying to get into my car?) and mosquito bites galore, (i got 20 on my feet u noe y? cos some smart person bathed herself in it but forgot about her feet?! do u noe how hard it is to scratch ur feet?!)&lt;br /&gt;ooh!during camp, kai sheng was kicking a foot ball and his sandals tore apart. so he was looking for something to stick it together and jade was just standing there, innocently, chewing gum so u can guess wat happened next. i had to sacrifice my nice 'new' gum so he cld stick his sandals together and in the end, it didnt work so he buried my gum in the sand. how am i sposed to eat it now?&lt;br /&gt;on the way back on the bus, i was hot, wet (dun ask how u can be so hot AND wet at the same time), tired, and needed to pee. badly.&lt;br /&gt;now, how did i get lk this? well, we jz got back frm kayaking and all the showers stopped working and the only one that did, the tap came off and someone took it. i was sandy 2 there was sand on my face, swimsuit and hair, because during rafting someone (i think christine) clumped sand on my lap so i poured sand on her so we had a sandfight.sand in hair, face, and in my swimsuit!&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw mr ashvin, if u're reading this, i did NOT do this blog in schoool&lt;br /&gt;(after this jade puts her comp ex bk down with  a contented sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108428474741319030?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108428474741319030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108428474741319030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428474741319030' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108313637948592762</id><published>2004-04-28T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:17:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. trying to do the quickest blog in skool so ignore all the ypos. sports day was fun! hehe... so hot tho and my hair was red sprayed and i was wondering if it rained, the dye wld drip down my face, causing a major break out! haha... jade's opinion. no one likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny! went to times with tarzulle to get camping stuff... kann cldn't come BECAUSE she was mean to us and decided to go house deco! so anyways we went to times and we saw this cute malaysian bk so we decided to tk some 'stuff' out of it for our 'project'. so jade and tara crept to the stationery section and decided how r we going to copy? then aha! it hit us! jade tore out a piece of paper from the tester paper pile and took a pen from the WIDE range of pens available. i mean thet're there for a reason right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as tara dictated and jade wrote, using different pens, not to appear suspicious, we didn't realise there was this shop assitant watching us and GLARING! so we were like hehe... hide!!! so we grabbed the book and ran to the back shelves there, i mean everyone sits there right? so we plopped down and took out our handphones prepared to send each other loong 'smses'. then suddenly without warning this head pops upand snarls ' go to the children;s section and read' and we're like wat?!?! i mean do we look five? i hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't want to get kicked out of the store, we still had loads to copy down! so we happily plonked ourselves right in the middle of the children;s section ,where there was a story telling thing at the side, where this crazy woman was putting on voices and going bug eyed retelling charlie and the chocolate factiry to a bunch of kiddiewinks. we felt very important, u kno working on a project and doing research while they were listeinig to stories and all. then suddenly, when we were finally happy again, THAT WOMAN comes along and says 'can't u read? no shoes!' in this LOUD voice i'm surprised that australia didn't hear her! it was like wtf. i mean! we could complan to her manager!! we know our cunsumer rights!!! besides we weren't doing anything. since when has research become a crime? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as jade types this she gives kann a righteous look and vigorous nod as kann rolls her eyes at jade's dramatic 'pose'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently suffering from a net withdrawal syndrome! i mean six days without my net? i am going bonkers! last night, me and kate spent half an hour tking out every single wire and jamming it back again, seriosuly risking our lives! and it STILL didn't work! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108313637948592762?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108313637948592762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108313637948592762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108313637948592762' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-10831362497320738</id><published>2004-04-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:15:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. trying to do the quickest blog in skool so ignore all the ypos. sports day was fun! hehe... so hot tho and my hair was red sprayed and i was wondering if it rained, the dye wld drip down my face, causing a major break out! haha... jade's opinion. no one likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny! went to times with tarzulle to get camping stuff... kann cldn't come BECAUSE she was mean to us and decided to go house deco! so anyways we went to times and we saw this cute malaysian bk so we decided to tk some 'stuff' out of it for our 'project'. so jade and tara crept to the stationery section and decided how r we going to copy? then aha! it hit us! jade tore out a piece of paper from the tester paper pile and took a pen from the WIDE range of pens available. i mean thet're there for a reason right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as tara dictated and jade wrote, using different pens, not to appear suspicious, we didn't realise there was this shop assitant watching us and GLARING! so we were like hehe... hide!!! so we grabbed the book and ran to the back shelves there, i mean everyone sits there right? so we plopped down and took out our handphones prepared to send each other loong 'smses'. then suddenly without warning this head pops upand snarls ' go to the children;s section and read' and we're like wat?!?! i mean do we look five? i hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't want to get kicked out of the store, we still had loads to copy down! so we happily plonked ourselves right in the middle of the children;s section ,where there was a story telling thing at the side, where this crazy woman was putting on voices and going bug eyed retelling charlie and the chocolate factiry to a bunch of kiddiewinks. we felt very important, u kno working on a project and doing research while they were listeinig to stories and all. then suddenly, when we were finally happy again, THAT WOMAN comes along and says 'can't u read? no shoes!' in this LOUD voice i'm surprised that australia didn't hear her! it was like wtf. i mean! we could complan to her manager!! we know our cunsumer rights!!! besides we weren't doing anything. since when has research become a crime? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-10831362497320738?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/10831362497320738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/10831362497320738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10831362497320738' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108271234604835651</id><published>2004-04-23T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:29:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k...anyways, just remembered sumthing, when i was cheerleading i asked kann to hold my bag for me right? and i just wanna say tq for not letting my bag touch the floor and get dirty! hehe... u kno me too well.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we were like practicing passing the baton today so me, li hong, and anne were like doing the drill where we passed to the person in front of us and then when got the the first person, that person will drop the thing and the last person will pick it up and keep on passing. i kena last person so i had to keep on bending down and pick up the baton. and it was so slipeery i was just standing there trying to pick it up as my line got futher and futher away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108271234604835651?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108271234604835651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108271234604835651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108271234604835651' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108271150503183432</id><published>2004-04-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:15:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aah!!! my net's down so in my mum's office. getting fat cos just  finished a large burger fries and coke all to myself cos i refused to share.. hehe..totally regret that now:( can't haf ice cream when i go home. nvm after dinner right? the amout of food i eat i wonder why i still not tall yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh!&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading harimau got first! sorry! but tres happy! hehe... yay!!! all those bruises didn't go to waste! loadsa of funny things happened to me but can't remember watla. when i remember i'll tell la. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108271150503183432?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108271150503183432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108271150503183432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108271150503183432' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108194341450822208</id><published>2004-04-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:54:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so funny. me and tara spent the whole kh 'examining' ppls' fingers. u c, we'll tk the ruler and ask sum poor unsuspecting person to show us their hands. so when they do, we tk the ruler and with a look of wisdomosity on our faces, we'll use the ruler and slowly pry their fingers apart and examine each one closely and give it a sharp tap then we move on. then when ppl ask us wat he heck we're doing, we sed ur suppose to feel a feeling after this. don't worry.. hehe... sum ppl believed us tho.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh... didn't kno there was a sej test today. or a geo test. so when they gave out the test i had to tembak a whole page for sej and a page and a half for geo! god help me. gonna fail. then i'll drop. then i'll die! TOUCH WOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so hungry. waiting for dinner. will not eat anything. will power. ugh... i need ice cream! lots of it! urgh! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108194341450822208?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108194341450822208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108194341450822208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194341450822208' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108184920724945033</id><published>2004-04-13T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:44:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k... stayed bck for kh pro today. the funniest thing happened! u c when i walking bck to class right? then suddenly i saw this feather blowing towards me so i was like ooh.... feather... kh project... yay! so then when i was about to chase it, i realised encik marzuki was behind me and i might look pretty weird so i turned around and quickly walked that way and waited for him to go into one of the classes after he did then i walked over to the feather again then i saw this girl walking around so i decided to to pick it up, cos i dun want to gv her the impression that i'm sum kind of crazy psycho person. which i am but still u kno. so i turned around and walked there a bit. then she went inside one classroom so i walked bck and picked up the feather. then i realised class wld be nearer if i walked the OTHER way so i turned around, for the third time and headed down. confusing huh? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108184920724945033?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108184920724945033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108184920724945033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108184920724945033' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108176786760717979</id><published>2004-04-12T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:08:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports practice has def made me very very brown! and has given me about a THOUSAND moisquitoe bites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, didn't bring tie today so me and evana were debating on how to avoid gettng fined. so the whole lunch, we hunched over the table and tried to appear 'innocent'- naturally. then we hid behind jas and sheng. then after that, when we walking up using the lab way, we thnking of hiding behind pillars peeking out for prefects then running to the nxt one like in a james bond movie or sumthing like that... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a very big bruise behind my ear:( looks like alien growth and the doctor sed that it'll be yellow soon!! noo!!! the sadness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to do my stupid comp website! i dun even know wat to do!!! god help me...i truly suck at websites. sigh.. need sum help lorr... hehe... anyone wanna do mine for me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108176786760717979?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108176786760717979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108176786760717979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176786760717979' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108149534028251654</id><published>2004-04-09T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:26:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had handball... am a burnt monkey now...so tired... was practising 'the wall'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have liquid paper all over my hands now! u c i found this liquid paper in my desk so i was thnking free liquid paper so i squeezed it and tried to write free liquid paper but nuttin came out and i was going crap liquid paper so i gv a really hard squeeze and the i realized my hand was very very very wet and sticky... then u can guess what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marching was CRAP! i mean we actually had to shout individually and i can't shout for nuts without laughing. so i was like trying my best to shout and not laugh.. so i sounded kinda strangled... like a gurgle. kinda. then we had to march for AGES!! i really wonder  y i joined in the first place?!?! i thnk i was feeling vair vair house spirited at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108149534028251654?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108149534028251654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108149534028251654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108149534028251654' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108143621314631988</id><published>2004-04-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:00:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waterpolo today... suckiness! we like lost everything... damn memalukan... but our match against cheras was the FUNNIEST!! hehe... they were pretty pissed at us tho... lol:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm... not ur problem right? anyways, it was like we were all like chears la... no hope... just relax... so we had four goalies and three attackers... so when i got the ball i was like hanging on to it for dear life... literally... then that ganas cheras person was like trying to get frm me so she kinda went under me and tried to get the ball and then shepushed the ball out of the water with ME still hanging on... i must haf looked pretty funny cos i was kinda shocked... it was like... hmm...y am i up in the air? then sploosh i fell into the water again... ball was still in my hand!! hehe... quite proud of myself eventhough might have looked lk a complete ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celery is bugging me. she nearly punched/killed/knocked me out/spilled sprite on my shoe(she did!) me. yup yup.. sumthing wrong with her! she's damn violent man! and she insulted my swimming! hmph!!! unforgivable!lol:pand then she was like, can u pls change with me? i wanna play! so we all basically ignored her and carried on... hehe... then at half time when we were all dead at the side of the pool we were like god i'm tired... need to be subbed lorr... then we just looked at her cos she was being a very 'eager beaver'-ish (new phrase... lk it?) and then she was like y is EVERYONE looking at me? it was like the perasaness!! and before the seladang match she was like i got a fren in seladang whuse afraid of me. it's ok.. then we're all like wtever. then it's cue for her fren to come and she waves her fist in front of the girl's face, whu no off, didn't looked scared.. more like whu the hell r u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108143621314631988?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108143621314631988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108143621314631988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143621314631988' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108134742206283287</id><published>2004-04-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:20:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y is it the only day i don't wear sunblock i go out into the sun? y? ugh... r they delibrately trying to ruin my skin? we stood under the hot sun for about ten hours marching in the same spot for ages and my stepping frm the guy in front of me was different so i kept on hopping on one leg HOPING i wld get the stepping right then i realised i was right and HE was WRONG. all that hopping for NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108134742206283287?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108134742206283287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108134742206283287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134742206283287' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108116395447167047</id><published>2004-04-05T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:22:58.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports practice today... nothing happened:( sadness.. hehe... nvm.. thismight mean i'm turning over a new leaf! being less clumsy and all. hehe:p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i didn't kno that we're suppose to change outta sports uniform so when i walking back to class frm the bathroom, i saw pn sapura. i decided to be a gud person and u kno, say hi. so i sed hi and she turned around and sed hi and then turned back. so i was like thnking wat a gud student i am.. lol:p jk jk.. then she turns back again. 'girl ur not suppose to wear ur sports u kno?' it was like wat?!?! after i watcha call it? sed hi to her? i mean, that's going to be the first and last time.. EVER! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108116395447167047?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108116395447167047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108116395447167047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116395447167047' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108108864942803248</id><published>2004-04-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:27:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this site is pretty plain... ugh... feel watcha call it? lazy!! haha... to mk it more inetersting.. like me nice old site! aah! nvm...too lazy to do anything about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... going to tok bout nothing today... sports practice tomorrow... i bet u anything something funny or embarassing will happen to me tomorrow cos it's a new situation and i dun exactly adpt easily esp if it's in the morning cos erm... hehe.. i'm kinda blur and will do sumthing wrong... then i'll tell u ppl. then u can laugh at me. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! palm sunday in my church today... so nice man. loadsa palms, loads of ppl fanning themselves with palms, stand behind them and get fanned! hehe.. there was this little girl who asked her mum, 'mummy, why are all these people carrying leaves?' it was like so CUTE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108108864942803248?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108108864942803248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108108864942803248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108864942803248' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715296.post-108091309098648611</id><published>2004-04-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:41:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upsaid's down, so using this lorr.. hehe...games carnival today... so fun although so hot! i cld feel the pigmentation... it was like god help me!! and i when i bent down, i cld feel the heat between my knees and calf and i was like omg... i'm an oven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on leaving my bag behind so i had to walk around the whole field twice cos kept on leaving it everywhere...tres sucky. so i got loadsa exercise! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on wednesday, guess what happened to me? i was feeling like a gud samaritan so i was helping some of the tall girl troup put their plates and cups and rubbish away. so being the smart girl i was i threw the cups and plates AND rubbish into the plate place and the auntie was gving me the evil eye and i was like so blur chatting obliviously to kah ann about my good deed for the day and kah ann was trying to tell me wat i did while i was ignoring her and marching happily on. i dun think that auntie likes me much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715296-108091309098648611?l=makingwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108091309098648611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715296/posts/default/108091309098648611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091309098648611' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRKj5g0gRw/TFcK0Ytz0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aowK0baPqrQ/S220/23515_375753292790_516537790_4214551_7752194_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
