<?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-2049505518544038599</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:32:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a killer for your love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-4374413146351244979</id><published>2007-11-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:30:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stringsoflove.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-4374413146351244979?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4374413146351244979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=4374413146351244979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4374413146351244979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4374413146351244979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5392424396569435906</id><published>2007-11-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:42:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>made myself a livejournal account and will move anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped this off chloe cos a 4 points entry about friday isn't good enough! we went to Wild Wild Wet cause Charmsy had free tickets in. I think we terrorised the children there, tsk tsk me likey:) We sat on the group float a million times, we even made friends with the lifeguards on duty, kept going "Hi it's us again!" each time we met them. Then the rides started to get a little boring, so we decided to make new rules for the ride. Y'know how almost everyone screams at the drops and violent turns? Well the first rule we made was: Cannot scream at all thoughout the whole ride. Oh boy you should've seen our faces! It was sooo hilarious watching Leah Dear suppressing her screams :D Thought she was gonna bleed from the nose from all the stiffled screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second rule was: Don't scream until we reach the camera. The camera was like planted at the end of the slide, yeah, the part where there's no more turn or drops, basically it was just a really gentle slope. So, you can imagine all the weird looks we were getting from the people on the ground! Then the last rule was just plain stupid la: Scream all the way. So there was this part where we were really exhausted from screaming our lungs out and I was like eh don't stop leh, scream all the way! And someone was like NO MORE BREATH ALREADY LA. We are public nuisances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we didn't want to ride on the single slides cause we had to take off our tops to ride on those slides. But that wasn't the deciding factor (for Leah &amp; I), y'know what made us not want to ride that slide? It was the fat angmoh lifeguard standing at the foot of the slide. He looked like Santa Clause... minus the red suit. It was a disturbing sight.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: I want to ride that slide!&lt;br /&gt;One of them: But look at him (points to naked Santa)&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Okay, i'd rather drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right okay pics are with me but i can't find my usb cable cos the whole house is in a mess. photos will appear soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5392424396569435906?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5392424396569435906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5392424396569435906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5392424396569435906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5392424396569435906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-myself-livejournal-account-and.html' title=''/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5699286877576588996</id><published>2007-11-18T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:23:11.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/R0AJ347ePjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jG8CbO_Y3eA/s1600-h/n766795401_1660029_2581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/R0AJ347ePjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jG8CbO_Y3eA/s200/n766795401_1660029_2581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134114430981652018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty dead online these days cos i've been pretty busy and i'm too lazy to type everything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;1. i met AHLIN, GOOEY, JAISH AND PRILAA&lt;br /&gt;2. i nearly lost my phone and i was freaking out&lt;br /&gt;3. this nice caucasian with a damn hot voice picked up my phone &lt;br /&gt;4. kept calling myself with jayjay's phone and he called back but we didn't pick up so he called my daddy. &lt;br /&gt;5. even though his voice is damn hot i didn't get to see him cos my daddy went to get my phone for me. (so i hope he's not some wentworth miller lookalike!)&lt;br /&gt;6. will imagine that he looks like channing tatum/wentworth miller/ chace crawford cos i'm anal and i hate it when people i don't know/don't like touch my things; unless they are hot! &lt;br /&gt;7. lovely dinner with them&lt;br /&gt;8. camwhored like mad tourists but i look like crap in them and I WANT TO DELETE THEM OFF FACEBOOK BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW. somebody please teach me.&lt;br /&gt;9. the dress i bought online came :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;1. training in the morning&lt;br /&gt;2. wild wild wet with lovely bus stop buddies&lt;br /&gt;3. screamed like hell. &lt;br /&gt;4. it was very fun though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;1. the sister's birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. moved stuff over to the new house.&lt;br /&gt;3. it's damn freaky to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;4. both houses are in a mess. &lt;br /&gt;5. read cleo and discovered that louis vuitton is pronounced as LOUWEE WHEETONG (wtf?). why the hell is it WHEETONG? i thought it's veeton? &lt;br /&gt;5. my appetite is like a man omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. metro sif - VERY BORING&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever i'm gonna stop blogging in number it's annoying. can't wait for all the hot movies to come out and i can watch watch watch. im gonna go watch gossip girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and J, i will send you the photos soon. oh yeah haha why are you acting mysterious and calling yourself J?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5699286877576588996?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5699286877576588996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5699286877576588996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5699286877576588996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5699286877576588996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/art-of-losing.html' title='the art of losing'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/R0AJ347ePjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jG8CbO_Y3eA/s72-c/n766795401_1660029_2581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-3250330360407845106</id><published>2007-11-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:23:22.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rzc20DmY1xI/AAAAAAAAAME/GYi9GakTl-M/s1600-h/Candyfloss381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rzc20DmY1xI/AAAAAAAAAME/GYi9GakTl-M/s200/Candyfloss381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630568359384850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished watching why why love! these days i've been searching and searching and sourcing out nice sites which upload all kinds of dramas and whatsoever, and i'm really ultra excited now because i found LONG VACATION! hurr hurr omg it's some blooody old japanese show filmed like more a than decade ago and i remember staying up with my sister in primary school just to watch the very young takuya kimura! :D and it's in japanese with english subtitles, not the horribly dubbed mandarin which sounds so fake. yes and i'm staying up to watch this and am ignoring the fact that i have training tomorrow (like later) with the oh so very long train ride. i'm a major tv addict omg, but i'm proud of it cos i really love watching telly. oh yes the new tv went to the new house sometime last week. i cannot wait to start watching telly there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not a computer idiot anymore! one day i'll be one of those computer nerds and create codes and passwords everywhere. maybe i can become an online spy since i already am an online stalker hah. yup if you need information on someone you can try coming to me cos i'll help you find hurrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a cute little dress online just now! woo actually i would have preferred the other one but i was too slow and it was all sold out, which just proves that i have excellent taste aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so yesterday (as in saturday), was steph's sexy seventeenth party!(: i finally saw darling choyyoke after many months :D ooh yes and zhuanzhuan, jiahui, pam, angie and everyone else(: cy, zhuanzhuan and i were hoping to look at some very nice boats (inside joke). but the most we saw were a few raft boats here and there, which was very, very sad cos i was hoping i would see an ocean liner. then we camwhored here and there and talked about cy's hair eating boyfriend haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah enough enough i must get back to takuya kimura and his very soothing voice. and i promise after watching a few more dramas here and there, i'll be the good girl who'll study her ass off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-3250330360407845106?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3250330360407845106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=3250330360407845106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3250330360407845106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3250330360407845106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rzc20DmY1xI/AAAAAAAAAME/GYi9GakTl-M/s72-c/Candyfloss381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5445152600213693530</id><published>2007-11-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:38:46.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are a wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RzP4BjmY1wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Coaq2n8IKx0/s1600-h/DSC01990e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RzP4BjmY1wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Coaq2n8IKx0/s200/DSC01990e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717106124936962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well, the past week has been pretty nice spending time with people i like(: today (technically yesterday), i went to the airport with jessey and vinci(: hohum fel overslept and shikin couldn't make it but it was a pretty nice trip(: took some photos here and there and camwhored by myself hah. oooh then it was town after that, and i managed to survive with only 20 measly bucks. i'm down with 4 bucks now woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway i started having cramps and on the way to town i felt like dying. like seriously dying. that led to me having no mood to window shop. downed a nice hot glass of hot chocolate and it was love(: and omg i'm finally becoming a normal being! the time of the month comes regularly now, and it comes along with breakouts and cramps. like omg last time it was never like that and i thought i was abnormal.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my modem is being blooody annoying and it can barely connect to anything. jessey and i are really crazy over gossip girl! I LOVE LOVE LOVE GOSSIP GIRL(: even though they're rich, hot and bitchy, their friendships are to a certain extent, pretty fake, and i guess that happens to most of us as well. oh nate oh nateeeeeee. yes i love it! ooh and i started watching this other taiwanese show called why why love and i'm gonna start on romantic princess too. and all this shall be done through watching it online(: i seriously wonder how people survived before shows could be watched online. oh wait they'd have been like my mummy, buying all the shows. gee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck and i have to go to school later even though i don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5445152600213693530?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5445152600213693530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5445152600213693530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5445152600213693530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5445152600213693530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-wonder.html' title='you are a wonder.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RzP4BjmY1wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Coaq2n8IKx0/s72-c/DSC01990e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-3257517062699478800</id><published>2007-11-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:16:54.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Ry3PuLFheZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8RhTpC3XoHU/s1600-h/hiking_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Ry3PuLFheZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8RhTpC3XoHU/s200/hiking_by_duhitsmia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128983942801750418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the green shoes! those are the topshop ones i that i want! :( OH WHY OH WHY ARE THEY NOT IN SINGAPOREEEEE? but i decided i shall be content with my stupid ugly chucks cos i'm flat broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and i realize everyone makes a TO DO list when the holidays come, like learning something new, or exercising and blahblah. i only make a shopping list :/ everyone needs new clothes so it's good to have some retail therapy yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so on friday i went out with jessey, vinci, felicia, shikin and lihui(like later). hoho i bought my sexy grey skinnies which i absolutely adore!(: yummy yummy! and then ermmmmm, we went to damn a lot of places. wisma, fareast, marina square, vivo, lau par sat(?) and bugis. omg haha so much walking! and we took nice photos but i don't have them yet cos i've been lazy and haven't been coming online. anyway who said our class is divided and yucky? when there's shopping, the division is gone! ooh yes at fareast we all bought oversized shirts! haha how cute we're gonna wear them to our class outing(: and even though i absolutely hate blue, i bought a nice gorgeous blue shirt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and &lt;i&gt;vinci&lt;/i&gt; went all the way back to bugis with me so i could buy the white topshop bag(: you're a friend and i love you(: but she'll never read this cos she's not even online! even though she thinks shes a sophisticated kitten (when she isn't), i guess she can pass for one ha! yup, and it was great spending time with &lt;i&gt;jessey&lt;/i&gt;(: i can't wait for more hot dates with you sweetie(: it's been lovely spending those long awful hours of chinese with you and the many many breaks we give ourselves! loveeee &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to ikea to buy furniture. well my room's not exactly white and pink but it's nearly there. i love the meatballs :D cabbed to the new house to check it out again and sissypoo and i popped by the gym. it felt good. went back home at night and spent sisterly time together(: she helped me cut my insertyourownword (but i'm thinking disgusting, ugly and curling?) fringe, and i changed my parting! i'm so freaking cheapo. she cuts better than the stupid woman at the salon i went to and i paid $40 to look exactly the same. ooh yes and i changed my parting and i have side swept fringe once again! gone are the awful days of pinning all my hair up and looking like some swollen fishball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had mac with my sister then we went shopping(: we bought peeptoes and she bought some comfy pumps. oh yes and i bought my faded denim shorts(: and they're gonna open a cotton on body! how cool is that? i can buy cheap cheap undies :D how lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AND SO I'M GONNA BE SO SO NERDY AND TOP THE DAMN SCHOOL NEXT YEAR HAH! and this is only happening because i only have 20bucks to last me this week and the freaking week hasn't even started properly! maybe my daddy will forget he gave me my allowance and give me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-3257517062699478800?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3257517062699478800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=3257517062699478800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3257517062699478800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3257517062699478800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/clock-is-stuck-on-thoughts-of-you-and.html' title='the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Ry3PuLFheZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8RhTpC3XoHU/s72-c/hiking_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-3784372437589044922</id><published>2007-11-02T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:27:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you fall for a shooting star?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RyqC27FheYI/AAAAAAAAALs/SzLxgfFTnvI/s1600-h/Caroline__by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RyqC27FheYI/AAAAAAAAALs/SzLxgfFTnvI/s200/Caroline__by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128055005800135042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my my the lovely holidays have started and hohum it's yummy! the past week i visited weisong at the hospital, went shopping, had chinese As, bummed around watching this korean drama, shopped some more, went to vinci's house to do pw, went bugis to buy ultra drop dead cheap stuff, and err, that's about it haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i must blog about the day we had chinese As! hahahah! so jessey, cecilia and i had lunch at longjohns and for some reason or another (hurrhurr cannot say here) we went inside the food court haha. then i wanted to eat honeydew sago and jessey wanted to eat red ruby, so we ate! and then whatever reason we went into the food court CAME TRUE MY MY. ahhah! okay i dont even understand what i just typed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUCKER PW IS FINALLY OVERRRRRRRRRR WOOOOHOOO!&lt;/b&gt; i really really hate PW i tell you. even the stupid OP yesterday was screwed up omg. one of my examiners was the teacher who hates me (the only one i complained about in the past entries). OMG LAH. and he laughed at my ic! so i did look like a nightmare then lah :( and then i was really nervous and i spoke superbly fast even i was a bit freaked at the speed i was talking. he asked me my question and it was so difficult i was stunned. i was thinking WTF! well at least it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to reward myself i went to bugis with some lovely people to shop. woah omg ultra cheap i nearly died. bought a top and cute shoes. we went to topshop and it was supposed to be an amazing sale damn it, but then we returned 1 hour later and the stuff mysteriously disappeared :( i saw green topshop sneakers (the keddy kind) on the site last week, but yesterday it wasn't even on the site! (i checked, and it's on the LAST CHANCE TO BUY category). WHY LIKE THAT! AND IT WASN'T EVEN IN THE STUPID SHOP. all the ugly ones are there, but the green one is too nice. i'm going to another outlet tomorrow, I DON'T CARE. and maybe get the bag that's 50% cheaper :D it really is very photogenic and i intend to take lots of photos with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and cos i was really tired i slept early and i had a nightmare. i freaking dreamt that either my group/i got E for pw. what the hell lah. who even dreams such stuff? i'm becoming a loser with no life omg, somebody stab me. then after that i dreamt that i was a superhero and i saved lives hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm going out with some of the girls in class and it's gonna be hell lot of fun cos i foresee lots of shopppinnggggggg!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-3784372437589044922?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3784372437589044922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=3784372437589044922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3784372437589044922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3784372437589044922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-fall-for-shooting-star.html' title='did you fall for a shooting star?'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RyqC27FheYI/AAAAAAAAALs/SzLxgfFTnvI/s72-c/Caroline__by_yourgayneighbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6488214013666425360</id><published>2007-10-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:48:12.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KNOW YOU CAN.</title><content type='html'>omg today was the most boring day of school ever. i went out of politeness, and we freaking sat in the canteen/cafe the whole day. what a waste of my time. i could have had a very lovely time lying under my soft covers dreaming away. ooh but today i tried the lor mee in school, and it's yummmmmy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so i went home to catch up on some beauty sleep and met a friend on the bus. it's pretty nice to meet old friends! yes and i put on nice cold mask on my face and before i knew it, i was fast asleep like i've never slept before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching gossip girl episode 6 now! i feel so up to date man, the show was aired just 2 days ago. hurr hurr telly is love(: omg stupid shit the episode HANGS halfway. i'll never get to see chace crawford. my internet seems pretty down today. everything is laggy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, chinese A's are just a few days away and i feel so unprepared omg. i must feel ashamed of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so i went around my classmates' blogs, and then i found many photos we took during the learning journey, and i think i'm starting to like my class a lot more. but what the hell it's the freaking last day of school. even though i dread going to school everyday cos i don't like anything much about school, and also because the class is pretty divided, i changed my mind. after the few hours spent at the museum, you all really are lovely people(: i'm lazy to upload the photos so you'll see them another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, gossip girl &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6488214013666425360?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6488214013666425360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6488214013666425360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6488214013666425360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6488214013666425360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-you-can.html' title='YOU KNOW YOU CAN.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-4106672836163299836</id><published>2007-10-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:42:39.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx9iVdHfZhI/AAAAAAAAALk/4pIsNfUdI9Q/s1600-h/Photo1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx9iVdHfZhI/AAAAAAAAALk/4pIsNfUdI9Q/s200/Photo1103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124923021703734802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOPEEDOO so today was my very first learning journey at the museum :D that was after school. school was boring like hell, we didn't even have anything important going on. and there's NO SCHOOL tomorrow except for the dumb oral presentation #2. oh and i discovered something so very disturbing about a friend of mine. you're no more my friend you nasty alien.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the museum(: there are exciting things to look at, and you have a companion which looks like a super magnified ipod hah. it's cool. really. we were camwhoring like nobody's business but that was real fun(: yes that picture above is one of my emo photos! i'm looking at my future school there hah. but jessey's real good at taking emo photos! :( i'm not. hence i need practice, and so is anyone up for a date at the museum with me? :D i have more emo photos but i'll keep that for when i'm feeling depressed. i want those sexy windows in my future house. oh yes took damn a lot of cheesy photos but i look too cheesy so nobody will ever see them except me. went to ps after that and had a ball of a time with lovely classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the mrt, jessey's milkshake spilled inside my bag. it was pretty funny cos everybody started cursing and cursing. but i know it's not her fault, so i'm fine with it. she even offered to bring home my bag to wash haha. but now i have even more reasons to buy a new bag, a new pouch for my keys and ipod and a new wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and japhet and his "entangled in darkness" is damn funny. omg it's an inside joke hah but omg i haven't laughed so hard since idon'tknowwhen already. i miss that feeling of your stomach muscles being all hyped up and stretched, but i haven't laughed that way for so long.i miss mg and how i used to laugh till i rolled on the floor, or till i felt as if my pee was coming out. today somebody said something insulting and it apparently made me look out of sorts, but i'm pretty fine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the girl is strong. she's aunt agony, but does anyone realize that sometimes she needs one too? wide cheesy smiles are a part of her but there are times where she can't continue with that facade. and when she stops, something's wrong. it's easy to be her, because nobody expects too much from her; yet, she expects too much.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;way too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-4106672836163299836?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4106672836163299836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=4106672836163299836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4106672836163299836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4106672836163299836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx9iVdHfZhI/AAAAAAAAALk/4pIsNfUdI9Q/s72-c/Photo1103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-2080967599169613275</id><published>2007-10-24T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:11:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx5vg9HfZgI/AAAAAAAAALc/7GfyqBjhUJk/s1600-h/Old_Montreal_Take_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx5vg9HfZgI/AAAAAAAAALc/7GfyqBjhUJk/s200/Old_Montreal_Take_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124656037946680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing my chinese homework now, but i don't feel like doing anymore. chinese overload is gross. reallly gross. doing 2 compos a week is psycho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohum so we got back our results yesterday. let's just say you should never have too high expectations for a particular subject, cos things always turn out the other way. yup but i'm pretty thankful i passed lit even though i'll still fail overall. it's a watershed in my life hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped by town with leah after school(: i checked out my darling keds! but that dumb shop had such a puny collection. the one of my dreams which i saw online isn't there :(  i'm buying them after chinese As! :D they are freaking cute, i love love them! ahah wait let me go see if they have names. ah my beloved pair is under flirty flats. ooh yes and the champion sneakers! leah likes the maroonish one. i like it too, but i like the beigey one tooo(: ooh but online the red keds is a sexy red, it reminds mf of my darling red poddypoo. omgggg why didn't i buy keds instead of those stupid chucks, which isn't even the one i wanted. oh wait, there was a sale. ah but it's all right to have a few more pairs of shoes! i can wear them everywhere, and erm, maybe i won't buy pumps anymore aha. i'm so conned by their description oh my. i need my "indisputable wardrobe essential" nowww! okay i decided already, i'm buying both :D next week honey, next week! maybe my classic champions can wait till december, when it's nearer a new school year! :D but then again, there is a discount! omg how now brown cow? i shall think about it during chinese later hurr hurrr (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i feel like a psycho. it's 5.30 in the morning and i'm grinning away. oh next we went to fossil and my oh my, i'm getting the wallet. it's effing cheap. as compared to my peeling topshop wallet (i knew it couldn't be trusted cos it was half price!:/) which somebody called "an antique". i was thinking wtf when that person called it an antique. so that person wasn't being nasty or anything but omg my wallet is not an antique, i bought it in june you bitch. i can't help it if it's the peely material. ah but perhaps i should get MY GORGEOUS AND LOVELY FRIENDS to buy it for me for my birthday which is 2 months away :D yes this is my very direct hint so don't pretend you don't read it hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made my shopping list already! it's split into ATTAINABLE and UNATTAINABLE! in my very long list of attainable wants, i shall reward myself by buying them when i study a lot, do all my homework, watch less tv, come online less, don't skip training, lose weight, study even more... oh wow i can reward myself with 7 things already! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah and just yesterday, jessey, weisong and i were looking at people on friendster. no it's not considered stalking. and we went to see my ultimate eyecandy (not the one in school lah, that one is crappy compared to this). we were freaking GAZING at him omg, even weisong. this ultimate eyecandy is really the epitome of good looks. his features are to die for!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes how could i forget? i visited my new house already(: i don't like the car park! and i saw two of my neighbours, who don't look very friendly. ooh yes and my wardrobe space is really very big! it's way bigger than my sister's, and i have a feeling that woman will dump her clothes in my wardrobe, which may not be a bad thing actually hah. i'm gonna have a white and pink room :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the red ultra edition 10.9! it's the most beautiful phone i've ever seen. but then i don't know if anyone would wanna buy it now cos my mummy's colleague gave her her charger (since she used to use my phone) and i can charge my phone now :( i'm pretty fine with the phone actually, but i was quite hyped up about a red phone. my secret wish is to have everything in red/pink/white. then when i open my bag, it would be so cute cos everything is in these three colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha alright enough of raving. i'm gonna wash up now and go to school cos i'm going on a learning journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-2080967599169613275?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2080967599169613275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=2080967599169613275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2080967599169613275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2080967599169613275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-believe.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rx5vg9HfZgI/AAAAAAAAALc/7GfyqBjhUJk/s72-c/Old_Montreal_Take_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-7671535219551282427</id><published>2007-10-19T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:32:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand miles seems pretty far?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RxigftHfZfI/AAAAAAAAALU/9SpoJmB-0fM/s1600-h/strawberries__i_like__by_poop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RxigftHfZfI/AAAAAAAAALU/9SpoJmB-0fM/s200/strawberries__i_like__by_poop_art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123021042681341426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yooo i didn't go to school today cos i've been bingeing like nobody's business and there's something wrong with my tummmywummy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the op first run and it was seriously screwed. let's just say my hands were very clammy and gross the whole time. but omg when SOMEBODY was presenting the whole freaking class was laughing their arse off. even the teacher/coach/judge/ whoever she is laughed. after that we got too hungry so we went to eat and talk and laugh although other groups were still continuing their presentations. when it ended, we bought those funny preserved food/nuts that they were selling in school. later, i wasted my afternoon with SHARON and it was pretty fun actually(: spotted a few things that i think i might just reward myself with(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent today watching telly and watching shows online. i declare myself NOT a computer idiot now! i feel so pro omg. i watched gossip girls. I LIKE :D but nate doesn't look like nate! in the book he sounds so hot, but then the guy acting as him is hot, but not that kind of hot. okay omg i actually read a few when i was too free la. they're so bitchy and rich, and i happen to like this combination haha. oh yes not to mention tall and skinny. next i shall go watch GREEK(: it sounds pretty nice. oh and recently i discovered they actually show kyle xy on channel 5, even though it's the first season and still at the beginning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eying my darling keds for a long while now! i cannot wait to buy them(: ah they are so cute i could just buy the whole shop!! they shall be my reward after i get past chinese and the real op. ooh yes and a drop dead gorgeous bag for going out and another one for school(: yummy yummy and a new phone cos my phone charger kinda died. i'm surviving on the usb cable, which is a reaaaallly weak charger cos my phone's almost flat whenever i get home. and in the very very near future, a new camera? the beautiful and red sony one would be delightful(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can always close your eyes and listen to my voice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-7671535219551282427?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7671535219551282427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=7671535219551282427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7671535219551282427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7671535219551282427'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RxLnzdHfZeI/AAAAAAAAALM/e0UVveqqS_A/s1600-h/Always_Love___by_oPheMuSe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RxLnzdHfZeI/AAAAAAAAALM/e0UVveqqS_A/s200/Always_Love___by_oPheMuSe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121410597449065954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books written by NICHOLAS SPARKS.&lt;br /&gt;He.is.good.&lt;br /&gt;So good that he made me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with MELISSA LEK was lovely today :D&lt;br /&gt;Ham and bacon pasta for lunch was great great great. &lt;br /&gt;Shopping was delightful cos I bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my Topshop pulloverrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;It's grey with cute hearts and I hope it rains every morning so I have a reason to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for moreee!&lt;br /&gt;Come to me diet plans so I can save moolahhh(:&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride home was bumpy and crowded, and I couldn't breathe properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent nearly an hour at Kino looking at lovely magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Browsed through all the funny teen mags.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE. &lt;br /&gt;When I have too much moolah I'll buy them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The face in the mirror is staring back at you&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a better place when you smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5896053110236267723?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5896053110236267723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-7151515888929493330</id><published>2007-10-13T07:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:21:41.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my fuck i accidentally deleted all my songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-7151515888929493330?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7151515888929493330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=7151515888929493330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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A JOKE. yes and risk being friendless when the whole clique doesn't come cos the message didn't get passed down properly, or get many hours of free periods and you stone cos you don't know what else to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some career shit thing yesterday which was so boring i could cry. thankfully there was shikin(: it was pretty unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like dying today. charms is funny. she TALKS to herself, she LAUGHS to herself, and now she even SINGS to herself. and the barbie water bottle leah brought nearly made me die. her description of the bottle and what the bottle actually looked like were worlds apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leah, if you ever bring the bottle to school again i'm not walking beside you HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah training has started again. my god i'm unfit or something because we didn't even run 1km for warmups but i felt as though i ran 10. now it's back to the NO CAFFEINE NO OILY STUFF regime again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i finally saw my clique (well at least half) after a really long time. those lucky bitches have some 3 day week cos they don't do pw or chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna go watch telly, the love of my life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6593315748626556294?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6593315748626556294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6593315748626556294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6593315748626556294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6593315748626556294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-see-your-smile.html' title='When I see your smile'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5815794277478694617</id><published>2007-10-05T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:55:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly to the other end of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RwXptJL6ekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zNY14lgHpoU/s1600-h/sha_ow_es_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RwXptJL6ekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zNY14lgHpoU/s200/sha_ow_es_by_duhitsmia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117753513345710658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i would love to update loads about the sexy chalet but i have a short term memory and everything kinda left my head already. when photos arrive they'll be up here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking burnt i can't tote my bags anymore cos my shoulder is red. yes but my face has been spared the agony because i practically bathed my whole face in whitening cream and now i look i'm in the pink of health! (unlike chloe who is now a head turner with her scalded looking face hurrrrrr) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was spent with chloe. she told the bus driver to throw away her bubble tea. my god. and because i have so much compassion for the world, i paid for her bubble tea(: and hahaha you should have seen how people stared at her and her burn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we bought leah's present, and you better like it since we spent a bomb on it (okay we didn't). town was borrrrrrrrring. it was relatively upsetting cos i wanted to buy things for myself and spend money. topshop looked exactly the same as the last time i went there, minus the fact that the pretty accessories have vanished. there was a BIRD HOUSE necklace. wtf, who the hell would ever wear that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala and then oh yes, we got conned into buying a pen to help people get back into society or whatever, and the pen barely has ink. i think the guy printed his own information out to get people to "donate". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why does fareast look so very different? At mondo i tried on the sexiest killer heels in my whole life, but i had to regretfully plonk it back on the shelf. oh yes and i sprayed the Young Sexy Lovely by Yves Saint Laurent. it smells delightful and i want to buy it. omg i can still catch a whiff of it on my wrist, how cool can this get? and i sat on 105 for the first time in my life, and we talked about a very useless, sucky school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i have no idea what else happened yesterday and this is one boring update.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so leah's party's on laterrrrrrr and it'll be fun(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5815794277478694617?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5815794277478694617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5815794277478694617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5815794277478694617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5815794277478694617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/fly-to-other-end-of-world.html' title='Fly to the other end of the world.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RwXptJL6ekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zNY14lgHpoU/s72-c/sha_ow_es_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-3330955442057501005</id><published>2007-10-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:59:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASSUP HONEY!</title><content type='html'>anyway so exams were over on monday. i never thought monday would come. then i went for a lovely chalet with beautiful people, and i just got back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm shit tired now and i'm gonna hibernate until tomorrow before all the SHOPPPINGGGGG and going out and telllytellytelly come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO DESPERATELY NEED TO START EXERCISING AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and then if i'm too free with nothing to do i'll pop by here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-3330955442057501005?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3330955442057501005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=3330955442057501005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3330955442057501005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3330955442057501005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/wassup-honey.html' title='WASSUP HONEY!'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-623153022162265934</id><published>2007-09-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:42:52.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know that a heart can die?</title><content type='html'>I've been rushing out those dumbass pw deadlines the past few days and I'm spending a lot of time on pw than on studying for promos, which are in omg EIGHT FREAKING DAYS. Yup and guess what yours truly is doing now? Actually I'm just attempting to start on that insights and reflections shit thing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I saw the class pervert and decided to be nice and friendly and say HELLO! But then when I looked at him my mouth just refused to open so I looked like I was staring at him for a very long time. God he better not think I want to be his friend or something ewwwww. Oh yes then after that I told the bus stop buddies about certain incidents and we laughed and laughed till we were late for assembly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I suffered from severe emotional trauma again! Today I was trying to remove the LEFT contacts, but it shifted and went UP my eye. omgggg this is agony I tell you. So I was pouring solution into my eye and trying to fish out the contacts before it decided to LIVE inside my eye forever. I'm so lousy at this, I feel so ashamed of myself. And it's not the first time :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for a mock math paper in the afternoon and nearly died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I have nothing else to say. This totally shows the extent of my very boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-623153022162265934?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/623153022162265934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=623153022162265934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/623153022162265934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/623153022162265934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-you-know-that-heart-can-die.html' title='Did you know that a heart can die?'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-534539826343455601</id><published>2007-09-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:11:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, this is going nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RtwhHxnQz4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7nae1vlJoE8/s1600-h/Hearts_On_Collapse_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RtwhHxnQz4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7nae1vlJoE8/s200/Hearts_On_Collapse_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105992494992117634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ONE ANGRY GIRL NOW &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooody wireless. I have some virus now cos my friend accidentally sent to me. AND it keeps hanging the damn computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god on Sunday I fell asleep in front of the dear old telly at 7pm! Horrors of all horrors, and I woke up at 12 hours later, which is rather disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to embrace those lecture notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty disgusting attempting to study but I had fun hanging by myself. I think I'm actually antisocial haha. I kinda like the idea of spending time alone cos it's therapeutic. Listening to old school music made me somewhat happy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, promos are in 18 days, yet I've never felt so, I would call it unprepared? There are just too many things to work on. Too many. Okay I'm beginning to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just shut up and go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-534539826343455601?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/534539826343455601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=534539826343455601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/534539826343455601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/534539826343455601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/09/honey-this-is-going-nowhere.html' title='Honey, this is going nowhere.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RtwhHxnQz4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7nae1vlJoE8/s72-c/Hearts_On_Collapse_III_by_ohxtragedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-2774843149389325719</id><published>2007-09-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:45:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SEXY HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rtkl8xnQz2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qik-Pl_xxEs/s1600-h/Photo923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rtkl8xnQz2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qik-Pl_xxEs/s200/Photo923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105153378641563490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEAUTIFUL SEPTEMBER HOLIDAYS ARE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since dear chloe and darling leah have updated, i decided i should update too, and talk about the stupid pigeon which antagonized me very very badly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT THIS TODAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RtlsfBnQz3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/885axQk5NrY/s1600-h/DBIntimately+herdeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RtlsfBnQz3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/885axQk5NrY/s320/DBIntimately+herdeo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105230932866027378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the miss sixty one and the esprit one too! i wanted to buy all three, but then what's the point of having so many deodorants right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to school (let's just say i was forced by SOMEBODY and no, it's not my mother) to celebrate teacher's day.  at least we didn't have to do the canal walk shit cos we were doing the fancy dress shit. good thing jessey went to school or i'd have killed myself, since she was the only one from the clique who went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(leah will be so superbly delighted when she reads this) I LOVE LEAH'S CUPCAKES(: we planned our future and i'm gonna be the major shareholder of her shop, even though she declares that she'll be the major shareholder. let's see how things go! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah teacher's day was hell boring. and i WONDER AGAIN why i went &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes omg on thursday i saw my eyecandy seven times in school! but i had very very very dark circles around my eyes because i stayed up to do pw. 6 hours of sleep in two days can kill, especially when you normally sleep more than 6 hours in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah but during the concert adeline's class sang some song! my my i like it a lot, and i found it so i'm listening to it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped by leah's house after that. then my lovely babes (YES PIONG THAT INCLUDES YOU) came over to leah's house(: went to nydc at holland v after that! YUMMY YUMMY I LOVE THE NAMES OF THE DISHES. two becomes one, romeo and juliet, tears from heaven. my god i love the names haha! nobody wanted to camwhore with me so i amused myself while waiting for the other lovely, sexy girls to come(: i finally saw nat my hot date after many many many many months but it was great seeing her &lt;3 yes yes and serene and emelia updating me about &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;, piong and her funny class, angie and her coolio unpermed hair... ooh yes and joanne cut her hair at this funny salon. nat cut bangsy bangs for free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though zhuanzhuan couldn't make it, but i know we'll meet up after promos right, my darling sexy bestie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes xinyi messaged me to tell me about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sex bomb's whereabouts! lucky bitch, she was so damn close lah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are still with serene and i'll upload them when i get them!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. stupid promos are in 21 days and i barely started cos of stupid pw. the thought of pw just makes my blood boil i tell you. if anything untoward happens to me, it's all because of blooody pw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah: "oh my goodness! look at that pigeon! its disgustingly ugly eh?(points to white pigeon that seemed to stand out in the crowd of its black counterparts and look at me with its revolting eyes)&lt;br /&gt;charmain: "ew ya! why does it look like that?!"&lt;br /&gt;meijin: (sounding intellectual)"its an albino"&lt;br /&gt;charmain: "thats not an albino la meijin, thats a dove"&lt;br /&gt;meijin: "and WHY in the world would a dove hang out with pigeons?!"&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;charmain: "it wants to look attractive"&lt;br /&gt;chloe: "identity crisis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigeons are the most disgusting creatures ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah just now my sissypoo and i saw a mother cat and the kitten. my god the kitten's so cuteeee i wanted to grab it. kittens are cute (especially those tiny ones which look like they'll break into two anytime). BUT I HATE ALL ANIMALS EXCEPT MY DARLING MOO MOOO CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON MEIJIN EMBRACE THOSE GORGEOUS LECTURE NOTES AND TYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-2774843149389325719?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2774843149389325719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=2774843149389325719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2774843149389325719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2774843149389325719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yes-omg-on-thursday-i-saw-my.html' title='HELLO SEXY HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rtkl8xnQz2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Qik-Pl_xxEs/s72-c/Photo923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-4036194870764606468</id><published>2007-08-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:24:52.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me feel like flying</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARMSY AND YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME(:&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to upload that latest photo we took but i can't find the usb cable. &lt;br /&gt;seriously i didn't not know it was your birthday today. &lt;br /&gt;i was trying to stop your head from swelling so i said SATURDAY when you asked me yesterday what day today is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched hotel rwanda for gp enrichment. &lt;br /&gt;i swear it's my favourite movie!&lt;br /&gt;love the mix of humour and terror. &lt;br /&gt;oh yes saw my class photos too and i look so cheesy it's disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm real annoyed now cos i can't find my usb cable and my ipod cable.&lt;br /&gt;my poddypoo needs to be fed with some new songs but no, the wires have all disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;goodness i hate this feeling of knowing that exams are round the corner but you just can't get down to serious studying. &lt;br /&gt;not that i don't want to, but my body refuses to respond to the signals my brain send. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a magnet, maybe there'd be that draw to lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;stupid promos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right and i shall go wile away this very very very long night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-4036194870764606468?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4036194870764606468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=4036194870764606468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4036194870764606468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4036194870764606468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-charmsy-and-you-know-you.html' title='you make me feel like flying'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-280461913823372114</id><published>2007-08-23T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:01:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we could all dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsxmlBnQz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3tj2xAhsk08/s1600-h/untitled_04__by_inlovewithmuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsxmlBnQz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3tj2xAhsk08/s200/untitled_04__by_inlovewithmuse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101565264178237266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night I was very eager to practice Math for the stupid test after I woke up from my nap, but I left my notes in school and Sharon took them but forgot to return to me. So I decided to apply what I learnt in GP. Hurr hurr apparently we do not know how to relax, so I was very relaxed and calmly continued doing Math. But omg in the end I decided that I would be pretty screwed for the test so I gave up and went to catch up on my beauty sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(technically yesterday) I had my favourite pitch training(: I LOVE THE PITCH :D And it felt really good to be training again after such a long time although it was pretty awkward at first. But I loserfied myself like hell. Stupid Alecia KEPT LAUGHING AT ME! &gt;:( I made a hole in my fbts cos we went to climb over the very low fence when they started to water the grass on the pitch, and my fbts got stuck in the fence. I was wailing like a cow cos my  fbts totally went up. hurrrrr. Yes and I became the butt of a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing after that was lovely(: It felt so good like home! The water was hot and even though the cubicle felt smaller and darker than before, I felt so refreshed after that I thought I could start studying for A levels already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy talks with Alecia and now I know her DIRTY SECRET! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and omg I discovered there's another eyecandy lookalike in school! Is this disturbing or what. Why the hell do people want to look so alike? I say want to because the hair is the same. He's totally trying to pass off as my eyecandy but he won't succeed cos he's a little too pudgy for his own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a Cold War test in about 7 hours and I am so screwed cos I just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax meijin, just relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-280461913823372114?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/280461913823372114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=280461913823372114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/280461913823372114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/280461913823372114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-we-could-all-dream.html' title='When we could all dream'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsxmlBnQz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3tj2xAhsk08/s72-c/untitled_04__by_inlovewithmuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-7034387380221524781</id><published>2007-08-18T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:04:40.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsZ5m4XZsfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/524YanmQexg/s1600-h/Julia_and_Anna_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsZ5m4XZsfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/524YanmQexg/s200/Julia_and_Anna_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099897336916193778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was damn funnny! Mel stuck her legs under the table and was sitting quite unglamly when our dear class pervert walked by and stared at her legs. And she went "EEEEE DON'T LOOOK!" omg damn funny! The dear class pervert is really the ultimate. He enjoys looking at legs, whether they're hot or not, and he also enjoys looking up skirts. It is highly disturbing. I would classify him as a danger to society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for assembly, they got Dr. William Tan to come and motivate us and inspire us. And he said that when he was in medical school or something, the teacher or whoever told him "Why are you here? You're wasting a space in the school." And he said he wanted to bite him. Oh and he asked how we would feel if somebody told us that. Well, that would never happen in this school hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I forgot to mention we had to do this survey for a somebody in the school. Yes yes the same one who gave me names and whose favourite statement to me is "EH HOCKEY PLAYER!". God I think he says it everytime I see him. Well so there was one question that asked about his courtesy and respect for others. I wonder why he even wants to know our opinion on it, when it's not even present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next week I'm finally going for training again!(: And it's pitch, mind you. PITCH!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm gonna spend my favourite day of the week doing PW.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Serious bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-7034387380221524781?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7034387380221524781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=7034387380221524781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7034387380221524781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7034387380221524781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsZ5m4XZsfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/524YanmQexg/s72-c/Julia_and_Anna_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-146404121701904778</id><published>2007-08-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:11:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK ME HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsRzTIXZsdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4aNBuQkvRBA/s1600-h/Dirty_dancing_by_blubirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsRzTIXZsdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4aNBuQkvRBA/s200/Dirty_dancing_by_blubirds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099327450590589394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this neverending pile of homework to finish everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Late nights and more late nights.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I decided that a particular canteen vendor is a hell of a bitch. LIKE SERIOUSLY. I freaking bought two drinks from her and I was fishing for exact change in my very small purse (YES IT'S NEW STRATEGY TO SAVE MONEY) and she told me in horrible sounding broken mandarin "EH WHY YOU TAKE SO LONG TO FIND 80CENTS" . She is so rude. And her tone was so high and mighty. And damn she still expected me to PUT THE MONEY on her palm? Madness I tell you. I refused to and I left it at the side of the counter. And I thought aunties are supposed to be harmless and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so boring it kills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY AND FREEDOM IS AT 1230 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, MY FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS, AND MY SUNDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;but i hate sunday nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-146404121701904778?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/146404121701904778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=146404121701904778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/146404121701904778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/146404121701904778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/walk-me-home.html' title='WALK ME HOME'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RsRzTIXZsdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4aNBuQkvRBA/s72-c/Dirty_dancing_by_blubirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-9143354363563896331</id><published>2007-08-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:06:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage d'Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RryEvYwBYZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FL0neVWHn-g/s1600-h/z103714916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RryEvYwBYZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FL0neVWHn-g/s200/z103714916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097094827909144978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo! I'm learning how to play Marriage d'Amour! Omg I'm such an excellent example of LIFE LONG LEARNING. Who ever bothers to learn how to play a piano piece after the traumatic grade 8 exam (which took place last year and I'm still extremely sore about it). Yes so I'm extremely in love with it and I will memorise it by the end of the year, along with Canon in D, which I've been trying to memorise since sec2 hahaha. I shall look for a simpler version! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a great day cos it was HALF DAY AND I MET UP WITH MY FAVOURITE HONEYSSS! I totally LOVEEEEEEEE public holidays and the celebrations(: The celebrations were boring and pathetic. The only highlight was the guy who could change his face. Haha then charms was telling us about her EMBARRASSING STORY. Omg everytime I think about it I want to laugh cos it's such a joke. Anyway but I was very sad cos Zhuanzhuan, Joanne and Nic didn't come in the end :( BOOO! Zhuanzhuan you have such importance in my life! I actually didn't want to go cos you weren't going. I DESERVE A PRIZE FOR BEING SO SWEEEEEEEET! :D I saw Jamiepok with her friends! And Emelia was telling me they saw a NIGHTMARE, who is apparently now very popular with guys. Are the guys blind or what hahahah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes so we went to our favourite Sushi Tei. I shall just next to Niku Udon from now on. Yummy yummy I ate till I wanted to die. It was great catching up with all the lovelies and talking about &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; stuff(: I bought myself a very cute Strawberry Shortcake water bottle! I still love Strawberry Shortcake a lot a lot(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Mrs Tee a card! (Yes despite the fact that she wasn't the most excellent teacher). Yup so I was a happy girl cos I LOVE MEETING UP WITH LOVELY BABES(: Can't wait to catch up with you all again! Love love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Jamiepok yesterday! It was very tiring, but lunch was very enjoyable! The National Day Parade was special but not thaaaaaaat fantastic. Right then oh yes, I LOVE FIREWORKS :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cut my hair! My my I went to the Kimage at such an isolated place. I felt very vulnerable when the woman was shampooing my hair! I felt so comfortable I nearly fell asleep. Then I kept thinking about those silly tv shows where the person would wake up and my my something has happened! So I felt quite uncomfortable in the end. Had Macs with my sister after that(: SISTERLY BONDING :D PW meeting got cancelled and I couldn't find anyone free cos it was too last minute so I spent quality time by myself in front of the telly today! I'm almost done watching Spring Waltz! Just another 2hours more(: Omg it was so heart-wrenching and painful and sad and I cried like hell. How the hell do people ever love each other so much until they inflict pain on themselves? I wouldn't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while I was bawling my eyes out, CHARMS CALLED AND SAID that my oh so hot one was freaking watching the same movie as her in the same damn cinema. After I hung up I decided it was a much better choice to be in front of the telly feeling sad for the star-crossed lovers than see him outside school. Seeing him in school is awful, it'll be worse in public. I think I will puke. But now, I don't really care. Maybe if it was say, Channing Tatum, then it'll be a whole different story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT THE WEEKEND TO COME! SOON IT'LL GO AND MY HOLIDAYS WILL LEAVE ME AGAIN :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch OC! I haven't watched it since last month :( But I have stupid tests next week! And untouched homework :( Yuck! But I should stop being lazy! Promos are coming :/ My secret wish was to get TRIPLE As. Now I shall just be content with triple Es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Marriage d'Amour now. The speed at which the person is playing is psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been doing some thinking. Maybe I actually like simplicity. Some matters are just so complicated they'll never be sorted out even if you spend a lifetime trying. And the roller coaster of emotions, which turns the world upside down is disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-9143354363563896331?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9143354363563896331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=9143354363563896331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/9143354363563896331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/9143354363563896331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/marriage-damour.html' title='Marriage d&apos;Amour'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RryEvYwBYZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FL0neVWHn-g/s72-c/z103714916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-983045884926613929</id><published>2007-08-07T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:39:06.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we stop running away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrhfVYwBYYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XTkjgw5SbA4/s1600-h/Nothings_gonna_change_my_world_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrhfVYwBYYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XTkjgw5SbA4/s200/Nothings_gonna_change_my_world_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095927799395475842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Miss Goh's obituary in the newspaper today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS THE WORST DAY EVER. I was feeling very groggy when I woke up, so I just stuck my contacts into my eyes without thinking very much. While waiting for Chloe, my left eye got real uncomfortable so I thought the lens shifted out of my eye, so I rubbed it and omg, my eye suddenly had that ULTRA STINGY feeling and before I knew it I was tearing like hell. Imagine how emo I must look, sitting alone tearing. Anyway so I fished out my Revlon mirror (THANK GOD I BROUGHT IT. I WAS CONTEMPLATING IF I SHOULD LEAVE MY HELLO KITTY MIRROR AND THE REVLON MIRROR AT HOME) and discovered that I couldn't see the lens &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt; around my damn eye. I started freaking out and was poking around my eye to see where the bloody lens was. Then all the horror stories that my mother tried to scare me with started APPEARING in my damn head. One story was how the contact lens got stuck behind the eye or don't know what and the girl went blind. So I was thinking I'M GONNA GO BLIND. Omg it was so scary. Thank god for Chloe, who finally got the lens out of my eye. It was at the side of my eye for god's sake. Yes and I was cursing non-stop cos I was too freaked. So thanks a bang Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so because of all the trauma I went through, my eye was hurting like hell so I refused to participate during the lesson. And SOMEBODY hates me because I'm not a freaking size 0, and he called me fat? Okay fine I'm fat, but he isn't exactly the epitome of hotness so I don't see why he's being such a bitch. And, previously he gave me several names which did not exactly describe my behaviour. This is extreme biasedness I tell you. This is a classic example of sizeism, except that I'm not overweight, or maybe it's lookism. BAH. I am a victim of bullying oh god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and during recess we were ranting and ranting and I came up with a fabulous strategy to treat such people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why I have become such a cynical bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite embarrassing cos I think my hottie knows I eyecandy him! Ah the horrors! But after today I'm not that sure anymore. But just now I was looking around online and OMG I FOUND OUT RATHER DISTURBING THINGS I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE NOW NOW NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so the day was agonizingly painful because we had a Lit written assignment=test=BAD. I have no idea what the poem was talking about. No idea at all. And with all the many SOMEBODIES who treat me like I'm not worth anything at all, my day was totally spoilt. What a joke. A freaking &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; trying to comment on things which don't concern him at all. I sincerely believe that unless you are a perfect human being with absolutely no flaws, you have no right to comment at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, CERTAIN THINGS can make it all right. Pretty sightings of that hot one do help! And spending time looking at skincare after school is a perfect way to make one feel delighted. Mel and I bought some facial foam and moisturiser and I hurriedly went home to bathe and try out my new facial foam. OMG IT IS GOOD STUFF I TELL YOU. Very good stuff. I foresee that flawless complexion coming my way hur hur hurrrrrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even lighter note, yours truly is gonna meet up with her favourite mg loves tomorrow and there's no school till next weeek HOOOOOOOOORAY. I enjoy doing plenty of homework! I LOVE NATIONAL DAY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-983045884926613929?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/983045884926613929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=983045884926613929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/983045884926613929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/983045884926613929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-we-stop-running-away.html' title='Can we stop running away?'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrhfVYwBYYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XTkjgw5SbA4/s72-c/Nothings_gonna_change_my_world_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5417477053206253690</id><published>2007-08-05T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:54:22.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of our own?</title><content type='html'>So today was a good day. Family day! :D Lunched with them at some funny restaurant at Vivo(: My my, the duck was awesome. Hohum and we walked around and talked and laughed and bought stuff and it was a very nice feeeling. My mummy's quite a spendthrift and I guess I know where the genes come from. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on Friday with my pretty eyecandy in sight. There's some problem with the complexion, but surprisingly I still like it :/ Anyway, yesterday was the rather failure open house, since I don't recall seeing any would-be students hanging around the school. Well, there was nothing much to do other than rot around with Chloe, buy ice jellies and camwhore. Managed to steal all these from ADEWADE MY FAVOURITE CAPTAINNYPOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrW4hIwBYWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dTMgL2F5St8/s1600-h/e8457d38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrW4hIwBYWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dTMgL2F5St8/s320/e8457d38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095181432863678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty girls and me(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrW41IwBYXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SomGQ96D57s/s1600-h/e8455e40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrW41IwBYXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SomGQ96D57s/s320/e8455e40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095181776461062514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look pretty retarded there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jamiepok(: I haven't uploaded those on my phone so there's no picture of her! Ooh yes how could i forget! MASSY MAS MY SUPERSTAR SERENADED TO ME ME ME! That girl is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition I was waiting for the bus home and the wait was too long, so I started to think about the weirdest things in the world, and I started to feel very er, I guess I would call it loserly? I whined like hell to Chloe, so thank you pjbestie for actually replying(: Let's just say that if somebody ever decided to whine in such a way to me, I wouldn't bother to reply. Oops? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly fell asleep in front of the telly after dinner. Omg I was quite ashamed of myself when I woke up this morning haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow! I seriously can't wait for this week! :D What with National Day and half days, I get to spend time with my sec4 lovelies! Can't wait for all the juicy gossip and reminiscing and squealing and wailing again(: Yes yes not to forget PHOTOS! &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I haven't started on a single piece of homework that's due tomorrow yet. There's math tutorial, 2 chinese compos, and plenty of reading and catching up to do! But the night is still young, so there's no need to fret meijin! NO NEED AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go eat some dinner before I start work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5417477053206253690?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5417477053206253690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5417477053206253690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5417477053206253690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5417477053206253690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/story-of-our-own.html' title='A story of our own?'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RrW4hIwBYWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dTMgL2F5St8/s72-c/e8457d38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-972243906418864028</id><published>2007-08-01T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:04:11.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you live and breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rq-fXowBYVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_AthZF7xbJo/s1600-h/Wednesday_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rq-fXowBYVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_AthZF7xbJo/s200/Wednesday_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093464932003963218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD :D MY BITCHY COMPUTER HAS BEEN REPAIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Haha training yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;Like finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (technically yesterday) was funny! First, Mel insists that she's MEL THE BELLE (when I actually meant Mel the Bell.) Then Sharon saw her STAR playing her favourite sport and she nearly &lt;s&gt;bled&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;drooled to death&lt;/i&gt;. Haha omg her behaviour after that was damn funny. When I disagreed with her she ACTUALLY smiled at me. Hahahah the wonders of an eyecandy. Who the hell smiles and laughs with another person who disagrees with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and people in school are on their little Cambridge trip now. Damn I also want! Hohum. After school I decided to be studious and stayed for night study. Aha and so we sat in some classroom on the 1st floor and I had my approximately ten seconds of eye contact with dear old hottie woooo! :D Studying in school is such a breeze(: I finished all my homework before 6, but cos I was hungry I couldn't do any work, so I bummed around with toilet trips and listening to Jesse Mccartney serenade to me haha. But after dinner I was too full! So I couldn't do any work. Germ kept skipping around like some idiot. Then Daddy came and I got home, bathed, removed blackheads with the black pore pack thingy, watched some telly and slept since my mummy wasn't home and I didn't know how to connect the computer back. Yes and that explains why I'm online at this unearthly hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I turned on the computer I nearly died of shock cos the whole thing looks different and I took nearly 20 minutes to find my folder with photos all the way from sec 3 till now. Ah and with all my stupid PW documents as well. Good thing I found them or else I would have cursed till the cows came home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind in my work cos I've been in this very indifferent mode towards work. Stupid EOM and the damn History essay test! :/ There's slightly more than an hour before I need to wash up and get ready for sickly school :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, next week will be funnnnnnnnn! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-972243906418864028?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/972243906418864028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=972243906418864028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/972243906418864028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/972243906418864028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-you-live-and-breathe.html' title='Because you live and breathe'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rq-fXowBYVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_AthZF7xbJo/s72-c/Wednesday_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-8015566965676913379</id><published>2007-07-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:54:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ONE MINUTE WILL DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnvdYwBYRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UCF-2oKtNw8/s1600-h/Photo829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnvdYwBYRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UCF-2oKtNw8/s200/Photo829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091864141858169106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Founder's Day was awesome!(: I love everything about MG! Going back once again really brought back lovely memories of the past decade. We totally pigged out at the reception aha(: And we talked and laughed and gossiped and it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes but damn it, I wish I studied harder and got that point less and squeeze my way into that dream school. Seeing 80% of your friends all decked in AC blazers is not a very nice feeling, especially when you're wearing some &lt;i&gt;insert-your-own-word&lt;/i&gt; blazer. But other than that, which I decided to get over since there's no way that will ever happen, I was a very happy girl(: Got my graduation cert and I feel sad! The graduation cert's real sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnwbYwBYSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pn_FjgtV0wY/s1600-h/Photo732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnwbYwBYSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pn_FjgtV0wY/s320/Photo732.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091865207010058530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says something like "You came to us as a child, and now it's time for you to go" and how "We can only have well wishes for you" or something along that line. It's so damn sweet omg I want to be a child again :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took damn a lot of photos with friends and of the school. Pigged out some more at Leah's house. Omg the walk to her house was so nostalgic. It really was a bittersweet feeling :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnxI4wBYTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rWHwIXCl5uM/s1600-h/Photo835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnxI4wBYTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rWHwIXCl5uM/s320/Photo835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091865988694106418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I called it my second home, cos she lived opposite school, and when I didn't feel like going home after school, I'd pop by her house. And whenever I needed to waste time along the way, I'd go there too. However, it was my second time to her house this year. The first was cos of Thanksgiving Service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to put up many many many photos in this entry but I had a bad hair day :/ So I shall put up one with my favourite indian inside! I MISS YOU TWO PRILLSY AND SANGWAAAAAAA &lt;3 But you'll never read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnyZ4wBYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/74dawfi07eM/s1600-h/Photo740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnyZ4wBYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/74dawfi07eM/s320/Photo740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091867380263510338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed out of school yesterday cos my gastric was being shitty and it was damn painful. Went to the doctor and apparently I have food poisoning. Oh yeah on Saturday I thought I had cramps, but nope it was actually my gastric hurting! So scary lah. I can't drink milk :( Anyway so I got an MC for today, but I had to go to school for Math re-retest. Yeah the retest of a retest haha. Wooo but I finally saw my hottie again after many many days :D But I couldn't see properly cos my left contacts either dropped out/never went into my eye. There's something wrong with my left eye. Everytime anything happens to my contacts, it's the left eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and and I got a photo of my hottie and showed it to various people on Founder's. Wooo they say he's not bad(: Totally made my day haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch telly! I suddenly miss watching Ron Ng! :D My favourite Hong Kong actor along with Edison(: Haha no actually most of my favourite Chinese actors are all from Hong Kong. Lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-8015566965676913379?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8015566965676913379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=8015566965676913379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8015566965676913379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8015566965676913379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-one-minute-will-do.html' title='JUST ONE MINUTE WILL DO'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqnvdYwBYRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UCF-2oKtNw8/s72-c/Photo829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1420321960086125027</id><published>2007-07-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:53:47.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqX6HowBYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TFfXXugo3UM/s1600-h/along_the_beach_by_little_pretty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqX6HowBYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TFfXXugo3UM/s200/along_the_beach_by_little_pretty.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090749962917077250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG I'M JUST SO EXCITED THAT TOMORROW'S FOUNDER'S DAY! :D CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ALL THOSE LOVELY BABES AND WE CAN GOSSIP AND CATCH UP AND TALK AND LAUGH AND LIFE WILL BE GOOD AGAIN!(: CAN'T WAIT TO WALK UP THAT HILLL(: AHA LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my stupid computer is down again so I'm using my sister's lapppy! Oh hahaha my mummy just called me to say you can to disconnect some crappy wire somewhere but I can't be bothered so hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cleared up some issues(: Erm erm oh yeah training! I finally went for training, and haha I'm still alive and well! Had so much to tell my beloved bus stop gang! Good thing everyone came early today so we had plenty of time to talk. Don't know how I'd survive school without you three bitches(: Love you all plenty pretty Charms, darling Chloe and unglam Leah! It's in alphabetical order so don't be jealous cos your name's not first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SPEAKING OF CHARMS, I'M RIPPING THIS FROM CHLOE'S BLOG. WE LAUGHED LIKE HELL OVER IT YESTERDAY DAMMIT I NEED TO LAUGH AGAIN. CHARMSYYY!!! Hahahahahahaha x infinity. So my friend takes 67 to school every morning, she says it takes hell long to come, and the bus was about to move off when the idiot stuck her damned leg between the door cause she thought that bus doors had censors. OMG LA WTF PLEASE. Yeah so everyone knows that DOORS HAVE NO CENSORS, so duh the door shut with her leg clamped in the middle. HAHAHAHA and she was in such a weird position there was this uncle who turned away (BET HE FOUND IT OBSCENE OR SOMETHING, omg this just gets funnier) So the bus driver got all agitated and all, and he started scolding her daaaaaamn loudly! HAHA shitzzz and Leah who was all the way back in the bus, listening to her iPod could hear the uncle shouting away. So I was thinking "Damn that's gotta be loud!" But oh noooo, Leah added that it wasn't just any ordinary bus, it was a bleeding BENDY BUSSSSSS!!! Oh my tian, how can charmain? HOW CAN??? The bendy bus is super long! MAN, you are the bomb la Charmain! HAWHAW don't get mad I blogged about you aye? YOU KNOW I LOOOOVE YOU SO CAUSE YOU'RE SO DARN CUTE! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to digress. I'm drooling over the lovely Sony vaios and I'm in a dilemma! I like pink and red! How to choose!! The red is worth dying for, but the pink is cotton candy pink(: Omg if I ever get the cotton candy pink one plus the cotton candy pink nintendo, THEY CAN MATCH EACH OTHER! But if I have something that's already cotton candy pink, why would I need two right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurr okay enough of dreaming. Today I had too many doses of the oh so hot one I was SO close to dying aha! Deadly doses they areeee. Oh yes and Jessey was so traumatized somebody today. Boy was I disturbed when I knew about it. Gee. Omg and today before Lit, &lt;b&gt;A FREAKING FLY FLEW INTO MY EYE&lt;/b&gt;. I was damn freaked I was cursing like hell. Like seriously, I could have gone blind. And I'm really thankful it came out so I decided that I shall have a healthy diet for the rest of the week :D OMG LAH it was so scary. And this reminds me of an incident last year with Nicole! Haha we sprayed don't know who's spray after PE and attracted a bee into the class cos the bee hovered over our heads! Hahhaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around school after lessons with Chloe. I ate my dao huey? that beancurd thingy. It's only 50 cents like OMG HOW CHEAP CAN IT GET. Oh yes and my weekly dose of Meiji Strawberry Milk :D I was so so bummed when I discovered the vending machine only had COFFEE flavour. Who even drinks COFFEE flavoured milk? However, the vending machine guy came along and made my day!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why I'm here when I ought to be doing Math like nobody's business and cramming History into my head since there are tests the day after tomorrow. I'm deceiving myself into believing that I'd be so overjoyed tomorrow that I'll not sleep and study the whole night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLLY CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW(: I can scream and go high like nobody's business and no one would careee! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go fetch my mummy before picking up my sister, who's gonna be back from Taiwan :D Hopefully she would have bought me some nice delightful things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm like a stalker in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;As if.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1420321960086125027?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1420321960086125027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=1420321960086125027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1420321960086125027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1420321960086125027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/indescribable-joy.html' title='Indescribable joy'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqX6HowBYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TFfXXugo3UM/s72-c/along_the_beach_by_little_pretty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6635768968494722127</id><published>2007-07-22T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:53:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqNDBYwBYOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5iFsqCZPf-c/s1600-h/adventures_of_yellow_leg_II_by_Kan_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqNDBYwBYOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5iFsqCZPf-c/s200/adventures_of_yellow_leg_II_by_Kan_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089985694961590498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent. I'm superbly proud of myself. Yours truly just rejected her favourite sinful food in the world for something healthier. My my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice-cream in school on Friday! Cool cool cool, it was yummy :D Canceled our afternoon out at town because the sun was burning too mercilessly. Hung around school and had fun in the library! I sound so loserish but the library's cool. Gossip session in the library(: Found out some pretty disturbing stuff about certain people. I never knew people could get so desperate! Missed my chance with THE OH SO HOT ONE when Sharon went to play tennis. Damn, I should have gone to help her pick up balls or something hurrr. Had ice-cream again when the cafe was gonna close, and they gave us a huge helping. However I thought they were highly annoying as they kept saying "WE ONLY MIX FLAVOURS COS NOW GOT NOT ENOUGH OKAY" Like hello, I'm sure we all know about your thriftiness? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Call me a loser but I saw a Nintendo DS Lite for the first time in my life on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqNDdYwBYPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A2x4BJoDcWE/s1600-h/pink-nintendo-ds-lite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqNDdYwBYPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A2x4BJoDcWE/s320/pink-nintendo-ds-lite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089986175997927666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot? I want one! And it's COTTON CANDY PINK :D But they should have a hot pink one or something. Vinci has the white one and Mel and I played with it during CIP. Haha yes we're getting our CIP hours by playing Nintendo. We offered to look after bags? There were attempted tries by people to steal our bags! But we warded them off with the NINTENDO! Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my favourite girls(: It was great! We should have more dinner sessions, sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cramps yesterday and I thought I was gonna give birth. I was in excruciating pain. Then I slept and woke up with a fever :/ Didn't go for tuition or pw. I hope my group members don't think I'm a flake :/ Okay so basically I spent my day sleeping and moaning, and I slept for 23 hours. Amazing. Sleep is bliss(: But shit, today's like hell cos I gotta cram all my work and study for the tests coming up!I love History so much I WILL SCORE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow! I haven't really been going for trainings, so I hope I don't pant and die of overwork tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday!(: FOUNDERS!&lt;3 I get to see my favourite babes again(: I foresee lots of catching up, gossiping and reminiscing! And of course, stepping into lovely MG again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6635768968494722127?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6635768968494722127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6635768968494722127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6635768968494722127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6635768968494722127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend adventures'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RqNDBYwBYOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5iFsqCZPf-c/s72-c/adventures_of_yellow_leg_II_by_Kan_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6312141540875048226</id><published>2007-07-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:20:50.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel in my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rp838lw6kaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lRFWjFPW9vU/s1600-h/Menage_a_Trois_by_Chibss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rp838lw6kaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lRFWjFPW9vU/s200/Menage_a_Trois_by_Chibss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088847618020905378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a blur. My grandmother passed away on Sunday so we went for the wake and all. Haha there was this really funny notice my sister and I read about somebody STEALING URNS AND METAL CASES (like the drain cover). Omg that was the joke please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today! But Sharon updated me about my hot hot hottie!(: She was so cute yesterday. She saw her favourite Christian boy and she turned super red. Yesterday(or the day before, I'm not too sure), I discovered something disturbing. Apparently there is this hot hot hottie lookalike. OMG HE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE MY HOTTIE! The lookalike is like the soil while my hottie is like the skies! There is &lt;u&gt;NO SIMILARITY&lt;/u&gt;. I can't believe CHLOE mistook him for my hottie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stack of overdue homework waiting for me. OMGGGG the thought is so horrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I think I need to destress! TELLY TIME EVERYONE :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And something's coming over me, I see you in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I can't control the part of me that swells up when you move into my airspace&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Like you're watching over me&lt;br /&gt;I get a chill runnin' down my spine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6312141540875048226?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6312141540875048226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6312141540875048226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6312141540875048226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6312141540875048226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/angel-in-my-eyes.html' title='Angel in my eyes.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rp838lw6kaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lRFWjFPW9vU/s72-c/Menage_a_Trois_by_Chibss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1228223678323849845</id><published>2007-07-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:39:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate slob therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpoAm1w6kZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNdCDz33kXM/s1600-h/Sunchica_by_Chibss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpoAm1w6kZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNdCDz33kXM/s200/Sunchica_by_Chibss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087379396335669650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was meeting deadlines day, but it was a good day! Cos I saw MICKEY MOUSE 5 times during a 30 minute break! Hohum thats once every 6 minutes!(: Went to buy stuff after school for the salad making competition at Cold Storage. Then Sharon, Jessey and I lunched there(: Yummy cheese prata! Returned to school originally to go for the gay rehearsal but in the end I went home cos Mummy wanted me to be home early to go visit my grandmother at the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn weird at the hospital. The whole family was there, and it felt so strange. And my grandmother used to be so noisy and well, &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; in some sense, but now she can't even talk anymore. It feels strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I popped by school for the salad making competition and cos it was Arts Day / College Day.  The cursed 985 zoomed by me while I was across the road and I thought I'd be damn late so I was walking at the fastest speed I ever walked at. Boy, I was perspiring like a damn cow. And everyone else brought so many things for the salad that our stuff looked so little and insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent time was good! Massy mas was real good!(: And I thought the SWAY guy was damn good too. But there were some which made my goosebumps pop out. Lunched at Long John's with Mel, Sharon, Roycie and some guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition after that. I felt pretty enlightened. Who ever knew economic concepts were supposed to spring out just by reading a question? Now I know. Had a crappy dinner before lying around to watch telly till I fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real pig. Woke up and lazed around some more. Had a pretty nice catch up session with zhuanzhuan through my INFORMATIVE letter(: Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and felt damn gross and sick so I cancelled Math. From then till now, I've been pigging away like a real pig. And then Sharon messaged me and we started to get all sad. It's SUNDAY NIGHT, and the horrors of school await. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my years of education have I ever had such great dislike for school. Not even a damn eyecandy can alleviate the dislike and dread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall enjoy the rest of my weekend and go watch some telly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1228223678323849845?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1228223678323849845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=1228223678323849845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1228223678323849845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1228223678323849845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/ultimate-slob-therapy.html' title='The ultimate slob therapy'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpoAm1w6kZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNdCDz33kXM/s72-c/Sunchica_by_Chibss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-2676836741007047654</id><published>2007-07-12T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:50:40.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ecape from reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpYSe1w6kYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8jRvOQUsnEw/s1600-h/lunch_halls__bathroom_stalls_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpYSe1w6kYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8jRvOQUsnEw/s200/lunch_halls__bathroom_stalls_by_duhitsmia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086273150199173506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I cannot explain how happy I am now! On Tuesday night my computer crashed! And I barely slept cos I was churning out History. However, TODAY MY COMPUTER HAS MIRACULOUSLY HEALED AND IS WORKING SO FINE NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is absolute bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday HOT STUFF turned 180 degrees to walk in the opposite direction when he saw me coming. God do I look so disturbing or what :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's been lovely with sightings of my lovely hottie hot hot everyday(: Yesterday was somewhat depressing cos I only saw him after 4pm. But gee he is cute. Today the clique planted themselves in front of him, so I sat facing him and realized that his nose looks funny. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this gay ushering rehearsal thing yesterday. Pretty boring even though AdeWADE, Xiaowei and Charlene were there too. I didn't know a student council president could be elected without the school population's votes. What kind of president becomes president without the vote of the majority (meaning the whole school)? Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at dear old Cafe Cartel with the clique(: Pasta with fish was heavenly. Yummy yummy, along with free flow of bread, soup of the day and lovely dessert(: Ooh absolutely delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines are way scary. EOM, Lit research, Math, GP- all due tonight or tomorrow! I guess this is gonna be one long night! Am watching kinship on Channel 8 now! Elvin Ng!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-2676836741007047654?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2676836741007047654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=2676836741007047654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2676836741007047654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2676836741007047654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/ecape-from-reality.html' title='The ecape from reality'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpYSe1w6kYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8jRvOQUsnEw/s72-c/lunch_halls__bathroom_stalls_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1339877583802946268</id><published>2007-07-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:51:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpJEmxSaCdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-vIFo4Qj6wU/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpJEmxSaCdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-vIFo4Qj6wU/s200/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085202362110970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babes sorry for the lack of updates!(: The picture's of the lovely hockey girls on 070707(: Love you all pretty chicks with sticks! Haha omg we went to school for the gay shit sports forum, and while walking down the ramp with Alecia, she suddenly DECLARED "Eh piggyback me!" And before I knew it, she jumped on me, but I didn't catch her and we both fell on the floor. And we sat there laughing for ten minutes. AH but omg the worst thing was that THE OH SO HOT ONE saw!:/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEIJIN IS IN AN EXTREMELY GOOD MOOD THESE DAYS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new eyecandy :DDDDDD So it's bye bye to HOT STUFF! It was a very nice nearly three months of eyecandying you though!(: Eyecandy shall be called THE OH SO HOT ONE/HOTTIE for short :D I only recently discovered my very weak heart. Omg the many encounters with him caused my heart to nearly stop beating cos he's just too hot. Oh boy oh boy! Audrey, Mingmin and I are gonna be SUCH GOOD GIRLS and never entertain the hope of skipping training ever again!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE DON'T BE JEALOUS THAT I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU YET! I'LL TELL YOU TOMORROW! So far only the hockey girls and clique girls know(: OH BOY OH BOY I LOVE LOVE LOVE SCHOOL NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very upsetting happened today and I felt as if I had been racially discriminated :( Omg so sad! But things will work out just fine. Oh yes got back History and GP today. Omg HOW CAN I FAIL THE LANGUAGE SECTION OF THE COMPO PAPER WHEN THOSE CHEENAWEENAS DO SO WELL? Oh god please don't tell me I'm turning cheena :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, even though I'll update less frequently, you know I love you all!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1339877583802946268?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1339877583802946268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=1339877583802946268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1339877583802946268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1339877583802946268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air!'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RpJEmxSaCdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-vIFo4Qj6wU/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-4150057453704247104</id><published>2007-06-29T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:38:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But it disappears like magic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RoTMfBSaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JbwC8A1k_2w/s1600-h/Photo634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RoTMfBSaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JbwC8A1k_2w/s200/Photo634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081411112874412482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mel and me putting the ever so cute Zara dresses on us(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to school since Monday :D (Well except today for stupid oral and pw). And it's AWESOME(: Life without school is like heaven omgggggg. Hurr hurrrr the thought of school turns me off now aha, I can't believe I need to cultivate my passion and desire for learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent at wonderful Vivocity with awful MELISSA LEK(: I think the name is SO apt. It's practically like a &lt;i&gt;city&lt;/i&gt;. With Zara, Topshop, Mango, Warehouse and River Island all within sight, it beats town by a lot! Lunched at Carl's Jr and felt like a total pig, but the beef chilli cheese fries just removed all signs of guilt from me. Attempted to study since our goal is to inculcate within us a PASSION for studying, but it was a total failure haha. Caught Nancy Drew with Simin and her friend. My my, Nancy Drew makes me feel so nostalgic. I read the Nancy Drew Notebooks, which was about her when she was 8? And I always imagined Ned Nickerson to be some blooody hot stuff &lt;333 BUT, I was pretty disappointed with the Ned in the movie. Oh well, it was pretty cute but not worth the money. Pastamania for dinner, so I ate my favourite Creamy Chicken, which was really creamy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I decided I needed some time by myself so I canceled on Chloe and Huimin to bake at Yueli's house. Sorry darlings! And then I started on OC woohoo! While watching OC, I realized I have changed over the years! Previously, I used to have a fetish for blonde/golden-haired guys hurrr hurrr! Like as long as the main character in the show was blonde/golden-haired; I'd like him or her! So I liked Ryan last time. However, now I love love love SETH :D He's so cute omggggg! OH OH ADAM BRODY &lt;33333 Okay I should stop being gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town yesterday with Mel, Roycie and Josie. Roycie left early! Watched Transformers. Mikaela is damn hot. But she can't beat my Captain William Lennox! He's so brave and romantic :D And so cool! He's the TAD HAMILTON guy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school to waste time at the PW workshop. It was erm, useful to a certain extent. Lunched at Long John's(: We all felt so grossly full and nobody finished the food. Returned to school for Chinese oral which was, omg. I'm having diarrhoea omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee I'm sick because I've been having too much fun and my body is PROTESTING. Gah and so I'm giving LOVEMG a miss :( But you know I love MG&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Seth Cohen calling me to go watch him on OC :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-4150057453704247104?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4150057453704247104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=4150057453704247104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4150057453704247104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4150057453704247104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/but-it-disappears-like-magic.html' title='But it disappears like magic...'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RoTMfBSaCcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JbwC8A1k_2w/s72-c/Photo634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-8047796448326225463</id><published>2007-06-25T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:48:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-q-USz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eukgPQ2G1V4/s1600-h/SP_A0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-q-USz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eukgPQ2G1V4/s320/SP_A0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079966892273431778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANGEE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite indian and it's been WONDERFUL celebrating your birthdays so far(: Remember last year I scared you by appearing at your house and you weren't expecting me. Haha. Even though you &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; play hard to get, and never seem to return my UNDYING AFFECTION (i'm kidding) for you, i know you love me :D Now you're old and seventeen, so stop behaving like a small kid haha. Don't you love this picture! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-8047796448326225463?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8047796448326225463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=8047796448326225463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8047796448326225463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8047796448326225463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favourite-indian.html' title='My favourite indian'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-q-USz9OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eukgPQ2G1V4/s72-c/SP_A0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6287177210851931743</id><published>2007-06-25T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:36:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-ndESz9LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oWRerIAIWK8/s1600-h/SUMMMERRRRRRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-ndESz9LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oWRerIAIWK8/s200/SUMMMERRRRRRR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079963022507898034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL. I cannot describe the feeling of AFTER EXAMS. Even though all the papers were like shit, I still like the feeling of after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent at MELISSA LEK's house :D American Pie and The Prestige(: Even though I fell asleep at the beginning of The Prestige and woke up many many hours later. American Pie is hell funny. I LIKE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was spent with Chloe, Peien and Huimin(: Love them all! I haven't been online for a long while so I'm not very used to typing so much at one go, hence this will be a short and summarized entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall embrace late nights, telly and more telly, and begin watching the OC, which Roycie has very kindly lent me :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY MY MY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6287177210851931743?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6287177210851931743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6287177210851931743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6287177210851931743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6287177210851931743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-gift.html' title='This gift'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rn-ndESz9LI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oWRerIAIWK8/s72-c/SUMMMERRRRRRR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-2757532128852326901</id><published>2007-06-08T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:58:03.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the end; let's start again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmkUPESz9KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGtxmPrGkQk/s1600-h/Missing__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmkUPESz9KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGtxmPrGkQk/s200/Missing__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073608704292811938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I like listening to oldies. &lt;br /&gt;The older, the better. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm flat broke, so no more shopping :( &lt;br /&gt;However, with the wonders of technology, I can indulge in ONLINE WINDOW SHOPPING. &lt;br /&gt;It beats going out hah. &lt;br /&gt;I want my Guess bag. &lt;br /&gt;Okay I hear my telly calling meeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-2757532128852326901?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2757532128852326901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=2757532128852326901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2757532128852326901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2757532128852326901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-not-end-lets-start-again.html' title='It&apos;s not the end; let&apos;s start again'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmkUPESz9KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGtxmPrGkQk/s72-c/Missing__by_xLadyDaisyx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-2089775131351732235</id><published>2007-06-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:20:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy, oh boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmVf7kSz9JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zlPjLFEN6mU/s1600-h/bemyvalentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmVf7kSz9JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zlPjLFEN6mU/s320/bemyvalentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072566032262231186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized I saw MELISSA LEK nearly everyday of last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I studied with her, Josie and Roycie. Bumped into VALVALVAL :D who thought I was bad cos I gave her a weird look. But she is weird haha. Mel and I both can't remember what happened on Thursday, but I shall assume I spent it with her. Friday was more studying with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her house on Saturday(: With the rest of the clique and we watched the second pirates on Royce's lappy. And I painfully copied out my 24 poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then yesterday I went to school for GP and had PW meeting. Met Jamiepok and Joshywoshy to study after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Sharon's birthday &lt;3 Love you plenty you dumb bitch! Haha had Subway after History, and bummed around. Studied at TCC after that. Oh boy all these STUDYING ATTEMPTS aren't working. I haven't even done anything omg I'm so screwed for my exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow things will go right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I DON'T HAVE A LIFE ANYMOREEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-2089775131351732235?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2089775131351732235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=2089775131351732235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2089775131351732235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/2089775131351732235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-boy-oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy, oh boy.'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RmVf7kSz9JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zlPjLFEN6mU/s72-c/bemyvalentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-8496436206091755947</id><published>2007-05-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:37:31.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret love's no secret anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlwnNodJDRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oiTfd-MAHFE/s1600-h/Summer_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlwnNodJDRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oiTfd-MAHFE/s200/Summer_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069970395663764754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BABES! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey camp was lovely! &lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;i&gt;tough and tenacious&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's ECONS lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Pizza Hut with the sexy clique. &lt;br /&gt;Training at ntu pitch &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;Team bathing with sizzling hot water.&lt;br /&gt;Cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with lovelies. &lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was MATH lecture. &lt;br /&gt;Missed the damn bus. &lt;br /&gt;Sneaked hotdog plus orange juice in. &lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Vivo with Mel bitch who claims she is my fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;Girly talk.&lt;br /&gt;Candy Empire where I met my FLING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlwqjodJDSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tQLJpd2LvY8/s1600-h/Photo498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlwqjodJDSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tQLJpd2LvY8/s320/Photo498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069974072155770146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too gorgeous for words. &lt;br /&gt;Topshop my delight(:&lt;br /&gt;Underwear to die for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rlwq3YdJDTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wvB4gq-2xFU/s1600-h/Photo492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rlwq3YdJDTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wvB4gq-2xFU/s320/Photo492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069974411458186546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy red and hot pink pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUY ME KATE MOSS RED HOT PANTS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 sale was plain disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;Pull and bear = my new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTRY MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL COS THERE'S NO LINK BUT I'M TIRED AND THIS ENTRY WILL BE CONSIDERED BRAINSTORMING. IT'S LIKE HOW YOU MUST BRAINSTORM AND WRITE OUT WHAT YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT IN YOUR ESSAY BEFORE YOU WRITE OUT THE ACTUAL ESSAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays' the love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-8496436206091755947?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8496436206091755947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=8496436206091755947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8496436206091755947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/8496436206091755947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-secret-loves-no-secret-anymore.html' title='My secret love&apos;s no secret anymore'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlwnNodJDRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oiTfd-MAHFE/s72-c/Summer_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1423552669604474126</id><published>2007-05-25T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:32:19.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like an angel in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZvyodJDOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ftLRxAEk77w/s1600-h/churchies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZvyodJDOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ftLRxAEk77w/s320/churchies2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068361346295860450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL RIGHT MY COMPUTER FINALLY DECIDED TO BE GOOD AND ON! For the past week, I couldn't on my computer at all, so I had to use my sister's laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my lovely bus stop gang(: Billy Bombers for lunch and a hell load of shopping after that. We all bought similar tops from Topshop! Cool shit I want Topshop pumps(: Basically we just bummed around town and wasted our youth away. Leah dear and Chloe baby left to go to church, and Charms and I continued. We popped by Esprit and I bumped into Weisong there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shopping :D Met Chloe, Leah and Amelia after tuition. Had a ball of a time laughing like maniacs in the train cos of the stupid "thunder thighs" joke. So you know the pick up line "I think your dad's a thief. He stole the stars &amp; put em in your eyes." Well Nicholas from YF changed it to "I think your dad's a thief. He stole the thunder &amp; put it in your thighs." We almost puked from laughing okay. All right, I want the &lt;i&gt;Totally Bitch&lt;/i&gt; lipbalm from Topshop :D Leah bought her Fox jacket. At Cine, we saw Amelia's eyecandy who's seriously hot. Took gay neoprints. Headed down to Bugis and I got my shorts. Amelia treated us to dinner at Crystal Jade. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday to Wednesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hockey in the day, and Drey rolled the ball into my ankle bone. It's bruisey now. Rushed home to bathe and pack my bag for class chalet(: Met Mel and Weisong to MRT down to Pasir Ris. My god, our class chalet was more like a clique chalet, but I had fun anyway(: Went walking around at 2am. Omg Weisong told those horrible ghost stories which were super freaky, and I was bloody scared. The worst thing is, there's this WINDOW beside the bed, and I kept thinking if I looked in the direction of the window, I would see someone staring in. Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent rotting around. Found out that Charms was at her class chalet too! Ate at Sakura! It was HEAVENLY :D Sharon, Jesselyn and Shikin came along(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZzCodJDPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lJ-yrnoc8F8/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZzCodJDPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lJ-yrnoc8F8/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068364919708650738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rotted around in the room and had a pillow fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZzUIdJDQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EUl3J8ue8Tc/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZzUIdJDQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EUl3J8ue8Tc/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068365220356361474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam and then we rotted around some more, before going to buy food for the barbecue :D Gosh the honey chicken wings were damn good. Rachel came at around 12. Then we just rotted around and walked around and talked and laughed and drank and laughed some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was spent at Wild Wild Wet. That place is hell boring. But the banana ride and the one where all-of-us-could-squeeze-into-the-float ride were fun. We went to the lazy river and went round and round for like ten billion times. Ooh, then we sat on the Skyrider. Omg bloody scary! I totally didn't look down at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My. I love my clique(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall bum around the house and go for hockey camp tomorrow(: Late night talks and gossip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1423552669604474126?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1423552669604474126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=1423552669604474126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1423552669604474126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1423552669604474126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-like-angel-in-disguise.html' title='You&apos;re like an angel in disguise'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RlZvyodJDOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ftLRxAEk77w/s72-c/churchies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-3620248402296603632</id><published>2007-05-19T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:11:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the house down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rk5X34dJDMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y49mQX3sSnM/s1600-h/heart_you_berry_much_by_rainbowlullaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rk5X34dJDMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y49mQX3sSnM/s320/heart_you_berry_much_by_rainbowlullaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066083248397421762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RED, HOT, AND SEXY HOLIDAYS ARE FINALLY HERE! :D I cannot explain the bliss I feel. School is like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I felt like dying cos training ended at 8 plus, and I only reached home at like 10? Then I did some PW, and I slept through all the lectures. And because of my lack of sleep the night before, I became the victim of a bloody thief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my pink, gorgeous notebook in Chinese class (I think), cos I remember taking it out, but not putting it back. And I couldn't find it in my bag, so yesterday, I went to the classroom early in the morning with Charms to look for it, and it was gone. And Chloe always checks the tables after Lit (which was before Chinese), and she said she didn't see anything underneath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My notebook is too pretty for words. Prillsy gave it to me at the end of sec 3, but I couldn't bear to use it. And some nasty bastard just stole it. Why the hell would anybody want to steal a notebook which has nothing except my homework, my shopping list, my mid years and my june holidays plans? Fine, and stuff about hot stuff. I can totally understand if my GP file or something gets stolen. BUT HELLO MY NOTEBOOK?! I secretly hope that it wasn't stolen, but like the cleaner threw it away or something. At least I wouldn't have to imagine some creature flipping through my notebook. I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people touching my things, unless they are my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my emo day. So emo until I walked past hot stuff without feeling any form of excitement. DAMN WASTED LAH! WE WERE SO CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the RJ vs AC hockey match with the girls. I bumped into Ahlin, Prillsy, Sangwa and Gina :D It was nice seeing them!(: Drey and I decided we should ask people to hire us at $20 per hour to RAH RAH people on! I think we would do an excellent job. Haha. Training was not bad, but I strained my left thigh, and it's achy now. Celebrated sok hong's birthday(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOO SO I'M GONNA GO FOR MATH TUITION AND THEN IT'S MAJOR SHOPPING WITH MY FAVOURITE MEET-AT-THE-BUS-STOP GANG(: Oh boy I can't waaaaait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-3620248402296603632?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3620248402296603632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=3620248402296603632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3620248402296603632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/3620248402296603632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-house-down.html' title='Bring the house down'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rk5X34dJDMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y49mQX3sSnM/s72-c/heart_you_berry_much_by_rainbowlullaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6670135225002951426</id><published>2007-05-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:44:19.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkhHypeqzxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jwyzZgVLhRs/s1600-h/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkhHypeqzxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jwyzZgVLhRs/s200/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064376716431642386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I shall paste Chloe's entry for what happened on Thursday! &lt;i&gt;Just so you know, Meijin Darling took a soooooooperrrr nice picture of my hothot! She made it damn obvious, i felt like strangling here on the spot if it werent for the fact that we were all laughing rather insanely at the extent we were taking things to. I was practically hissing at her through clenched teeth, " OMG meijin stop it! Why the hell are you trembling! Stop trembling!" She was shaking like siao with camera halfway in the air!!! UGHH!! I could kill/kiss her all at the same time y'know!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO BUT CHLOE YOU LOVED THE PHOTO SO MUCH I THOUGHT YOU WOULD DIE OF A HEART ATTACK! It was bloody clear please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, well on Saturday I went to watch Othello with her. Met her to have dinner at Yoshi :D Beef bowl! Hahah then we talked a lot of shit and I was laughing non-stop. The stupid bus took forever to come, so in the end we cabbed there, but I wish we got the Mercedes cab which came right after our Toyota one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkhJ75eqzyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vi9l3GRGlsc/s1600-h/Photo411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkhJ75eqzyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vi9l3GRGlsc/s320/Photo411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379074368687906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA OUR WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy oh boy, then at the entrance to go the LT, I SAW MY HOT STUFF! Woo so cute! I will not elaborate further. Othello was SUCH  a bore. They couldn't even talk properly. I think I sat there for half an hour before I found out who was playing the role of Othello. With their Singlish slangs, they were trying to act out a Shakespeare play. Like omg it doesn't go? Hahaha during the interval, we couldn't take it anymore, so we all headed down to Chloe's house which is just opposite! And gosh, her condo is like a castle! :D Rotted around before my daddy came to pick me up.  Oh yes, her room has pictures of her friends. I will be up there too because I have decided I am her &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday- church with Zhuanzhuan, Leah dear and Chloe! How disturbing I saw Chloe every single day of the week! Ooh zhuanzhuan has some EXCITING GOSSIP :D Tuition was a bore.  Talked to Leah dear on the phone after that. We talk about the strangest topics ever. Hahaha. I don't even know how we started talking about religion. Oh boy. We are becoming extremely mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a GP essay test and Econs case study test. I hope I pass! And not a SUBpass. I'm so worried about all my sub passes. Sub pass sounds extremely lousy and bad lah! And I'm online for a purpose! I actually went to the Learning Portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay today CHLOE BABY very kindly took photos for me!&lt;3 And she dares to call me shameless when she's the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shameless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one. But I like your shamelessness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6670135225002951426?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6670135225002951426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6670135225002951426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6670135225002951426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6670135225002951426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooh-baby.html' title='Ooh baby...'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkhHypeqzxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jwyzZgVLhRs/s72-c/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-7705643422891955690</id><published>2007-05-10T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:43:46.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkIvipeqzwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mFgeXg5oqZM/s1600-h/you_have_mine_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkIvipeqzwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mFgeXg5oqZM/s200/you_have_mine_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062661203414404866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BOY. I haven't finished studying for the bloody history essay test yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, I wasted one hour helping Leah find out about her dearest kappa boy's primary information, and gosh am i good :D I think I might decide to become a private investigator next time. Fun shit. But she keeps insulting my hot stuff. Bloody hell hot stuff is damn hot lah. I should have tried to blackmail her lah. I happily FED her all the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I decided to sleep and wake up early to start studying for Burma, and before I even finished reading the notes, I fell asleep on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DAMN I FAILED MY MATH TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very sad and boring day cos my hot stuff didn't come to school! Had self training after school, which was very boring, but I wanted to watch rugby! PJ vs CJ. The CJ number 22 is real hot. Like really hot. Haha then Drey and Yueli kept screaming for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down the dates of the sexy mids in my notebook! I'm so eager to start studying now! Woo! Study date anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, my day was bloody boring and I shall go continue studying for the dumb test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-7705643422891955690?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7705643422891955690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=7705643422891955690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7705643422891955690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/7705643422891955690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkIvipeqzwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mFgeXg5oqZM/s72-c/you_have_mine_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6617441066650069026</id><published>2007-05-08T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:04:32.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkBJS5eqzvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i4mDOXM1hzM/s1600-h/I_choose_who_I_am_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkBJS5eqzvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i4mDOXM1hzM/s320/I_choose_who_I_am_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062126570180366066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I'm half dead and broke and it's only Tuesday. Oh today is hotdog day cos hotdogs are only a dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my bloody 5 items test today. Woah damn shit. I'm a very unfit creature. I will aim to be fit by next year since it shall be my last physical fitness test! But I didn't get an E for standing broad jump and I'm so damn proud. Cos normally I pass on the dot, but due to &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; circumstances today, I think I got a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW CHLOE'S EYECANDY TODAY. HIS MOUTH IS HIDEOUS. I don't see how you can see until you want to nose bleed, or get high blood pressure. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Math and Econs test was really very awful. I think I'm going to fail Math since I could only show the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lee said she's leaving at the end of next week. I cross my fingers and hope that our next form teacher won't be some bitchy woman. Eee. School will be such an awful torture if the form teacher is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha omg Lit was damn funny today. Weisong was telling me about how bobdog had bad breath, and how he was showered with BLESSINGS OF WATER (bobdog's saliva). Ahah damn funny! I was so terrified that bobdog would talk to me. When he did, I totally held my breath lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused home with Mel. Apparently some assholes said some very bad things about her. But I concluded that he was trying to minimize competition cos Mel is just too hot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very disgusting History test tomorrow and I haven't done my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAP TIME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entries are becoming more and more boring. Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6617441066650069026?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6617441066650069026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6617441066650069026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6617441066650069026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6617441066650069026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/supergirl.html' title='Supergirl'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RkBJS5eqzvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i4mDOXM1hzM/s72-c/I_choose_who_I_am_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-6738923895297946374</id><published>2007-05-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:43:44.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She knows how to rock and roll</title><content type='html'>Omg I realized I haven't blogged for so long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx2p-tODkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K-Ed2j_Vzvo/s1600-h/She__s_Kicking__by_ohxtragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx2p-tODkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K-Ed2j_Vzvo/s200/She__s_Kicking__by_ohxtragedy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061050544836972098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the EMBARRASSING WEEK! My eyecandy! My god. Haha on Wednesday we watched the PJ vs SA rugby match after training. I SAW GOONIE :D We were screaming and screaming nonstop. Haha I kept yelling HOT STUFF! Mighty fine match though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a trial 2.4 run for PE on Thursday, and oh my I seriously need to buck up! The track somehow seems painfully longer than MG's track (which is small and pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY :D There was this debate thing during Assembly. Mighty fine one it was, even though it was preeetty embarrassing. And to think it was A06 in the finals. When we competed with them, it was a draw but our teacher decided to let them go ahead. No wonder Josiah didn't come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we lunched at BPP. Buddy meal with Sharon(: The Melts thing is quite yummy. And the lovely chicken. I was so full I felt like dying. We popped by the pet shop! Omg the chihuahua is so bloody cute. I love it, and the Jack Russell as well. Weisong conned me into carrying Royce's bag! Royce called him a con artist. Hahaha. And he claims that he has to have a big dog like a golden retriever or something because he's gonna live in a bloody big house in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met  Drey back in school after her lessons ended. Jamiepok and Emms came! Lovely catching up session with Jamiepok before training started. I lost my balance and fell - damn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was wonderful :D Tuition in the morning with Jamiepok and Emms. Then Jamiepok and I went to Serene Centre to "surprise" SANGWA AND PRILLSY :D Actually we knew they'd be there. Haha. And then VAL came along! :D I'm a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx6xOtODlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c8V9rYEHXag/s1600-h/SP_A1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx6xOtODlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c8V9rYEHXag/s320/SP_A1456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061055067437534802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VAL MY BESTEST EXCLASSMATE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7VutODnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kNxv6PsvLaY/s1600-h/Photo391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7VutODnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kNxv6PsvLaY/s320/Photo391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061055694502760050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'M WEARING JAMIEPOK'S GLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7nutODoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5-zhfEsAkBU/s1600-h/Photo386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7nutODoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5-zhfEsAkBU/s320/Photo386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061056003740405378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SANGWA!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7u-tODpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vUFW0_4dXh4/s1600-h/Photo384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx7u-tODpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vUFW0_4dXh4/s320/Photo384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061056128294456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRILLSY'S SO RED FROM CANOEING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see them more often! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FIVE FRICKIN TESTS NEXT WEEK. HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO SURVIVE? 2 ECONS, 2 HISTORY AND I MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-6738923895297946374?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6738923895297946374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=6738923895297946374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6738923895297946374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/6738923895297946374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-knows-how-to-rock-and-roll.html' title='She knows how to rock and roll'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/Rjx2p-tODkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K-Ed2j_Vzvo/s72-c/She__s_Kicking__by_ohxtragedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-5763170145514669684</id><published>2007-04-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:55:51.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to get to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjX8COtODjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iMk6yURKqwg/s1600-h/I_read_you_all_wrong_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjX8COtODjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iMk6yURKqwg/s200/I_read_you_all_wrong_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059226871658319410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I'm really sick! And Sharon and Mel seem to be getting sick too. Terrible virus. Oh oh today I &lt;i&gt;walked&lt;/i&gt; beside my eyecandy for about twenty metres in the morning. What a great achievement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was a bore. Had yummy chicken pie for recess. Then had the horrendous GP comprehension test after that. I secretly hope I pass, but I highly doubt it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and we kept bumping into PATCHY! We kept escaping though! Lucky us. My heart really skips a beat whenever I see him approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy muffins after Math tutorial but they were sold out! Boo. Daddy picked me up after school and we went to pick up my sister. Ooh then we bought takeaway from the Western stall in her school. Fish and chips plus Chicken chop! The aunty kept trying to make conversation with my sister and even though she was an Engineering student. What the hell! Had a new teacher for Math tuition today. Saw my lovely mg darlings. I think Teresa wont come anymore! No more non-stop bitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Labour Day and I foresee myself having a ball of a time! Hahaha omg I suddenly remembered when we had fire drill a few weeks back, the principal wanted Josiah to shut up and she said to him in front of the whole school "Josiah, you look like you're having a ball of a time there." Haha even though there is disgusting tuition tomorrow morning, the rest of the day is free for me to SHOP :D I really hope I go out tomorrow! I have such a long shopping list. I don't really care about watching movies. I'd rather rent them from the DVD shop and have a movie marathon all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I lived in London! Topshop would be so bloody cheap there. I want the Topshop sneakers I saw on the site! Please let it be in the stores here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah holidays please come! I really don't like school. There are so many tests every week and a never ending pile of homework. I feel so liberated after finishing one whole stack of homework, and I happily go to school without feeling any guilt for not finishing my homework, and a new stack comes along. I wish I was still in mg. Life was so different then. My main purpose in going to school for the past decade was to see my friends, bitch, laugh and do dumb things. Now...  I want to be a nerd, but after finishing my homework, it's time for bed already. And I don't even understand half the things taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M GONNA SLEEP NOW, THEN TOMORROW WILL COME SOONER :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-5763170145514669684?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5763170145514669684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=5763170145514669684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5763170145514669684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/5763170145514669684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-beginning-to-get-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to get to me'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjX8COtODjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iMk6yURKqwg/s72-c/I_read_you_all_wrong_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1683533539075733938</id><published>2007-04-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:33:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMP0utODhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P7Z2TzzaPPI/s1600-h/558236_sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMP0utODhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P7Z2TzzaPPI/s200/558236_sitting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058404205032508946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no I feel like those people who are too idle cos I've been updating everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Daddy, my sister and I had breakfast at some strange dim sum shop inside the hawker centre. So exciting! I've never had breakfast inside the hawker centre before. I thought I was in heaven while eating. Haha. Ah what family love we have. Daddy said we can do this more often! I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rotted around and watched some rubbish over the computer before going to pick up my sister's dress with her. She bought work clothes and I felt so terribly out of place in the shop cos I was the only person under 20 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want new glasses. Thick black frames to bring out my intellect. I think I'm becoming dumb so I need to reverse the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming so cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I see you when I'm at the Starbucks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; As you're walkin out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I see you when I'm rentin' movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; When you're leaving the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I need an opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; There's something I wanna ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I never seem to ever get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; What's your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; What's your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Oh I really wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; You got me going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; And I want you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Oh hey this could be something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I gotta let you know the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; What's your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; What's your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Oh I really wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Cuz everytime I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; But it's right before you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Oh hey if only you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I wanna get to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; And to get you knowing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; See you at the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; You hanging out with all your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I'm waiting to make my move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; You go before I get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; You know you got me tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Thinking bout you day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; But I can't get to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; If you don't know i'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I see you when you're at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; And you're loading up the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I see you when I'm at the concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; When the lights go dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; There's something I got to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; If I ever get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; There's only three words I wanna ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH JESSE MCCARTNEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1683533539075733938?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1683533539075733938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1683533539075733938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-no-i-feel-like-those-people-who-are.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Movin&apos; on&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMP0utODhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P7Z2TzzaPPI/s72-c/558236_sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-4510412032003089035</id><published>2007-04-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:46:50.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjIM0utODgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FsTBzcIgpwI/s1600-h/703909_track_and_field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjIM0utODgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FsTBzcIgpwI/s200/703909_track_and_field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058119431520914946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO AMAZING! I actually went running with my sister.  Me and my healthy lifestyle. But my back was aching while running. I think I have a back problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh now in the mornings we'd sit at the bench to wait,and not at the gross overly polluted bus stop. I thought smoking was banned already. However, there are these people who smoke openly and slowly exhale all the smoke into your freaking face. I swear my lungs are already dark grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Charms is so cute! The locker is our daily must-go place! Haha. Today we passed by the lockers but somebody wasn't there, so Charms immediately headed straight for the toilet. She's disgusting! Hah. Then then then, when we left the toilet and were walking towards the quadrangle like place, somebody appeared! We always help her call her name when somebody approaches, but somehow my mouth refused to open, so I was trying to push her towards somebody, and then Leah went CHARMAIN!! super loudly. Omg damn funny. Hmm, oh then Chloe saw finger and she walked into the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually school was very boring today. The Chinese test was one killer. And then I fell asleep. Assembly was about BGR and crushes? Mel was so embarrassing. Walao cannot take it. Oh but some things were quite funny, then we were laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing. Yeah we laughed quite a bit. I'm gonna go for Sharon's wedding, if somebody wants her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very gross and sick so I didn't go watch the hockey match, but went home to sleep. Omg then while sleeping, I suddenly felt as if I was suffocating cos my stupid nose was blocked. Then I couldn't go back to sleep. Just now my sister and I went to look at the Ikea website! Haha then we looked at the Swedish site, and if I remember correctly, Badrum means bathroom. Haha I thought it meant BEDROOM so I happily told my sister it was bedroom. Ah, and I can't stand how people must call Ikea "EEEE-KIAAAAAA". I don't think it's supposed to sound so unglamourous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I haven't bathed since I returned from running. I'm gonna go to the badrum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-4510412032003089035?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4510412032003089035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=4510412032003089035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4510412032003089035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/4510412032003089035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/part-time-love.html' title='Part-time love'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjIM0utODgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FsTBzcIgpwI/s72-c/703909_track_and_field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049505518544038599.post-1145789881276399236</id><published>2007-04-26T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:55:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, down, left, right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMaF-tODiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pNAmpfWbqOI/s1600-h/Ban_g_x2__dead_again_by_ohxtragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMaF-tODiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pNAmpfWbqOI/s200/Ban_g_x2__dead_again_by_ohxtragedy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058415496501530146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to stop blogging, but then my fingers are itching to type, so I made a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's falling sick, including me! Gosh. What's worse is that I sat between Roycie and Weisong today for Math lecture. When one was sneezing, the other was blowing his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out I have the most embarrassing friends ever. They make the most noise when you want them to shut up. Omg embarrassment to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Audrey's such a lucky bitch! She managed to see what I wanted to see! I should be in her class please. Then I get to see all the things she sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we also had a history test today. Yummy I think I can do not bad for this test :D But that's only cos the test paper is behind our notes for Vietnam. Next week there's a test on Philippines and there's no test paper behind the notes! How to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE today was pure torture. My muscles are screaming in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea with Mel and Jesselyn after PE(: My favourite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049505518544038599-1145789881276399236?l=thedailyaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1145789881276399236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049505518544038599&amp;postID=1145789881276399236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1145789881276399236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049505518544038599/posts/default/1145789881276399236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedailyaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/up-down-left-right.html' title='Up, down, left, right'/><author><name>meijin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TcJrhkj8eIY/RjMaF-tODiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pNAmpfWbqOI/s72-c/Ban_g_x2__dead_again_by_ohxtragedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
