<?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-7958751254589415622</id><updated>2011-08-02T17:32:55.759-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Nonsensicalstuffs'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Candies and Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-6940164804078041090</id><published>2010-10-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:26:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>Everyone's just leaving me out, ostracizing me, giving me weird expressions sometimes which I feel there's a hidden meaning underlying it. It feels so awkward. I feel like I'm going crazy, sometimes I wonder, if it isn't just my imagination after all. I'm left in the dark, I don't know what to think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a stab in the heart, through the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I not just imagining it, or is it really true? Might it not be part of my over-imagination, might I just be thinking too much into things? Or am I really too dumb to not know when and where I'm not wanted, only to stick my obtrusive nose into their conversations and relationships I know I'm never going to be a part of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when I feel almost accepted, but something happens which brings my confidence all crumbling down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so confused. Please, someone, just tell me the truth directly so I know how to act and behave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-6940164804078041090?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/6940164804078041090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=6940164804078041090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/6940164804078041090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/6940164804078041090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-96911633495168998</id><published>2010-09-21T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:03:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to be about things which are what the title suggests, D: &lt;div&gt;I feel so stressed. And yet I'm not doing anything about it, I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really worried for Physics, even though I'm not going to count it, but just looking at Ms Cheong makes me feel like I've got to do well for Physics, or she'll kill me. But the thing is that  can't stand Physics. I really, really regret choosing Physics. I'm not even a Science-y person. My humanities have mostly been better than my sciences. (&lt;i&gt;Andrea interjects: "I'm stupid but I'm giving you pressure")&lt;/i&gt;But I only took trip science because I want to be a psychologist, and trip science was a recommended option. Most of you reading this blog will probably laugh because I'm like, the last person to achieve my ambition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sometimes I wonder to myself, whether I'd be less pressured, less stressed, less worried, if I had just taken Geog instead, if I had just taken doubles instead. I mean, not like my geog was ever that good (It fluctuated between 2.0-4.0) but at least I had interest in it. The main reason I chose Physics was because there was a mutual hatred between the geog teacher and I, and Physics was too long ago for me to remember much about it, besides sleeping through the whole class and waking up just in time to greet the physics teacher goodbye (Really! It's literally true.) And yet, I did reasonably okay for physics in the end. Never did I imagine I'd be dying for Physics now. And dying so badly at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on top of that, I feel like I'm slipping. Like how yesterday, for the first time ever since the start of the year, I didn't bring my calculator. On the day of Math AA. I felt damn stupid for that. Like damn stupid. &lt;s&gt;Like it was fated to happen or something &lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes, I get really pissed at some people, and yet when they turn around and nice to me at the next moment I can't help but be nice to them too. But sometimes I just snap at them and they become pissed and I feel so bad and pissed at the same time. Do you even realise what you're doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I feel like sinking into those ambiguous emo sentences people love to write, so I shall stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have third lang later and I completely don't know what to do for french because I've been sleeping in class and giving the french teacher attitude. I'm sorry, but i really don't like her and she can't teach and I know she hates me. Which was kinda why I gave her attitude in the first place. You can continue concentrating on your darling vietnam scholar who thinks he's so chio and handsome and on your hardworking pretty people like TE (Who's actually really nice, no offense against her) and just forget about the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely random note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA CLE is funny! HuiJun's allegience should totally be to this class man. Actually, given the number of times HJ's booked us, it's enough to give us two dcs. But aw, HJ we still love you anyway ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-96911633495168998?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/96911633495168998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=96911633495168998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/96911633495168998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/96911633495168998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2010/09/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-3855171456721667232</id><published>2009-04-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:02:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM COMP.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday (1 April) was ..... disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say crap, but that isn't appropriate is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn't competing on Wednesday, but the judges' scores really have me pissed. And everyone too. Only Huiru was the nice, lovely judge 'cos four of her scores got cancelled for our cdiv routines for giving us the highest D= And Chief judge was fair too okayyy. and I notice, that the lowest scores being cancelled ONLY EVER appeared in the J2 and J3 (Judge 2 and Judge 3) columns. WHY. Do you owe your school that much, you must degrade yourself to give them false pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to bent-left-leg girl, who got 8.3? Or the people who stumbled or touched the tramp and got over 7.0 out of 8.0. And what happened to the ex-girl of the judges' school who went RJC and received a lower score for her ADIV routine instead of the high 8/9 +s her hcjc counterparts received? Or all the BDiv who were sided and jumped so low and had such bent legs they looked like frogs (Okay, exaggeration haha I couldn't think of anything else) and yet received such high scores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And inbetween comp, me and xinyi and felicia went out to prata house and had milo ice XD We were looking for the $3.20 drink but couldn't find it on the menu. Then later we found out it was milo spin, which was marked as $3.00 on the menu haha. but milo ice was nice, except for covering ice with hand part, and milo spin was super sweet. So i'm glad we bought milo ice instead =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDiv was good, even though the team was super nervous. But I'm sure everyone tried their best, 'cos it was the first competition for most of them, and nervousness is unavoidable )= But overall, it was good =D BUT Karen's score did not deserve her routine. Where do the judges find the things lacking to make up a deduction of 2.4 from a neat routine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BDiv was worse. Not in standards, but in disappointment. All their routines were neat. Steph's was a MIRACLE =D That routine was her best ever. And both Eunices jumped their best ever routines on Wednesday! Their backdrop didn't undercut and fly all over; instead, they were perfectly controlled. Kelly's was GOOD. She doesn't deserve that low a score. Chief judge gave her an indiv score (According to her =) ) and the other judges -except huiru!&lt;3- took it from her. Emily's routine could have given her well above what she received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, ADIV! Their routines look scary &gt;.&lt; 'Cos they flip here there everywhere AND THEY NEVER FALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some kids were invited ( I think?) from China and their tramp routines were HIGH. Like their pike jumps and tuck jumps and straddles are super neat. And for example, the tuck jump, they do tuck the snap their legs back straight, then Finally land on the trampoline, which we are never able to do. I'd lose my balance and fall and crack my head and die if i tried that. And there was this boy, he jumped and jumped and jumped, then flipflipflipflipflip with no straight jumps inbetween. And he didn't lose height. and he didn't fall. And he's so young. How's that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they jumped twice their height Eeeeek o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiRu was super cute as a child! =D And she almost lost her photos after getting down the bus and she was like"Ohno" and the bus door was closing and she just stared at it o.o Then she reached into EGoh's back and pulled out the photos! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went somewhere to celebrate (I'veforgotten!) at the macs inside, and on the way we took 156 XD We took up the whole bus haha and people were staring at us. Can hear OUR people from the front all the way from the back XD Oops! And then in macs we were all separated. Then we went island creamery( sp?) with the super nice ice cream haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at my watch and realised it was eight o.o Then later muchmuch later, I went home! In HengYeng's car. Then we were talking about our juniors XD&lt;br /&gt;Then I was super tired. And we still had to go to school on thursday. D= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the biased judges and the school they belong to, I, (If I were nice), hope that when you look back on all your comps. in the future, you won't actually feel that you're unworthy of all your medals which have lost their glimmer and shine and attractiveness by that time because that's exactly how I, (Being just Lisa instead), wish for you to feel just that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Wednesday feels so much like a dream. Like we look back and we know it's real, we remember it's real, and yet the misty covering, and the feeling and sense that it's a dream, is forever there. Why is it that important events are always marked as dreams in our memories, and yet unimportant events like writing on your friend's worksheet is as vivid and clear in memories, as if it had just happened? Why do all the precious memories seem so faraway and out of reach, while those we rarely think about seem to accompany us constantly, ready for us to seek them?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it all to be a dream. I don't want to look back on the first gymnastic competition I went to in the future and feel as if it had all been a dream, as if it had all never happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you mark all the important events in your life as dreams, your "real" life would seem so crap and pointless. Is that what our lives are, then. I don't want the memories to be a dream. How do I keep them clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry this post is so... serious and black. I'll post another part later =D Later sometime.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-3855171456721667232?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/3855171456721667232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=3855171456721667232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/3855171456721667232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/3855171456721667232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym-comp.html' title='GYM COMP.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-4952828988656089385</id><published>2009-03-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:12:51.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>THE TRIALS OF TODAY</title><content type='html'>Trials today! ohnowhydoihavetogotrialsnotlikei'mincompanyway. I landed a straight front pike! Thanks HengYeng =D But I'm still throwing forward. And I think i'll screw it up next training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on BIO PT!&lt;br /&gt;(Never thought it possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa          (In turmoil.} says:&lt;br /&gt;what's your scientific name?&lt;br /&gt;mel. says:&lt;br /&gt;maelaissia ing&lt;br /&gt;lisa          (In turmoil.} says:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;how'd you get that&lt;br /&gt;mel. says:&lt;br /&gt;what does it look like?&lt;br /&gt;lisa          (In turmoil.} says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;mel. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;lisa          (In turmoil.} says:&lt;br /&gt;i was asking abt your organism&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;mel. says:&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;my organism is gopherus crusta. i THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha mel is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa          (In turmoil.} says:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lame&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;mel. says:&lt;br /&gt; (: nope! i was being really lame today&lt;br /&gt; so i can tell you that you're not lame et&lt;br /&gt; yet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD and mel is lame too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People are people,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we change our minds.&lt;br /&gt;But its killing me to see you go after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Breathe"&lt;/span&gt; Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-4952828988656089385?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/4952828988656089385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=4952828988656089385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/4952828988656089385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/4952828988656089385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2009/03/trials-today-ohnowhydoihavetogotrialsno.html' title='THE TRIALS OF TODAY'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-666408345131149315</id><published>2009-03-02T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:45:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wednesday was lit, hist, hcl. DIE. I took 25 mins to do the first question 'cos I was staring at it blankly. Then I changed my handwriting and wrote a few lines. Then I stopped to admire it. Then I altered it. again.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was... wet and watery. It rained alotALOTalot lol. We were practically walking in water! Bleugh. And Hengyeng was wearing shoes, so I bet her feet felt super squishy by Jelita's haha. And I wiped my sleeve on the mrt window and the water left on the window evaporated really fast. =D But the way back was really cold. Goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lousy. First was math. I lost 7 marks alr D= I feel so stupid eek. Then came geog. And halfway through my hand was really really cramped and tired, so "a" became something like "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;cl..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha a little exaggerated but I can't show it using the keyboard. Anyways, it was close to being labeled illegible. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ENGLISH. DIE.DIE.DIE. if I ever finished Englishe compre +SUMMARY with 15 minutes to spare, something is so definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, in my version of what happened, Samantha wrote her summary on the same ans sheet as the questions. But she ran out of time while copying it over to a new piece of paper. So she asked the teacher if she could copy it over (for the remaining 1.5 sentences). In my opinion (omg pc answer), she shouldn't have asked the teacher that. And the teacher shouldn't even have allowed that. Instructions clearly state "no extra time given". If other students are denied the opportunity to write their names after the exam, why should she be given extra time to finish the answer&gt; There is even a possibility she has actually not really completed and might alter her answer from the original draft, even under the teacher's scrutiny. Thence, I don't think she should have been given the extra time. Bleugh. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to blog about this... so I'll prob delete this after a few days or sth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Never would have worked out right, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Kelly Clarkson "Already Gone" &lt;3&gt; nothing! =D&lt;br /&gt;Yeqi&gt; is not.. compared to my others =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-666408345131149315?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/666408345131149315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=666408345131149315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/666408345131149315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/666408345131149315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym.html' title='GYM'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-6007098336394413687</id><published>2009-02-19T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:47:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I attended a thirdlang. talk. &lt;/span&gt;And then I ate lunch. Which we cooked in aesthetics. It was .... okayy. The chicken was quite tasteless. And the veggies were disgusting (Minee I'm not blaming you.... I just have high standards for chicken wings and i dislike all veggies in general!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ponned thirdlang. 'Cos I forgot to bring my french books and i was gonna be late and i didn't know where rjc was so my sis could pass my books to me and i had no one in french cos chingyee and the rest transferred and minee abandoned me. yepps a lot of factors. but i felt really guilty on the way home 'kay! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super fun. The seniors had SAs so only the sec twos and ones were on the bus! And we had somewhat of a bonding time 'cos we were playing concentration=D I lost! And we took this ... photo =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAMP TRIALS were fun. I didn't want to trial originally, but teo made me trial. but one thing good has come out of it- i'm not so scared of front pike anymore! Cos i just made me closest-to-successful front pike today! =D Then i couldn't do it again. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got last in ranking! haha not like i expected anything. and hengyeng and shirlyn and karen were like pro. They jumped so well! So naturally they all got in. :/ Actually, I think my results are pretty good =) I thought i'd get -8 or something cos i'm a very messy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after training the sky looked so bright! It was such a good day today! At least it wasn't so humid. So we didn't feel so sweaty =D And hengyeng was like, "It's six already? So fast!" =D Yay you get my gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay a short post! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hemin: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o.o you have livejournal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-6007098336394413687?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/6007098336394413687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=6007098336394413687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/6007098336394413687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/6007098336394413687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-of-me.html' title='The Life of me'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-5230380388282705553</id><published>2009-02-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:15:45.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Yayyay this is my first post of the year! 'Cos for a while I was so stressed (still am) and was wondering whether or not to abandon my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. Let's start with 1st jan! Nothing much I can remember. Err. School started!&lt;br /&gt;And my form teacher's Mr. Tan Wee Lee. Apparently the Nanhua students know him 'cos he's taught them before. And my CLET's Mrs. Yap.&lt;br /&gt;...And our class has mixed comments--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to be a sec two. Like sec ones look at you and they seem frightened. "Cos you're a senior. Was i like that last year? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quit CLDS. And joined Art Gym. (yay!) I'm in Trampoline! =) And the people there are really nice =) And Lea joined CLDS. And my mortal joined Girl Guides. I think. Haha Curry Bee Hoon = squash(ed)! oh no so unfitting. So.... unfair/ immoral/ unjustified/ weird /crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. I saw this old man (Aileen insists the person's female) standing on this patch of grass while walking to Bedok Interchange from Bedok MRT with Aileen! And the person (I shall all him/her A) lifted up this green skirt-like thing and squatted down and peed on the grass. IN PUBLIC. AN ADULT. Yes. Eew &gt;.&lt; And there was another woman walking behind us and she was staring and staring and turning back and staring at A.  And I had three thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought: Okay, A's lifting up a bright neon-like green skirt (I still think A's a guy!)&lt;br /&gt;Second thought - as realization sets in- :OMG OMG A's GONNA DO SOMETHING WEIRD. ( I said the first six letters to Aileen =D) LOOK AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Third thought: What wrinkly and fat yet kinda muscular looking legs. Signifies someone very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I feel so weirded out right now, recounting my most interesting 5 seconds yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tramp. trials on thursday! it was pushed forward twice. I'm still hoping I don't have to try out. I mean, c'mon. Me? (Look at my front pike. It's a total fail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this year, my weekends are officially busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;There's like house prac to sign up for (What's the point!), CCA on saturday and piano and theory and tuition on sunday. Whoa. So many activities. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TAG!]&lt;br /&gt;Karen: No it just got revived =D I predict it'll die again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Mich and Jodie and Elaine: =D&lt;br /&gt;XinYi: Haha so sweet. Thanks =) but i'll most probably become cheerleader =D Imagine me standing on the sidelines cheering "Go Cass go" or something. So weeeeirddd. Then it'll get us all disqualified! x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-5230380388282705553?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/5230380388282705553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=5230380388282705553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/5230380388282705553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/5230380388282705553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-7336805708811621502</id><published>2008-12-28T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:51:54.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>YAY YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY LI HUI! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i stayed up until 2 am today!&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to my birthday with Esther!&lt;br /&gt;And esther was watching football =D&lt;br /&gt;Esther: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;and my  birthday present would be arsenal winning ;D ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;i only  support arsenal cos if they beat liverpool, man u can catch up with  liverpool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;And we were being quite random and high until 2am!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tag replies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Yay thank you Esther. But I got your point-.-&lt;br /&gt;Mish: Thankews =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edit: this post is later than usual 'cos of a really really really infinitely stupid thing i did x.x But it's fixed now! =D//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-7336805708811621502?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/7336805708811621502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=7336805708811621502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7336805708811621502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7336805708811621502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-7880452325556485292</id><published>2008-12-18T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:20:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing!</title><content type='html'>Yay I'm posting! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out thursday to tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;I met HengYeng and Matt and Andre in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Then we queued up for movies.&lt;br /&gt;We realised it was too late for a fast food lunch&lt;br /&gt;so we went to a food court.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the movie theatre, and watched YESMan&lt;br /&gt;YESMan is very funny : D&lt;br /&gt;And umm, we wandered all over Tampines Mall for the next few hours&lt;br /&gt;because we couldn't find a neoprint shop.&lt;br /&gt;We found a playground!&lt;br /&gt;And umm, we went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Yepps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went prawning!&lt;br /&gt;And the prawns were HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;But I was really sulky. Why?&lt;br /&gt;We caught 8 prawns;;&lt;br /&gt;My sister caught 6 -bleugh-&lt;br /&gt;My brother caught 1&lt;br /&gt;My father caught 1&lt;br /&gt;And i caught none D=&lt;br /&gt;I was really really mad for a while&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't catch any D:&lt;br /&gt;And because I had ten bloody tugs&lt;br /&gt;And all ten times the prawn got away.&lt;br /&gt;Around ten tugs anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went home really late&lt;br /&gt;About 11.45&lt;br /&gt;For which I was really glad =D&lt;br /&gt;And we grilled the prawns for supper! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay. And I got less sulky haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was really boring, so I shall not report today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 21st DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of a really really important day.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tag replies!]&lt;br /&gt;Mish: Linked! =D&lt;br /&gt;SSV: Sorry! When school starts we could umm, talk somemore =D&lt;br /&gt;Qinrong: Aww man. I didn't abandon you. I'm two-timing you.&lt;br /&gt;Hsin Pei: Yes YOU. People like you. hmph. Now if you could just control your impulsivity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-7880452325556485292?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/7880452325556485292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=7880452325556485292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7880452325556485292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7880452325556485292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing.html' title='Outing!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-1046949742390787971</id><published>2008-12-16T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:55:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>YAY I'm back to posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha holidays are here and everyone's going abroad, except for me it seems.&lt;br /&gt;And the holidays are ever so boring. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day I went to HengYeng's house with Cass and Cass was wearing spectacles! =D She looked.. unusual. Haha I've not seen her wearing specs for dunno how long already.&lt;br /&gt;And we painted our nails and watched HarryPotter1 halfway and then went into her garden for awhile. I love the pretty green carpet grass =D&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into her room and prank-called! But everyone was on holiday, or else too busy, or for some unknown reason decided not to pick up their phones XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;And someone called HengYeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to the playground! =D Then we exchanged slippers, so now I have hengyeng's slippers and she has Cass's and Cass has mine. And Cass doesn't like it 'cos she says they're extremely big and she keeps tripping in them (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and ate dinner, and I shall end that day here 'cos what happens next was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek. Next year I'll be a SECONDARY 2. Secondary 2. Doesn't sound right. Sounds responsible. Sounds.. old. Then I'll have juniors! And at the end of the year we'll have to choose our subject combination, and it's so scary. It's like, limiting your future choices at 14. And I won't even be 14 by then. And Science people can transfer to Humanities in JC I think but it doesn't work the other way. Haha since I think I've begun to utter annoyingly boring rubbish I'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-1046949742390787971?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/1046949742390787971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=1046949742390787971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/1046949742390787971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/1046949742390787971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-219288544917898579</id><published>2008-11-05T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:31:07.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>OBAMA =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;OBAMA&lt;/u&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...won by 187 electoral college votes =D &lt;br /&gt;'cos it was 349:162 against McCain haha&lt;br /&gt;What's more amazing is Washington D.C, &lt;br /&gt;the federal state, had 92.9% Obama votes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he won California&lt;br /&gt;with 61.3% of the votes&lt;br /&gt;So he got 55 electoral college votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he won Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;And Florida =D&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't get Texas D=&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't expected to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;haha=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's great.&lt;br /&gt;Then magazines soon won't be reporting&lt;br /&gt;letters from Iraq war anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone will be happy =D&lt;br /&gt;'cos that's what they're concentrating on now&lt;br /&gt;when they want to grumble about America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shan't report anything about today&lt;br /&gt;'cos nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;except that I found out- or remembered-&lt;br /&gt;that I had mock practical piano exam tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Still can't play my scales properly&lt;br /&gt;Stupid G# melodic minor D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really sorry about the tagboard &lt;br /&gt;'cos everything I click view blog&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the tagboard&lt;br /&gt;But I continue playing facebook&lt;br /&gt;Then I close the tag&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot about it&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post&lt;br /&gt;And it repeats D=&lt;br /&gt;And 'cos I'm not really bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Yay. Babbled enough---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am still pissed D= at stupid PTs )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-219288544917898579?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/219288544917898579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=219288544917898579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/219288544917898579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/219288544917898579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-d.html' title='OBAMA =D'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-5887393663649363753</id><published>2008-11-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:24:06.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Of hearts and broken hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;When I waved my friends goodbye, I said "see ya next year" instead of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The sudden awareness came crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;when Michelle first said it&lt;br /&gt;For all the divided parts of our class&lt;br /&gt;The final moment goes untreasured&lt;br /&gt;To come back full circle&lt;br /&gt;To search your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dunno what emo crap I'm typing, but I was saying a true message =D&lt;br /&gt;BLAH I am very very very veryveryvery very unhappy D=&lt;br /&gt;So I shall report yesterday first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA NIGHT!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so exciting at first, but in the end abit... disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's 'cos I've attended at least two others before.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and at the end I was like, "In my sister's years, they had raffles cheers,&lt;br /&gt;They had this, they had that..." so yeah, this year Drama Night, for the first one I'm SORT OF involved in, it's kinda depressing. Or disappointing. Don't know which is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first class was 107, 'cos it was the interlude. But I don't know why there's an interlude at the beginning =S&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, somewhere in between 104 performed too. I just don't know when.)&lt;br /&gt;Then 101. It -In an over-usage of euphemisms (How.you.spell.)- was quite dry. But the plot was quite uh, reasonless. Got some ridiculous parts.&lt;br /&gt;Then 102. Haha, the acting VERY good, plot was really good too. And I've stopped using euphemisms btw.&lt;br /&gt;Then 112. Mainly the only part I actually went to school -though it's compulsory- for. The main actress was so good =D But it felt like they cut down on some of the shakespearean parts, or perhaps the actress wasn't as shakespeare-ish that night. But HengYeng was a butterfly! And 112's make-up artists are GOOD. And HsinPei is now crazy over MAKE-UP. But I liked the shakespeare language. ALOT. =D&lt;br /&gt;Then sec2 interlude-201. Basically I think 201 was the ONLY merchant of venice play I paid attention to. So by rights, it drew my attention the most, and hence should have won first. or at least second. or third. D=&lt;br /&gt;Then was some random class, and another random class, and ANOTHER random class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; through Drama Night, Melissa was eating her MacDonalds dinner =D Then she was such a kind person, she shared her fries with me. And we were by the balcony and eating tons of fries, and in the middle we realised there were TEACHERS. So we bent slightly lower 'cos we weren't paying attention anyway and continued eating =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then prize-giving. 102 won third, 101 second, 112 were first. Then this group of 112 people up in the balcony starting jumping up and down and hugging and screaming =D I didn't agree with second and third place D: But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 208 won, and I don't remember the rest 'cos I wasn't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a huge chunk of rubbish-sounding but most probably important words. Mostly thanking all the teachers involved. Like ALMOST all the lit &amp;lang teachers were thanked. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stood to sing the school song. So everyone stood. Then Aileen, who'd been sitting down and not paying attention to anything suddenly came over and was like, "Er. What are we supposed to do now?" And she had this really confused and amused look haha. And I said, "Er. Singing the school song." And then realization dawned on her face as to why everyone was singing =D Then she looked guilty for a while. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then FINISH, and I took Qinrong's car back =D And I can't be bothered to type anymore so I shall stop yesterday here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed. And heartbroken. And disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;A many, many heartaches rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden behind the smile, the tiny whines,&lt;br /&gt;yet manifesting all the while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dunno what crap again. But the first line is true. And the second one too, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't feel like talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;So sad D:&lt;br /&gt;But just one more word:&lt;br /&gt;I hate PTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pick-up line of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Money makes the world go round; It makes the world spin the other way too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. US Elections are here. McCain, Obama, McCain, Obama.... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that monstrous looking green and white diagonally-striped file makes me sad. And depressed )=&lt;br /&gt;And that's part of it. Thinking about it makes me sad, depressed, AND in a garbage-spouting mood. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting. Byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-5887393663649363753?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/5887393663649363753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=5887393663649363753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/5887393663649363753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/5887393663649363753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-hearts-and-broken-hearts.html' title='Of hearts and broken hearts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-7131489994675463584</id><published>2008-10-31T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:28:16.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Flying on clouds</title><content type='html'>Sick is horrible and mean. Falling sick is worse.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick with stomach flu (or so hengyeng's doctor thinks) from Sunday to umm Tuesday maybe? Horrible. &lt;br /&gt;And I found out Hengyeng and Clarisse-our senior- had/has the same bug as me! =D 'Nyways, Sunday was absolutely vomit-inducing. Literally. And I vomited out my lunch, dinner, and Monday's breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to go for piano and 15 minutes into the lesson I began to feel cold. Like, cold. which I have never, in that piano room ever felt before. And I began feeling tired, so I thought I was at least 15 minutes into the lesson. Then I looked up at the clock and it was 17 minutes into lesson time D= So horrible. &lt;br /&gt;And by the time it was 40 minutes into the lesson my fingers were stiff and I was cold and tired and I couldn't concentrate on what the teacher was saying. And I forgot my scales! I'd practised them very hard and when my piano teacher asked for G# Minor or something my mind just went blank. So I experimented with the keys and sharps and she was like, "No, you're getting it all wrong!" D: Horrible argh.&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way home I took 196 from Parkway Parade and I went onto the upper deck 'cos there's rarely anyone there and I like the ... er, peace and quiet of the upper deck. But it was so freaking cold and I wished I'd brought my warm jacket I'd brushed past that morning. Brrrrr, so I crossed my legs on my seat 'cos no one was around, and the bus driver can't know, 'cos that mirror thing only shows down to our necks, not the seats. And after a few bus-stops, this couple came on and went to the upper deck. So I had to put my legs down and I was shivering and shivering and shivering until Bedok Interchange. And the couple was like, smiling at each other, and murmuring affectionately, and bleugh, etc. And I was like, "I'm dying and they're thinking of creating life" D= GAH.&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to go tuition and then go out again to watch the Max Payne movie with some ppl. But I was so sick I went straight home and slept for the whole afternoon and ate only the top layer of the fish noodles before feeling too full (Which I vomited out before dinner). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nyways, Monday was slightly better but still horrible all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I vomited out breakfast, but lunch and dinner stayed warm in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was better, and I went to school for Drama Nite auditions. 113's performance was, as qinrong puts it," The theme was quite good." Does anyone notice the silent, no-comment part about acting? &lt;br /&gt;Well, as 9something.somethingFM radio station puts it, "Only listen to/hear the good stuff". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Netball Carnival. Our class has three netballers =D I didn't play the first few games, but 113 had 2 draw games and won 3. Then I played as GS, and we won! But I sucked D= 'Cos I thought I could get the ball in and somehow my shot went off by MILES. Aftereffect of stomach flu: Sucky estimation. omg, I was so embarassed. Then we won some more, had more draw games, and lost one game:109. But we won the game against 107! =D (We thought we'd draw or lose it)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was result announing time. 113 didn't win anything else D: We found out that 113 had only 14 points for shooting, another separate category. Some people were quite pissed and frustrated when they heard that, especially the players, 'cos they thought we'd lost everything. And 107 won quite a number of stuff like shooting and all. 112 won third in the class flag competition. I thought their flag was very well-designed. The monkey was so cuteeee! And 102 won first for the class flag design. Personally, I thought their flag was quite plain looking and everything looked so straight, but apparently the judges weren't looking at artistic talent and skills. 113 didn't win cheering either, 'cos they couldn't hear the music or something. and 113 didn't win the shooting part either, apparently. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, we thought 107 would win be overall champion. Turns out they got second. or third. can't remember. But I do remember that 113 got FIRST =D We were overall champions for netball carn'08, which means we get to have 113 carved onto this huge plaque. We won by like 2 points overall (45) 107 got 43. And everyone was so relieved =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we organised a surprise birthday bash for HsinPei! We had a fun time blowing up balloons and eating sushi =D Her house is freaking organised and neat. Surprisingly neat. It has a nice interior, too. Anyway, when she entered, we all yelled 'SURPRISE!' and she was just that! haha Her face was priceless! And she was so happy, it was just worth it=D Then we ate and her mom -who is reallyreallyreally nice- ordered pizza. TWO pizzas. Hengyeng had to leave early, 'cos she was going out later D= Then we went out and explored her condominium. Her pool area is REALLY nice. She has like, 4 or more pools, all for different uses. We dunked her into the pool! And Hsin Pei got really wet, and she was like, "What, is this a birthday dunking?" =D And then we played cards -especially bridge- until quite late and then played hide and seek in an attempt to dump Qinrong but it failed D= And when we wanted to go home Koo was like, "Let's go back after another half an hour" and we ended up going back one hour later haha. Then we took 14 home and when WeiYi got off at Tanah Merah she didn't look up and wave D= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was talks and MTV Hip Hop learning. Haha Hip Hop kinda sucked. The moves were so stupid and the counts were so fast I just didn't do them. And each class was supposed to demonstrate. 113 demonstrated alone, omg. the teacher was like, "They really try, so I let them demonstrate" She must have seen Evan and Yi Xian only and not the rest of us &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is FRIDAY. I waited over an hour for Koo 'cos she had to take the advanced math programme selection test. I read the newest edition of Reader's Digest in the meantime =D And played some icy towers although we aren't supposed to and I was supposed to talk Phoebe out of it but ended up playing it on the class computer instead &gt;.&lt; Then Koo came back and she was quite pissed. I found out that Mrs Ang had told her and the other girl (Annabelle Koong from 110) that she'd be in a half hour meeting so she gave them the test papers. Then while Koo was trying to solve a difficult math problem, she thought so much, she fell asleep, but she woke up and got the answer. But that's beside the point. 'Nyway, after an hour Mrs Ang hadn't come back so she went to find Mrs Ang and in the end Mrs Ang told her to pass to another teacher. Koo spent half the time waiting 'cos apparently she finished the paper quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with Koo and Min Ee had to stay back for Drama Nite practice 'cos she's in ELDS. We went to Dhoby Ghaut Mcdonald's. We had McWings! But it was 6.75 D: Burnt a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went home! And that's the end of the interesting part of my day D: 'cos the rest will be used up using the computer =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no school on Monday! 'Cos the morning is used for Drama Nite practices and 113 didn't get into the finals so I've no business being there. I only learnt we had no school on Monday during lunch with Koo today. Good thing i waited for Koo. &lt;br /&gt;And at night, I've got to go school 'cos its Drama NITE. Sounds pretty cool =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7958751254589415622-7131489994675463584?l=macaronparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/7131489994675463584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7958751254589415622&amp;postID=7131489994675463584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7131489994675463584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7958751254589415622/posts/default/7131489994675463584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macaronparadise.blogspot.com/2008/10/flying-on-clouds.html' title='Flying on clouds'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677882792911029469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958751254589415622.post-3042309499069813409</id><published>2008-10-25T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:52:45.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsensicalstuffs'/><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>Arghhh. When the school announced we have post-exams &lt;i&gt;activities&lt;/i&gt;, I thought they meant activities. Not talks. And talks. And an endless stream of talks. Talks. Talks. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to school, had a talk, had another talk, had recess, had free time (during which we played cards, and for which we MIGHT be sent to straight DC if found out D=), a survey, and end of school. &lt;br /&gt;Haha I learnt hearts AND bridge yesterday. funFunFUN. I'm gonna practise =D but not like I'm hoping to earn any money 'nyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is lame. And retarded. In an extremely funny way. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out for lunch with Dawne, Cass, Leti, Andrea, Elaine, Min Ee, Jodie. Then we were being mean &lt;i&gt;-and i shan't say how or who or why-&lt;/i&gt; and on the train Andrea was like, "I know! We can kill her! (&lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; being the victim of our meanness)" -.- Sounds like Mr. And Mrs. Smith (&amp; It's a very good show. I've watched it 3 times, much to the lame retorts by my sister (: ) &lt;br /&gt;And before that we were stuck in the class for at least half an hour to 45 minutes, 'cos &lt;s&gt;we love the classroom&lt;/s&gt; we couldn't decide where to go for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;And then we went downstairs, where Min Chih (&amp;she's a 2009JPSL and she's still grinning widely about it =D) was cutting up some papers with random numbers on them with some other randompeoples. Turns out they were to announce which class would play against which for netball carn. And Dawne made me shoot netBALLS into the netball ...ring. &amp; i've kinda gotten the hang of it, though i still suck XP. &amp; i've got netball training at dawne's house on monday in preparation for netball carn on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;In the midst of our meanness somehow I had to miss -counts from fingers- 5 trains. Or more. Most likely the latter. Now tell me how that happened. Was it Min Ee's pleading? I don't know and I'm most likely never gonna REALLY find out D=. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha&lt;/i&gt;matt's gonna kill me. 'cos i "sacrificed" the outing to watch hsm3 with cheryl, weiyi, xiaohan, matt, and "matt's friendS" to go uh, for lunch with andrea and the rest. Bah, I only wanted lunch 'cos I was hungry, and I'm dreadfully sorry but I didn't think it would take that long. &amp; 'nyways, I already told matthew in the morning but I have no idea why he still bought. And something told me I wouldn't enjoy going, and I finally figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;1. HSM is lame. Seriously. The only nice part is to see the scandalous people and laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Matt's friends"? Makes me feel like I'm on a blind date, which I don't intend to have. Haha now perhaps I'm overreacting. And I feel uncomfortable hanging out with some random guys I have never heard the names to -maybe due to my limited vocabulary of names-. &lt;br /&gt;3. I'd be all loner. Xiaohan is well, duh, -no offense Xiaohan- but makes friends easily, especially from the opposite sex. And somehow it all goes down to interacting with male strangers. And Cheryl and WeiYi, well. They're the kind to be popular around guys or making good first impressions on "future" friends. And then there's no other girl. Except maybe me if I had gone. So that still makes me a loner, which makes me feel like a loser, and I wasn't going to be that. Not on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;4. I wanted to watch Heroes, which, btw, is such a great show, I actually feel scared when I watch it. =D &lt;br /&gt;5. My brother was at home. I have no idea why that is a reason. Just know that it is, 'cos it's reason no. 5&lt;br /&gt;6. I forgot. Uhh, but just know that it's a reason too, 'cos it's reason no.6, since it's after 5.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have NO idea. Let's just say reason no.7 is a good reason and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, matt, if you read this, you can ask me to refund you the 7.50 or sth for the movie ticket, and DON'T kill me. =D That'd be murder, and it's bad to have MY blood on your hands, 'cos I'm a vengeful person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with 113. But hey, it's like showing you, if you're this sorta character when you grow up, this is how society's gonna treat you. Which is... good real society life training, i guess. And 113's like, all messed up, even with all the nice people in it. But I suppose it could be worse... just SUPPOSING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... boringggg. mostly slacked and read fanfiction and played games and my sister's mobile phone game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom and my sis BOTH have mobile phones. I want one too. I know which phone I want, except that I've forgotten the exact model. But I want a new phone. 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