<?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-7777137408351185272</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:36:45.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777137408351185272.post-2804478911511950914</id><published>2009-11-17T19:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:12:52.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random note</title><content type='html'>FEMALE SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your Facebook password have to do with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; wth, no, duh. that's just stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing a guy can do to make you like them?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends on why i don't like him lorh. i mean, if i dislike him because he's rich and boastful (as in, boast about being rich, i'v nothing against rich people)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAHA MEL SOS.&lt;/span&gt; ... then he just keep buying me presents also no use right. Hehhhe... unless it's something I really like HAHAH. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What this is a materialistic world man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a girly girl?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; hahahahaaa hAHAAAAAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big or small purses?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; erm. big. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy drama?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dress up on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call anybody by their last name?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Teachers count, no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many guys will read this just because it says "FEMALE SURVEY"?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; How would I know, I'm not a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you put on mascara without opening your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Never tried, but was tempted that day on Arts Fest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; who, me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're pretty, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no la. what kind of ego question is this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner or mascara?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dunno, i think both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Eagle or Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; what is dissss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; flats. hello? 170 cm tall? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirts or jeans or dresses?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight or curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Straight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoops or dangling earrings?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dangling. but no pierced ears D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yeah... when TWSSG stopped showing!!! and when Maple changed its layout and characters and all that... ohohoh! and when I realized that "A Thousand Years of Snow" was terminated by the author... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; dark brown is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yes. alot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into the guy's bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; YEAH ARTS FEST!!!!!!! they converted the guy's bathroom to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yeah. countless times. (wait why am I telling you this again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yeahhhhhhhh. Jihoo &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;and TSAI HAHAHAHHA. (When have I started calling you Tsai, Minyi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preppy or Punk/both?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; what does preppy mean???? O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacts or Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; contacts. unless it makes him look idiotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good cook or take you out a lot?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; both hahahaa there's gotta be a balance right. and who said women have to cook? seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or Serious?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends. there's a time for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or Hot?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; BOTH. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mel we can have another discussion about the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; whats long, whats short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoker or non-smoker?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; NON SMOKER. DEFINITELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Taller than me DUHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i don't have a best friend of the opp sex! i'm in a girl's school! and i wouldn't anyway. girls make better friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to live to see another day, you're forced to snort cocaine, would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends on if i was feeling emo or not! and what does cocaine do to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up in one of the Saw movies, do you think you could survive?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; what does "saw movies" mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you were in a photo booth taking pictures with friend?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; ehmmmm. good question. i don't take pictures with friends in photobooths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided seeing them?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; OMG YES. (sorry minyi D:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average what do you think you cry about the most?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i don't know. my life, probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last guy you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; erm. good question. i haven't talked to one since god knows when. (seriously, i'm deprived) unless you count my father or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think best friends can be replaced?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person you held hands with mean a lot?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; hold hands arh. probably sandra. hold arm count or not. i realized i like to hold people's arms a lot. oh-oh. yeahh of course sanddd means something C:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; nah. i'm insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; ermmm. good question. i don't have the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; tiff i think!!! unless you count my convos with mel deep. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and nooo... i don't think they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the weirdest place you've changed clothes?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; in the cupboard in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going anywhere next summer?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talkative?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yes and no. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yeah. i try not to show negative feelings in public. i TRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances easily?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i get angry pretty easily... but then like about 5 seconds later i forget everything liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i try to :) :D C: 8) 8D X9 X) XD XP :] ... etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you're looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; erm. i don't know. there isn't much in life to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about change?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; aiyoh mafan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; yeah duhhh. did i mention i cry so much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got a text message and smiled?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; from Samlee :) when she smsed to jiayou for Arts Fest :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; whats with this O____O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to be around people, or by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depends. outside i like to eat with people and talk and laugh and blahhhh. but at home i prefer to be alone sometimes... i prefer to eat alone too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; NO LAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to text today?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2804478911511950914?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2804478911511950914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2804478911511950914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2804478911511950914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2804478911511950914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-note.html' title='Random note'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4049793020984956411</id><published>2009-11-10T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:14:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Loved You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You were wild and crazy, just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicating... but I miss screaming and fighting, kissing in the rain, and it's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name... I was so in love that I acted insane, and that's the way I loved you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to Sand and Mel... who so nicely said they loved me on my tagboard, and to all you people who love me too haha :) (ego much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, that song doesn't seem appropriate xD ackkk but Taylor Swift's songs are all like... about breaking up or jerks or something xD Nevermind~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when I'm really really free, I will work on my html. Really. (looks away)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts Fest in a day. Sighhh Monday was my last day of school (technically lah, tomorrow is rehearsals...)... Moving on to Sec 3 O___O It's like... wow? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4049793020984956411?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4049793020984956411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4049793020984956411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4049793020984956411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4049793020984956411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-i-loved-you.html' title='The Way I Loved You'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8953250952356976459</id><published>2009-11-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:13:08.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people like to make fun of my face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8953250952356976459?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8953250952356976459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8953250952356976459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8953250952356976459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8953250952356976459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-people-like-to-make-fun-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8071458824871157380</id><published>2009-11-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:33:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of people doing things they told me they weren't doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8071458824871157380?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8071458824871157380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8071458824871157380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8071458824871157380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8071458824871157380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sick-of-people-doing-things-they.html' title=''/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7826303629642126400</id><published>2009-10-26T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:51:55.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Carnival and SOS</title><content type='html'>We got trashed at Netball Carn and it is freaking partly my fault. I totally screwed myself up. D: But at least I had fun. I think. I have been freakingly high the whole day. Or at least in a good enough mood. Anyway, maybe it's coz I was reading Kresley Cole excerpts on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me that I didn't find any of her books in the library =.= So pissy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about SOS with Mel. Not it's not that life saving thing. Wtv its meant to be. It's something else O_____O Ask us. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7826303629642126400?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7826303629642126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7826303629642126400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7826303629642126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7826303629642126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/10/netball-carnival-and-sos.html' title='Netball Carnival and SOS'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2260285566594785080</id><published>2009-10-22T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:21:43.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post EYAs</title><content type='html'>Ok I haven't posted for a mondo-long time. Sorry. I was just fed up with the screwed blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff borrowed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night &lt;/span&gt; from the library, so I borrowed it from her and I will return it for her. I was re-reading it. I usually hate re-reading books. But this time it's an exception. I can always make exceptions for Kresley Cole books. I am, as the article in our EL reading package states, a book slut. I am reading... currently 3 books at a go, (supposed to be two since I'm on the last few pages of W.D.O.A.W.N but heck. I'm gonna read it ten thousand times)and yea! Feels good! AHAHHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tiff, if you're reading this (and you probably never will since you don't go blogging) LACHLAIN IS A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN HIS STUPID COUSIN BOWEN! (what kind of name is Bowen anyway?!) AHhhha. I know you're gonna kill me for this but oh well~ *whistles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those of you who don't know what I'm talking about... too bad. Haha. No joking. They're just characters in a series of books. Yes, that's how sad my life is. Me and Tiff actually obsess over imaginary characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; deprived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's paranormal romance! I like Kresley Cole coz her books always make me feel mushy. Unlike most romance books. I just read them for fun. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualified for Math RA. But felt a bit zibei coz Yi Xian got like qualified for FIVE RAs? Except Geog but she wanted to call Mrs Yap to ask her why O__O o...k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff. One word. LACHLAIN! Make that three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lachlain! Sebastian! Cadeon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2260285566594785080?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2260285566594785080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2260285566594785080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2260285566594785080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2260285566594785080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-eyas.html' title='Post EYAs'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2170658544857890258</id><published>2009-10-02T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:35:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimples and Xiaohan</title><content type='html'>Xiaohan has just commented on my abundance of pimples and her lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just popped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forget it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about you or your comments anymore, Xiaohan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually uh why am I on the com on FB when EOYs have started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to FB quizzes! Those horrifying ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEAR I AM A QUIZ-HOLIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF NOW HAZEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2170658544857890258?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2170658544857890258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2170658544857890258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2170658544857890258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2170658544857890258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/10/pimples-and-xiaohan.html' title='Pimples and Xiaohan'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7505732525179354541</id><published>2009-09-30T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:13:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidating eyes</title><content type='html'>I am taking FB quizzes with Melly again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HERE'S WHAT I GOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimidating eyes: Your eyes can exude such strong emotion that you can often intimidate, or scare, people. These eyes are often unique and a myriad of colors. The people that resist the intimidation of your eyes can find you beautiful and one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in the "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What do people see in your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;" Oh dearrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHEIEEEEEE MEL GOT WARM EYES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES* ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried taking a scandalous quiz. BUT THE IMAGE WAS GROSS. As in not SICK kind of gross. Just like ew! And it wasn't even anything sick. HUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing scandalous quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear I really am going down that path. Too far out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I took this: what kind of love are you... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SERIOUSLY IN LOVE. WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously not accurate. humph xP Mel got temporary hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Mel is now MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was eating lunch with Sand-ahling, Yi Xian and Mel, and Yi Xian said she would have a very successful career. And me and Mel were like: Of course! She will get to the top her own way, but we will do it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; way. *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't get it D: She thought we said she was stupid!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIgh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hint* if you haven't gotten it yet--- it's well... a demanding job. But it pays off :) Read my previous blog posts! :D HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7505732525179354541?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7505732525179354541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7505732525179354541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7505732525179354541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7505732525179354541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/intimidating-eyes.html' title='Intimidating eyes'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5982505393250684414</id><published>2009-09-29T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:02:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>Ok I don't know why the title is "Christmas Time"... maybe coz I borrowed this book by Mary Balogh... and it's 5 short stories about Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuhh big stuff happen in school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ugly, just plain ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5982505393250684414?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5982505393250684414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5982505393250684414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5982505393250684414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5982505393250684414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5962532604660378181</id><published>2009-09-28T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:34:42.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CEOs and Secretaries- life's ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was trying to change the font of each blog post's title. BUT as usual, my brain goofed up and I couldn't do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this font ( the title ). Anyway was playing MOUSEHUNT. WAH LAO THE STUPID LYCAN MICE KEEP ESCAPING ME! WHY! But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY LIFE'S AMBTION-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or rather, Mel's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretaries and CEOs are an interesting topic. Joanne says I will most likely be THE secretary who seduces some (hot) CEO and yeah... you get the point. [ I ADDED IN THE HOT MYSELF WHO WANTS TO SEDUCE SOME OLD CHIKOPEK?! ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so like NO!!! How can I be?! I will NOT SEDUCE some CEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Firstly, I have neither the looks nor the face nor the body =.= &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I do not resort to such means! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEOs and secretaries seem a rather interesting topic to talk about. I would elaborate if not for time constraints. :) I was just telling Mel today in school how Joanne looks like a secretary! And Joanne said NO I WILL NOT BE A SECRETARY COZ I DO NOT WANT TO WORK FOR BUSINESS. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think she wants to BE a CEO. :) Typical guai-kia-ness showing in Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mel was like: I don't want to be a secretary, I want to be CEO! *maniacal grin* So I said: YEAH... so you seduce the CEO! But she said THEN U WILL BE THE CEO'S WIFE NOT THE CEO! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tsk. typical greed xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, REALLY innocently (yeahhhh right)- BUT! Then you can ACCIDENTALLY slip poison into his soup! THEN you will be CEO! Yes! :) *smiles sweetly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish EYAs were over. Then we can expand on the topic of CEOs and Secretaries in PEEL! xP  HAHAHAHA. I talk WAY too much about WAY too private stuff with Mel and Joanne and Mich and Lisa. YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing Math during Science-- having promptly forgotten Mr. Evan's wise words of wisdom-- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO Mandarin or Math in my class! If you want to do it, make sure of one thing! *pause dramatically* DON'T GET CAUGHT!&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Then he walked past, and Mich was doing Chinese! And he was like NO MANDARIN! So I had to hurriedly chuck my math on my table (I was at Mel's table). Yes. And I really cannot understand him. Today I was asking him if you nid to memo stuff like Rf factor and the flame test chemicals for CSI (totally forgot it was open book) and he said something like check moodle and chucked his notebook into my hands. O_____O Freaking weird. So I used his notebook to check moodle. Yes. O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I digress way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have heard what Lisa and Mich and Mel and I were talking about today. WITH Mr Evans walking around the class too xP And I was waving my arms wildly (as usual, when I talk about these kinda things) when Mel when AHEM and I turned to see Mr Evans -.- And he was like: Keep talking! Nothing I can do to stop you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH What's with his Brit accent?! Mrs Leslie says English men are hot. -.- Yeah, okay, Mrs Leslie! HAHAHAH 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT just as a side note! I have a convo between Xiaohan and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xiaohan;                       rgco/syco &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt; HAZELLE&lt;br /&gt; have you done csi quiz?&lt;br /&gt;   THE HUIJUN LOOKS SO FARNNY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This was referring to my new DP where HJ is wearing large pink heart-shaped spectacles which have no transparent stuff in the frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt; O_______O&lt;br /&gt; and i look my usual pretty self right! no  wonder koo lubbx me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is coz XH always says Koo lubbx her more! Which ISNT TRUE HAHAHAH XIAOHAN xP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xiaohan;                       rgco/syco &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt; UNUSUAL PRETTY SELF MORE LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xiaohan;                       rgco/syco &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt; but haha you look quite pretty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt; thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xiaohan;                       rgco/syco &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt; maybe its cuz i cant see your pimples that clearly&lt;br /&gt; HEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt; okay jkjk lah&lt;br /&gt; anw&lt;br /&gt; you did csi quiz alrdy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt; CAI XIAOHAN U DIE!&lt;br /&gt; i dun  an to talk to u anymore! huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at this point I complained to mel xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;br /&gt; O____O&lt;br /&gt; KILL HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; mel  wants to kill u  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xiaohan;                       rgco/syco &lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt; huh&lt;br /&gt; what did i do?!&lt;br /&gt; O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all she wanted to know from the start was whether I had already done the CSI quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already, by the way! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 17/20~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lubbx*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5962532604660378181?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5962532604660378181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5962532604660378181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5962532604660378181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5962532604660378181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ceos-and-secretaries-lifes-ambition.html' title='CEOs and Secretaries- life&apos;s ambition'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7801227871289894776</id><published>2009-09-26T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:05:47.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napkins and Glasses</title><content type='html'>Lols Leen showed us how to make paper bra with napkins! And then we balanced it on two glasses. Those wineglass look-a-like glasses. They looked like JUGS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Just have some imagination XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cel was never sick! Come on! She didn't even know what was huai yun (pregnant). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say about the napkins man? And Cel was like: Hazel yours looks like a GRANNY BRA. (Coz I squished it all up into a ball) And I said: AT LEAST I HAVE SOMETHING TO PUT IT ON TO xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand I would tell you Mel's result... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7801227871289894776?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7801227871289894776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7801227871289894776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7801227871289894776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7801227871289894776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/napkins-and-glasses.html' title='Napkins and Glasses'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3315190017205711103</id><published>2009-09-26T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:42:21.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry top Muffins</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Western Dining Etiquette Course thing. D: Didn't get to sit with Mel and Mitch :D WHY DO THEY NOT LET US SIT WITH OUR CLASSMATES?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat with people from 206 I think... they just sat there without talking the whole time D: Maybe we (Sam, Sand, Joanne, Leen, Cel)talked too much? Hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway me and Cel emptied almost 3 packets of sugar into our tea! That should explain the sugar rush I had on the bus. But after that going home on 105/73 with Naomi, felt pretty tired &gt;&lt; Must be the sugar rush wearing off. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about our bus journey back to RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so hyper and out of control XP Somehow the conversation turned to Mel's favourite dessert: CHERRY TOP MUFFINS. If you have a lot of imagination, it won't take you long to figure out what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all know Mel's pervert nature. :P This somehow coincides with Lit lesson that day. Mrs Leslie said our papers were to virginally (made up word?) white &gt;&lt; So she went around checking our Justice and Mercy wkshts. And I ONLY WROTE TWO LINES but was still considered impure &gt;&lt; Joanne filled up the ENTIRE thing xP and Mel answered four questions. HAHAHAHAH the three of us are impure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the muffins. I think it started coz I told Mel Celeste said I looked like a cupcake and Joanne a coconut. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept trying to explain to Cel what cherry top muffins were! But she couldn't comprehend xD And we were like: it's in a pair! On your body! And Leen was like: And it's not your nostrils, eyes, ears, hands, legs, kidneys... etc. xP hahahahah I think we made a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE GUY LA TELL US WHAT MANGO PUDDING! The menu put: CREAM CARAMEL. Cel and I were like CREAM CARAMEL!!!!!! *waves arms wildly* And then when it was time for dessert, it was this yellow pudding looking thing... with brown layer on top and brown sauce. And the guy said: You all like mango pudding right! None of you allergic right! And me and Cel were like WTF WHERE IS OUR CREAM CARAMEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And first bite of the pudding. THIS IS MANGO?! ARE YOU SURE?! It tasted like coffee &gt;&lt; Bitter and Sweet at the same time. But anyway. After that Naomi told me it WAS CREAM CARAMEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too late, guess what Cel and I put on the feedback thing? We totally wrote the same thing xP great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What was best about the course?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What needs to be improved?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS OUR CREAM CARAMEL?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sand didn't like it! So she switched plates with Sam when Sam was done. And Leen said something... can't rmb what. And I said: Sam had second helpings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leen was like: ohhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!!!!! The look on her face was priceless :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3315190017205711103?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3315190017205711103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3315190017205711103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3315190017205711103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3315190017205711103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/cherry-top-muffins.html' title='Cherry top Muffins'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5354845630365097849</id><published>2009-09-23T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:28:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haikus and Poetry</title><content type='html'>Grahhh. I'm bored! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaa wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lacking inspiration to write &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hmm think tomorrow getting back Lit paper??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should totally change the title of the post right xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5354845630365097849?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5354845630365097849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5354845630365097849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5354845630365097849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5354845630365097849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/haikus-and-poetry.html' title='Haikus and Poetry'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7669578886953988856</id><published>2009-09-22T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:23:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese RS, Lit...</title><content type='html'>ANYWAY TODAY WAS CHINESE RS. :D My legs were so totally trembling when it was my turn. (I WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SPEAK!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we didn't do too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit PT REFLECTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to broadcast to the world the scandalous FB quizzes me and Mel took together (same link) with the SCANDALOUS RESULTS-- actually er mine wasn't that bad, but MEL'S WAS :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah I shall not say more lest she kills meeeee. Lets just round it off at: IT WAS SCANDALOUS. HORRIFYINGLY SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leen told me lots of sick jokes today! Lets see if I remember some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confucius says- squirrel who run up women's legs may not find nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confucius says- man with tool in woman's mouth may not necessaryily be a dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confucius says- stupid man gives wife piano, smart man gives wife upright organ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH SO SICK RIGHT XD HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA. I feel polluted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confucius says- men who sniff coke will get ice/eyes up their nose&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm didn't really understand that one but it still sounded funny when Leen said it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVSSSS to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand, Mich, why am I PURPLE?! That's a international gay colour xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7669578886953988856?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7669578886953988856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7669578886953988856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7669578886953988856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7669578886953988856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-rs-lit.html' title='Chinese RS, Lit...'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1147530173352105547</id><published>2009-09-17T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:00:16.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Mel again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; yeah, but still under Christianity in the broad sense XD&lt;br /&gt; so essentially i'm a christina-catholic&lt;br /&gt; christian*&lt;br /&gt; OOPS&lt;br /&gt; cheese just became a religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH SO FUNNY RIGHT xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg I'm a mermaid? Says the FB quiz on what mythical creature I am. OMG I LUV THIS QUIZ? Most the the what mythical creature... I get Werewolf/Griffin. All these ruthless creatures xD Of course, I am this sweet, INNOCENT (coughs) LITTLE GIRL D: who wouldn't harm a fly. (I wouldn't harm a fly, I would harm YOU) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh dear I just read the description: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone needs a dark side to them, and when it's necessary, embrace it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's part of it. Humph I don't like it anymore xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm doing another what power do you have hahahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeze: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You have the ability to freeze people on the spot. making them cold as ice, and soon as they are frozen u smash them into bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh dear..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: What's your spirit animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otter: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are energetic and playfull. Your friends find you very encouraging and fun to be around. You are easy going yet can be very persuasive when you are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! Stupid quiz XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Greek Goddess are you: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are Hera! The Greek Goddess of marriage, as well as the queen of the Gods. When it comes to relationships, no one dares to cross you. You've come across many difficult situations in your life but unlike others, you push through them and keep moving. You're a tough person who doesn't let anyone take advantage of you. And when it comes to anything in life, you know what you want and you're not afraid to get it, no matter the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoooo. D: Next up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of Faerie are you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Faerie:    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are a goth and/or like all things gothic. There is a dark side to your nature which you rarely show but wish you could be yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm all the quizzes! Am I really that bad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up! Are you an elf, witch, princess or fairy? (I'm guessing Witch luhh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elf: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are little but strong. You do perfectly what the headfairy asks and you are really sweet. You are a little bit scared from people but you think it's very exciting to look at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I was wrong! *gasp* At least there's a bit of truth. I think it's very cool to look at pp to look at their clothes! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mom is screaming coz apparently I have to be considerate and not sleep late coz my sister has to sleep well for PSLE Listening Compre tomorrow =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezuz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just the the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Angel are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You're name means 'God is my Strength'. You are the angel of child conception or the process of adopting a child. You also help anyone whose life purpose involves art or communication. You are the defender of the element of water and the west. You are the angel of Resurrection, mercy, and peace and benafactor of 'Messengers' You help peolpe with purity, rebirth, creativity, prophecy, purifying your thoughts, bodily and emotionally. You are the Patron Angel of all who work in the field of communications, postal workers, and the clergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyuhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH FB QUIZZES ARE JUST SO FUN~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1147530173352105547?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1147530173352105547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1147530173352105547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1147530173352105547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1147530173352105547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/talking-to-mel-again.html' title='Talking to Mel again'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8260318747225403797</id><published>2009-09-17T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:11:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High~</title><content type='html'>You know what? Mel feels high right now and I'm supposed to be doing my RS stuff but part of me wanna do it, the other part dun wanna :) And my sister is chionging for her PSLE Listening Compre tomorrow. Hahahaha to be back in those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I'm bored right, lemme post mine and Mel's convo xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yesh&lt;br /&gt; eeeeee hazel i am so bored HOWHOWHOW&lt;br /&gt; i actually feel like playing a game!&lt;br /&gt; that's bad.&lt;br /&gt; i NEVER feel like playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that's bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt; HOWHOWHOW&lt;br /&gt; oh dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt; play FB games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha recommend some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmm  what kind of game u  wan? passive,  click  click, or action,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha, suddenly i don't feel like playing games anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I FEEL HIGH HAZEL~~~~~&lt;br /&gt; -wide, wide grin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O_______O someone  call woodbridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; NO IT'S OKAY I'LL WALK IT'S LIKE OPPOSITE MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt; okay not THAT near but its' still walkable&lt;br /&gt; about 5mins&lt;br /&gt; SO IT'S OKAY, I'LL GET THERE ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt; AHAHAHAHAAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hazel :]     (●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok good lu k have fun, gimme a  call  when u get there. and rmb to  check out the hot doctors  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mel .            a spark of life, shining ]] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha so i'll call you and be like "OHMYGOD HAZEL THERE'S LIKE, THIS CUTE GUY, HE'S SO TOTALLY HOT OHMYGOD OHMYGOD   &lt;br /&gt; right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. that was confusing and difficult coz everything i bolded/italised (?!) had html all over. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hahahahahhaha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. Mel's highness is catching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have never heard of a passion so confused, so strange, outrageous, and so variable as the dog Jew did utter in the streets. My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with the Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! The law! One sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, of double ducats, my daughter has stolen from me! And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones. Justice! Find her! She hath the jewels upon her, and the ducats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8260318747225403797?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8260318747225403797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8260318747225403797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8260318747225403797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8260318747225403797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flying-high.html' title='Flying High~'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4431255472349551654</id><published>2009-09-16T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:30:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing life in colour</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Mel... and somehow the topic progressed to what colours people were. &lt;br /&gt;Coz I was talking about my new blog post font colour xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah Mel says I'm multi-coloured coz she couldn't think of a particulour colour for me so she assumed I kept changing colours so I'm multi-coloured! xD Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mel is this ice blue/water colour kind of thing. Those as described in those books Joanne and I like to read xP Those fairytale like groves/caves where they have this spring thing where they go swim. (hehehhhh) This should thus reflect Mel's pervert nature xP hahahah no la. Coz Mel is always so sensible and calm and tranquil and serene and all that, but also that water is a good servant but bad master, like water. Not saying that Mel is a bad master -.- But more like we cannot live without water, but water can also kill us. To describe that Mel is not only a calm person she can stand up for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning philosophical xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Mich! I think BRIGHT YELLOW. Just this BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT YELLOW. (If I could change my font colour, I would show you, but I can't) I don't know why, but NOTHING else pops up except this brilliant shade of yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of ZHEN~ I see this very practical navy blue colour with hints of shades of green and some other colours... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Sand... I see this brown... like chocolate brown... with swirls of those rich royal purple... (don't ask me why) maybe it's because she's so tan and her specs are purple HAHHAHA but I think it's more like she's got a homely feel! :) Like chocolate, my best friend... hahahahahh. But SAND I HAVE NOT FORGIVEN U FOR MOVING SO FAST. AND I HAVE GONE TO THE LAB AND THE FIRST MOUSE I CAUGHT I GOT A DIGBY KEY HAHAHAHHAHA. :) Did I mention a bit of red? hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what colours other people see in me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvvvs&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4431255472349551654?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4431255472349551654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4431255472349551654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4431255472349551654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4431255472349551654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeing-life-in-colour.html' title='Seeing life in colour'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1799508012007995461</id><published>2009-09-16T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:58:22.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed font... html kills</title><content type='html'>Html kills, big time. &gt;&lt; Mel said the font colour was too diff to read... so I spent like 20 minutes searching through a bunch of html and changing it, and the size to default, and other stuff like blog footer and wtv crap &gt;&lt; seriously, it was like searching through DNA to change ur genes! geez :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today Phoebe was absent... Mel said she had suspected H1N1 case, and they are supposed to isolate each other or something right? But Tiff said she saw her on the 190 bus, in school uniform and all that. Uh, creepy much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa anyway nid to rush out RS Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1799508012007995461?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1799508012007995461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1799508012007995461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1799508012007995461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1799508012007995461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/changed-font-html-kills.html' title='Changed font... html kills'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4570712874729606424</id><published>2009-09-14T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:21:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, Pissed and Annoyed. Deja vu much?</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey all. First day of school today! :) Why in the world am I using SMILEYS when I'm supposedly bored, pissed, and annoyed? Ok forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like posting it here. But I wanna get it out of  my system. I don't want to mention names but I think even if I don't everyone will know who they are. I shall try to state the events of the day OBJECTIVELY. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Lang first block, but A and B (calling them that. a bit de redundant actually -.-) were supposed to hand up Lit PT. And guess what? Even after one WEEK holiday extensions, they still didn't do it. Figures uh? (Sorry. Too subjective) Lemme rephrase that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B were supposed to hand up Lit PT today because they had gotten an extension of a one week holiday. They didn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is way MORE objective. And brings across my point just as well, don't cha think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that was Science. We were supposed to get into groups of 5/6. So Zhen, Tiff, Lisa, Sand, Joanne and I got together. "Got together" sounds weird. Never mind. But Mr Evans was very fed up or something coz we were too noisy/ took too much time to get settled. So coz A and B had no groups, he got damn fed up and in the end put us by register number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now in my group: Leti, Sand, Tiff, A, B, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That wasn't too subjective was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway made me damn pissed luhh so irritating how can the teachers do this to us???? HUH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally shouldn't go on. I am in grave danger of flaming. -.- Not that I really care much lah, but... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr Evans showed us this gross but interesting clip of symbiotic and NOT so symbiotic relationships between some species of caterpillar and ant or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short... Caterpillar X produces some sweet nectar from a THING in its back (the vid used some totally weird word of the body anatomy starting with N- so not fitting k?)and the ants love it like siao. They protect it like anything, etc. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... Caterpillar Y barges into the ant's nest, and nothing the ants do can stop it. Acid, bites, etc. And the ants are so vicious any small insect landing near them is butchered within minutes. Yeah you get the point. Caterpillar Y reaches the QUEEN'S CHAMBER. And yeah. Insects are fiercely loyal to their queen (see, no KING HAHAHAHHA) and they would die for the Queen; but also coz without the Queen the colony dies. I believe their exact quote was "If the Queen dies, the colony dies". I was telling my mom then she said they die when their life span is up right. And I was thinking... should be right? Otherwise they die on the spot? Like AHH MY QUEEN IS DEAD. *heart stops beating and dies* ?? A bit weird? Or maybe they commit suicide. Or is it without their Queen they are not able to go along with the flow systematically or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just to digress-- There's this series of books called the Empire Series by Raymond E. Feist. It is MARVELLOUS. I think Servant of the Empire, Daughter of the Empire and Mistress of the Empire. Not sure if Daughter and Mistress are II and III or vice versa. Anyway right, it's fictional fantasy, so there was this character called Mara... her dad and brother were killed and her dad was one of the chiefs of the clans. So she has to take over and everything. But basically, there was this cool bee alienoid thing? That was very profitable to them, called... I can't remember -.- and when they build a hive (note these bee things are about human size in the story) they stay there for life luhh. And I think this Queen she had a daughter who was ready to become a Queen... so she let her daughter go with Mara... to work for her and all that. Yeah something like that. So I was thinking that in this case, a daughter can be groomed for the task of Queen after the mother dies. BUT I THOUGHT ALSO. The Queen Bee (hahahah cheerleaders) is the only female in the hive capable of reproducing (hence the importance of the Queen in insect colonies... and the drakes in the hive -- male bees are like male pros. HAHAHH gigolos xP) hence ALL the pp (bees I mean. Or insects. wdv) are the Queen's daughters/sons. So how did she have the ONE daughter to groom to become a Queen?? HMMM? Loopholes are so interesting to find :) Or maybe Feist (author) meant it to be something else, I didn't read closely enough or something xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic! Wait a moment. What was the topic again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that does it, I am getting OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes. So Caterpillar Y EATS ALL THE GRUBS IN THE NURSERY. Zomg there was a close up of the disgusting body munching on the white grub &gt;&lt; Yeah and after that it becomes a butterfly (DAHH) and u would think that the ants can get revenge liao! BUT NO!!!!!! The butterfly has slippery scales on the wings so the ants cant latch on, and any ant that manages to BITE it gets its mouth covered in a white fluff it "obviously finds irritating" (quote). And there was this ant flapping its arms around trying to get it off! It would have looked cute if not for the fact I'm freaking scared of ants. SO OFF THE BUTTERFLY GOES TO LAY MORE EGGS TO HAVE MORE OBNOXIOUS BABIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukkkkks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh got 35/46 for Chinese PT! 3.6... ok la. at least it will pull my marks up. Hey, I'm not asking for too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel :) Long post! Happy first day of school! ~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4570712874729606424?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4570712874729606424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4570712874729606424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4570712874729606424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4570712874729606424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored-pissed-and-annoyed-deja-vu-much.html' title='Bored, Pissed and Annoyed. Deja vu much?'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6815419158321158113</id><published>2009-09-11T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:17:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky</title><content type='html'>Aiyuhhhh my mother keeps saying that I am playing instead of doing my work then every 5 minutes she keeps running over to check on what I am doing. -.- Ok, granted I AM actually slacking a bit (cough, cough) BUT STILL D: Now I can't even slack in peace. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh oh, oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;So much for my peaceful slacking~&lt;br /&gt;(Oh oh, oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh oh, oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;So much for my peaceful slacking~&lt;br /&gt;(Oh oh, oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did&lt;br /&gt;Was it something you saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging &lt;br /&gt;Let me know what I did&lt;br /&gt;Playing com games&lt;br /&gt;With the com screen turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is bad to paraphrase. (right word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6815419158321158113?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6815419158321158113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6815419158321158113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6815419158321158113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6815419158321158113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/freaky.html' title='Freaky'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7021654866934312501</id><published>2009-09-09T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:58:31.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with blogger? I can't change font colour, font type, font size! =.= So irritating. Anyway! Since I'm bored (AGAIN) and I JUST REALIZED WE HAVE NOT DONE ANY RS REPORT! AND OUR GROUP IS SERIOUSLY SCREWED! Therefore I am gonna rewrite Just Dance. A Continuation. Even though that has nothing to do with our group being screwed. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Pen~ Failed marks~ AHH AHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little bit to much to play (play)&lt;br /&gt;All of the Chinese starts to swirl (blurring out babe) &lt;br /&gt;How do they do this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Can't find my dictionary &lt;br /&gt;Where are my pens I lost my gaozhi (gaozhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to write for this zuo wen &lt;br /&gt;I hate this topic baby but I can't seem to help it&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool, what's the meaning of this?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember but it's alright (alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, gonna be okay, da-da-doom-doom &lt;br /&gt;Just slack, check that weird phrase babe, da-da-dum-dum&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, gonna be okay,just slack,&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, slack-slack, just slack~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could get a passing mark oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;How'd I manage to get that mark (failing marks babe)&lt;br /&gt;Control the poison babe, all those Chinese words yeah&lt;br /&gt;And we're all getting fails today, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, gonna be okay, da-da-doom-doom &lt;br /&gt;Just slack, check that weird phrase babe, da-da-dum-dum&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, gonna be okay,just slack,&lt;br /&gt;Just slack, slack-slack, just slack~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just- just slack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the rest is sung by a guy right? I don't like the next part, never bother to listen to it once xD So I can't re-phrase the next part! Hahaha. This one was easier to re-write than You Belong With Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7021654866934312501?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7021654866934312501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7021654866934312501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7021654866934312501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7021654866934312501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-800992876816569575</id><published>2009-09-08T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:52:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Playing Pet Society again... WHY OH WHY ARE THE MYSTERY BOXES NOT GIVING ME WHAT I WANT?! Last week, so many birdcages. This week, when I desperately want one, they don't want to give me! Why always like that?! Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezus. AHH! SHUO MING WEN! WHAT TO WRITE IN A SHUO MING WEN?! HOW?! I AM TOTALLY DEAD! AHH! Zomg. Shouldn't have played so much. DANG IT! D: D: I AM SCREWED BIG TIME. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT WHAT DO YOU WRITE IN A SHUO MING WEN?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to Jia Le's two brown hamsters =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh ya u know my mum bought two special breed hamsters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LONG-HAIRED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BROWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and when it grows big hair that will turn into a dress!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHUT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"like branch out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then the shop owner say can tie ribbons"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh and it's one male and one female cough cough" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamsters which will grow into a dress...? Must be a new breed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I am so bored I shall change Just Dance into A CHINESE DEDICATED SONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red pen~~ Failed marks~~ AHH AHH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little bit too much to play (play~)&lt;br /&gt;All of the chinese starts to swirl (start to flash babe)&lt;br /&gt;How do they do this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Can't find my dictionary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued tomorrow &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! SHUO MING WEN! I STILL DUNNO HOW TO DO?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-800992876816569575?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/800992876816569575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=800992876816569575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/800992876816569575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/800992876816569575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5065009513176998924</id><published>2009-09-07T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:03:13.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you see... you belong with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yo ALL! 8D I was playing Pet Society and talking to Xiaohan! And I told her I better go do Math. And then I was like I want a birdcage decor! Why cannot get!!! WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started belting out (on the computer)... WHY CANT U SEE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started rewriting the lyrics (rather lamely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Walk on the streets with you and your dog-eared pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Laughing on the school desk thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey isn't this easy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And you've got a solution that can light up my whole face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Haven't thought of it in a while since PPA brought me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You say you're easy I know you better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey whatcha doing with a problems/questions like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have to break of here coz Xiaohan wants me to acknowledge her.&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from our msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xiaohan; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must mention my name hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xiaohan; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xiaohan; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your aphrodite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xiaohan; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;She has easy sums, I have hard ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;She's top of the class and I'm down at the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;What you've been trying to solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Has been here the whole time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see~&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me, you belong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting waiting on your home desk&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know baby~&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I remember you dumping me on the desk in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you cry coz I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But I know your favourite sums and you tell me about your grades&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong...&lt;br /&gt;Think I know it's with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me...&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me...&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 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yep! So here it is xD Haha very lame right! XIAOHAN IF UR HERE U BETTER TAG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5065009513176998924?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5065009513176998924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5065009513176998924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5065009513176998924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5065009513176998924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-cant-you-see-you-belong-with-me.html' title='Why can&apos;t you see... you belong with me...'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7433772028109555668</id><published>2009-09-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:50:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Sand-rahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7433772028109555668?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7433772028109555668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7433772028109555668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7433772028109555668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7433772028109555668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-to-sand-rahh.html' title='Dedicated to Sand-rahh'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5304969302138882896</id><published>2009-09-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:46:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La de La</title><content type='html'>AHH! ABSOLUTE BOYFRIEND IS ADDICTIVE! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was doing Lit PT I kept telling myself STOP READING THE DAMNED MANGA! It didn't bloody work! So today I had to chiong in the Shaw Lab (is that how it's spelled?) and I was late for Band for like 10 mins! Coz after that I had to run up to the library and all that. Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Absolute Boyfriend. It's very pervertic, but comical at the same time, and like anyway "mature" (as Aliza and Xing Ern call it!) manga like that is so not porn, it's like ... O___O just people without clothes on? Just like the people I draw... the template... without clothes so I can stick the clothes on... kinda thing. Yepp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I nid to practice piano. I don't want to! GRAhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5304969302138882896?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5304969302138882896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5304969302138882896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5304969302138882896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5304969302138882896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-de-la.html' title='La de La'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8377229034213194599</id><published>2009-08-30T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:02:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Man, something is wrong with me. So today I was at NTUC with my mother, and then she was looking at the dairy products, and I saw the cheese cubes thing? You know, that brand with the cow, where the cheese is in cubes, and suddenly I thought about Primary School again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I think in P5 Chinese Class? There was this topic called 爱心午餐 or something like that? So 胡老师 told us not to eat breakfast, and instead make bread in school during Chinese class or something. And Isaac brought cheese cubes (I remember I brought bread, but not sure what Mel and Keith brought)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep thinking of the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something is very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got over my emo-ness last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8377229034213194599?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8377229034213194599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8377229034213194599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8377229034213194599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8377229034213194599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2104832480837763857</id><published>2009-08-29T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:30:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ing again</title><content type='html'>I was reading this book, and the main character giggled. And that word, somehow, triggered memories. It was like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used to laugh uncontrollably and my father would say stop giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought back about P6, and about HCL, and about my HCL group, and how happy I was then. I remember how Gerald always used to make me laugh until my stomach and face hurt from laughing too much, no matter what ocassion, what lesson, what mood I was in. The whole group could always laugh, and laugh, and laugh until the whole class was affected. I remember how we used to throw our ting xie books into the centre of the desk, and the last person would bring the books up. We would compare our ting xie and xi zi marks, and it may have been childish, but I was happy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what it will take for me to be happy again. It seems I haven't been really happy since I left P6 for Secondary School. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be happy for once? I can't stop thinking about P6, can't stop thinking about the times I was really happy, sitting there in the Oasis without a care for the world, laughing... couldn't stop laughing... compared ting xie... when secondary school seemed a life time away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Stop crying. My nose is starting to get blocked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please god, if u really do exist, make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I noe I'm being unfair. Thousands of people in this world would kill to live in the conditions I'm living in now. I really don't know why I'm complaining, why I'm emo-ing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathetically lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, if I was given a chance... I would do it in a flash and alter the times I really wish I could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chang said on Friday what is done is done, and no one can change the past. I really wish I could. And even if I can't, forget the things I so desperately want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my life. I really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2104832480837763857?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2104832480837763857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2104832480837763857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2104832480837763857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2104832480837763857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-ing-again.html' title='Emo-ing again'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6064309068416253703</id><published>2009-08-29T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:58:55.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life man I hate my life man I hate my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting angry uber easily these a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NOSE IS KILLING ME. I AM SUFFOCATING. it's like some times it's okay. and others it's not. will it just make up it's mind and be OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA LE D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA LE D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6064309068416253703?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6064309068416253703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6064309068416253703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6064309068416253703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6064309068416253703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahh.html' title='AHH!'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1143827163685310100</id><published>2009-08-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:05:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyooo my self esteem has hit a new low.&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna catwalk down the world?!!!&lt;br /&gt;*shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Zhen I should show u my sketchbook. Compared to Bella's its like a 5 year old kid's drawing to a professional artist.&lt;br /&gt;No way am I gonna get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY PT.&lt;br /&gt;I am so dead. But I don't feel like doing it somehow! But then tomorrow I have to memo Lit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting repetitive in old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh something is wrong with Blogger! I can't change font, font colour, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1143827163685310100?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1143827163685310100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1143827163685310100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1143827163685310100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1143827163685310100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/08/aiyooo-my-self-esteem-has-hit-new-low.html' title=''/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8334180415882481713</id><published>2009-08-21T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:35:01.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is alive again!&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;I just came on to check...&lt;br /&gt;and also coz I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm resorting to playing Runescape. that tell u much about how bored i am?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY ZHEN IM SORRY I DIDN'T NOE UR BDAY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. tiff and bella wan Fashion Cluster too! :) but I don't think I will get in la anyway :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERGHHH SAs. I don't think my right hand will ever be the same again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8334180415882481713?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8334180415882481713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8334180415882481713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8334180415882481713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8334180415882481713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-blog-is-alive-again-no-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-478360777684349713</id><published>2009-07-17T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:48:10.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been very bored/emo/pissed/depressed these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I try out for Fashion Cluster, or no? I think not, sure get rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need to finish up SIP. BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-478360777684349713?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/478360777684349713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=478360777684349713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/478360777684349713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/478360777684349713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8557520438524307292</id><published>2009-06-06T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:20:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM KOREA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BACK FROM KOREA! DID U GUYS MISSSSZ ME?! :D I missed Singapore D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food in Korea is very... erk. It's like a steamboat thing with soup and meat and mushrooms and stuff, and u eat it with sticky rice with all sorts of pickled veggie thingies. But the kao rou (barbecued meat?) was nicenicenice :D You wrap it in this veggie leaf thing with rice and seaweed. Like in the Korean dramas XD Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH lost my measuring cylinder! Now I have to pay the lab or something &gt;&lt; sigh. I have no freaking idea where the hell it is. X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I will try to find it later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was packing up all my souvenirs to give pp! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8557520438524307292?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8557520438524307292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8557520438524307292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8557520438524307292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8557520438524307292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-korea.html' title='BACK FROM KOREA'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1761087125608339291</id><published>2009-05-25T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:48:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHAHHAA. SL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny. We went there, read two stories, played "Where's the ten cent coin" AND sat around reading books coz the rest of the story telling was in Malay and I guess only Sam understood XD Anyway it was rather scary and everything. I wonder if they understood what I read to them. The middle part was funny... (I read this adaptation from Rapunzel (?) )... and they laughed... but the end part was a bit weird. Lols. I just don't have the patience to work with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I just had to watch episode 3 before I leave for Korea. So I watched it just now. But the problem is... now I can't stop watching &gt;&lt; remember =".=")" jihoo =".=""&gt; Hanazawa Rui &gt;&gt; Jihoo&lt;br /&gt;Nikishado something &gt;&gt; Jun Pyo&lt;br /&gt;Mimasaki Akira &gt;&gt; some random two syllable name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. HE JUST KISSED HER AND TEASED HER. NO WAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it must be very confusing. I am switching. Between comics and shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew. Shizuka (SeoHyun) is back, and like she greets the F4 by... kissing them. Which makes them look really perverted. *not that they aren't!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA. Jun Pyo straightened his hair (in the comic) and it took him FIVE hours and then it went "Sproing!" back to curly!!! :D SO FUNNY. Hhaa. I am being lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show. Jihoo is back! Finally. I have been like fast-forwarding through Ep 5... Hahahaha Jun Pyo just announced that Jan Di is his gf, her actions are his etc. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; But my dad suddenly walked her so I had to stop! AHH. Back to the show!!!!! ... ... ... THEY JUST SHOWED HIM SMILING. THEN SWITCH SCENE. WHAAAAT.  Aiya forget it. I have to go!  Tomorrow!!! &lt;3  Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO! WAIT! I just happened to see the last part of the bit of show I was watching. Jihoo flirting with girls XD So funny. He's looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1761087125608339291?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1761087125608339291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1761087125608339291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1761087125608339291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1761087125608339291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sl.html' title='SL'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2384320549722008356</id><published>2009-05-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:51:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still fangirling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still fangirl-ling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mich! :D Hi Xiaohan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha really nervous for this Sunday's SL what if we screw it up? Like if we accidentally go like PBLTTHLTH *speechless* around the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand noisy kids XD HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2384320549722008356?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2384320549722008356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2384320549722008356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2384320549722008356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2384320549722008356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-fangirling.html' title='Still fangirling'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4726567869225118936</id><published>2009-05-22T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:58:12.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Yori Dango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHHH was watching on mysoju.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Saturday... tomorrow... SO I CAN WATCH. Ahh but I already know what's going to happen? Ack nvm then even if I miss anything it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4726567869225118936?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4726567869225118936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4726567869225118936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4726567869225118936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4726567869225118936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/hana-yori-dango.html' title='Hana Yori Dango'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7393304399210022239</id><published>2009-05-20T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:27:56.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirlling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally changed URL. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH HE'S SO CUTE! ZOMG. Akoo thinks so too :D SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg am totally obsessed. I love his hair. JIA LE UR HAIR IS REBONDED TOO BUT HIS IS A THOUSAND TIMES NICER!!! :D No jkjk! Urs is nice, but his is NICER. Like if urs is 100% nice, his is 1000 000% nice! Even tho that is mathematically incorrect. Whee. OMG HE'S SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than the other three la at least =.= The other three look so... weird. And gay. But the artist guy is not that bad his smile is cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I am totally fangirl-ing. Ehhh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE. I think I better stop posting now. The only thing i'm saying is "HE'S SO CUTE!". Which he IS. Not like what Jia Le says :D CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7393304399210022239?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7393304399210022239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7393304399210022239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7393304399210022239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7393304399210022239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/fangirlling.html' title='Fangirlling'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7846371646141288608</id><published>2009-05-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:20:02.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Over Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am totally fangirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yahhhh wait I need to change my blog URL. Yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7846371646141288608?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7846371646141288608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7846371646141288608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7846371646141288608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7846371646141288608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-over-flowers.html' title='Boys Over Flowers'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3840635248235865858</id><published>2009-05-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:44:36.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got back Math today. 33/40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed. Not coz of Math, but related to the paper. Not about my mark, but something else. But some things are better left unwritten/unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go to Moodle. Sigh. Science is also pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3840635248235865858?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3840635248235865858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3840635248235865858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3840635248235865858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3840635248235865858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6356558034900330864</id><published>2009-05-13T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:33:14.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Withdrawal Symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Officially having Maple Withdrawal Symptom. Which is weird, cuz the last time I played with Koo was what, in Jan? Ok, I'm slow reaction person XD Haha. Anyway now whenever Koo talks about Maple I start gushing O__O Which is rather... weird. Consering I have a sore throat and cannot speak. I still keep blabbering. My nose is KILLING ME. WHY OH WHY DID I HAVE TO GET FLU?! ERGHHH. Now how am I supposed to go for NAPFA huh?! Huh?! Tell me?!!!!!!! Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ackk. Maybe I shud start worrying about exam results but I think it's a bit too late liaozz. AHH. AH. Shud I train Koo? Hmm. If XH is gonna play too MAYBE I shall go back to Victoria Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. I posted this long thing and NOTHING appeared. Ok what the heck I'm not gonna type it all out again. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ART was fun :D My self portrait looks like a porcelain doll. No resemblance at all. The skin is an unearthly shade of pink. HAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Sick with flu and sore throat. *sneeze. cough* Eck.&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/7777137408351185272-6356558034900330864?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6356558034900330864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6356558034900330864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6356558034900330864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6356558034900330864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/maple-withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='Maple Withdrawal Symptoms'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5503246066528807122</id><published>2009-05-09T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:01:39.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ack. I spent one whole afternoon and night printing stuff out on moodle. So irritating. Plus I can't get into INET. Neither can Mel and Mich but somehow using Jia Le's account can. Oh haha Jia Le's user is like JIALE3.LEE95 coz there are three Lee Jia Le's in Sec 2. So all of them are like JIALE.LEE95. Lols! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored. I want to play Maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed EL ORAL. Examiner was Mr Joseph Toh. He smiled so much. I wonder if my answers were really that funny. I didn't know what to say so I spewed a bunch of crap. AND ONE QN I ANSWER YEAH! OMG. YEAH. What kind of English is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mugging for Bio*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5503246066528807122?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5503246066528807122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5503246066528807122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5503246066528807122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5503246066528807122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ack.html' title='Ack.'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6466168354271962248</id><published>2009-05-07T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:52:45.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is dedicated to LEE JIA LE :D who has made me angry everyday :D HAHAHAHA. Jia Jia I still WUV u :3   i noe ur reaction! U will go EEEEE and smack my hand and Tiff will go: Hazel are you sure you are NOT les?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Today like half our class was sick &gt;&lt; So dangerous. I better eat more vitamins. I MUST eat more vitamins. Exams on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CRAP. I am going to flunk Lit. I really dun get War Poetry. It's kind of pointless, and makes me sad when I read it. Jia Le was talking about some boiiao pp who go to war, then after that got boliao pp to write boliao poems. She got A for FA and I got C. Damnit, I'm too complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was NAPFA. If not for Pull ups I may have gotten a Gold. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Video on Earthquakes today. Destruction. 7 Dec, major earthquake, killed more than 25000 pp. Also was date of bombing of Pearl Habour. Jia Le you are super suay man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me kinda wonder what is there on this earth to live for. Earthquakes and Volcanoes are so dangerous. Kinda makes one realize how vulnerable humans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6466168354271962248?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6466168354271962248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6466168354271962248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6466168354271962248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6466168354271962248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleah.html' title='Bleah.'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-632000236225773379</id><published>2009-05-02T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:52:14.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SWINE FLU. ZOMG? ok wait last i heard they changed it to mexican flu liaozz..... OMG. SO SCARY. EERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got new glasses. Lols :D They are kind of brown black colour. With a bit of magenta. My sis thinks I look like a nerd. Never mind :D NOBODY LAUGH. But nid time to adjust due to diff degree and style... so now I'm nursing a splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shud be revising for SAs. Like be a bit more kiasu. Hello?! My new years resolution was SUPPOSED TO BE TO WORK HARD. ah well. those things never work. I have to go in 10 mins and I still have a bunch of Lit PT stuff to do. So this is SHORT post. Ladeee dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot theseadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou for SAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-632000236225773379?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/632000236225773379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=632000236225773379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/632000236225773379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/632000236225773379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5056350677857385386</id><published>2009-04-15T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:28:06.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bleah. I'm like three quarters done with Geog PT and I'm stuck. Don't really feel like doing it. I'm like: *click* open the document. *stares* dun wanna do liao. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay today had art lesson. so fun. ok, fine it's not FUN. it's engaging and interesting. it's not the PE run around kind of fun. Even tho I dun find PE that fun coz I'm too scared to run too fast, throw with too much strength in case I injure myself. I'm a coward. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew a French Horn today!!! Wanted Euphonium... but the teacher only had pictures of a French horn D: Tiff and Sand chose the hummingbird, which was, I think, SUPER DIFF. I applaud them for choosing it ^^ I wanted to, but then it looked so intricate and everything... D: Saw this great picture of a woman's foot in this platform close-toe, wanted to draw it, but Min Ee wanted it too, and since she took it first, she should have it. Lucky I didn't take it arh! Afterward the teacher said we have to stylize (is this the word?) the picture we drew, and put it on the back of a poker card as a design. HOW TO STYLIZE THE FOOT HUH? XD the french horn looks like some tribal thingum now. x.x eeeyeh. Sandra's stylized hummingbird looked really nice :) Ah well. Used tracing paper to do the symmetrical design on the back of the poker card, the method is so cool! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When choosing the pictures, then Jodie said if no one wants the dolphin photo she's gonna take it... coz she was at the back of the crowd and couldn't reach, I guess, only see. But then Chuning took it. I told her Jodie wants it but she said: i want it.&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. =.=  Like she want then it's hers liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think the teacher got super frustrated today la, she kept telling us to follow instructions and draw the picture in one quarter of the paper or something. I think Chuning like drew a grid all over the picture to get it right? Or somebody, not sure, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also drew an apple! 3D with shading XD yay i love it haha! ego me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D such a cute face! 8D is so cute too. :P so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5056350677857385386?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5056350677857385386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5056350677857385386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5056350677857385386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5056350677857385386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-of-life.html' title='Tired of Life'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4161436964452741177</id><published>2009-04-06T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:22:58.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am BORED. And slack. I feel so tired and I don't wanna do any work! Sigh.. Life is horrid. (I sound so guai kia like!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Math teacher again, didn't really catch her name. I realize we keep getting new math teachers. Ms Yong was so NICE D: the new teacher seems quite nice and like sort of knows her stuff but she sounded and looked and acted really nervous. Like she scared we eat her up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Math always rushes by quickly. They should allocate it like 1 and a half hour or something. Then maybe we have time to do the wkshts in class and actually ask the teacher questions. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Geog marks, 13/19... I have to say I'm satisfied coz I didn't study much and I really didn't know how to do. Evan got like 17 1/2 lah! So pro xia XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha gtg now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4161436964452741177?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4161436964452741177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4161436964452741177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4161436964452741177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4161436964452741177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-slacking.html' title='Bored, slacking'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1997844674082591300</id><published>2009-04-03T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:20:41.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello. I'm over it. I mean, I thought I accepted the Silver, but obviously after my super down mood ytd, I was obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to Mish! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1997844674082591300?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1997844674082591300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1997844674082591300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1997844674082591300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1997844674082591300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m over it.'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2291827661082705389</id><published>2009-04-02T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:29:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm officially gone. I thought I could be strong, but after that post, I went to bathe and spent the time in the toilet crying. Softly larh, of course, otherwise my family might think I'm nuts. I'm not sure why! I just sat there... and suddenly I started crying. O___O How? I really must be going mad. I hardly even feel like studying anymore these days... What am I to do?!!! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2291827661082705389?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2291827661082705389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2291827661082705389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2291827661082705389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2291827661082705389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf.html' title='SYF'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8143155242329825032</id><published>2009-04-02T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:19:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's over. SYF 09, the event we trained hard for. Over in a matter of less than half an hour, and still I feel the after-effects. I didn't feel anything when the results were announced. Lots of people were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it's not sadness, but disappointment, the reason why I didn't cry. Only when we found Aliza, and went back, then I cried a few tears. It must be disappointment. There can be no other reason. I suppose. I really enjoyed it performing, and I guess the result doesn't matter as much. What mattered to me then was the fact that I had enjoyed the music and liked it, and I found it really enriching during SYF. So when the results were announced... voila, no reaction. I guess even the strongest of people cry. It's just whether to do it in public or not. When I got home, I was already too tired, don't even talk about crying. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and pretend it was a dream. Which kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind. We still have two years. Must work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8143155242329825032?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8143155242329825032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8143155242329825032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8143155242329825032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8143155242329825032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-09.html' title='SYF 09'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2517697771147895650</id><published>2009-03-30T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:48:34.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Weeh, I finally managed to climb past the red line at rock-climbing today... But I dun wanna belay! I never belay before. What if I accidentally do something wrong?! AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensive SYF prac! :D Yay I love Turandot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have to go. Lols. Lame post coz I was bored. :) Talk more after SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for us! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I still LOVE you, cel-cel! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you love Mish already 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/7777137408351185272-2517697771147895650?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2517697771147895650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2517697771147895650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2517697771147895650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2517697771147895650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3781025347750126197</id><published>2009-03-22T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:12:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello. I wonder why they even call it school holidays when it doesn't feel like a holiday at all?? They must be sadistic. I bet holidays are an excuse for teachers to give more work. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hectic holiday. SYF is really near. Must jiayou for it. Had to go to school like 4 days a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was to RI. Saw my cousin AGAIN. I was all carrying my eupho talking to Huijun walking in happily when I heard someone say: HAZEL TAN. Zomg, so embarassing. :D I should have said right back: MATTHEW NEO. Why don't I ever think of proper comebacks in time?! My senior said he looks like an ostrich! I thought Donald Duck. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were pretty much the same, 8-- 5.30... something like that la anyway. I totally sucked for Auds. Even though she said I improved from last time. I still suck anyway. D: I have to practices really hard. PLUS. I kept polishing my instru with cloth and water AND using Vivian's polish cloth AND it's still scratchy (can't be helped i suppose!) and DULL. I WANT SHINY INSTRU D: Like the other time KS Chee they switched on all the lights. And then coz my direct's eupho is super shiny, and the bell is curved right... it looked like this super shiny gliterring tiara. Did I meantion I love shiny stuff? I'm like a magpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. Had to chiong RS proposal coz the teachers didn't tell us anything about CmPS results! AND THEN there was no list of available projects put up! So we didn't know what to do, and self-initiated RS is due like today. We submitted last night. Yi Xian thought there was something wrong with hers cause she could go in and edit and she submitted again and again. O___O Deja vu. Same thing happened with Yahoo Groups. She's so kiasu hehe. Zhengning says we are effective last minute chiongers. Coz she thinks our proposal is quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALIZA IS DEAD. She did not do a single BIT of the proposal but she's included in the group members anyway. She went to 金马伦高原 (Cameron Highlands) as Jamie put it, and she is only back like what, TODAY?! GRRRRRR. And we only started the proposal on like Thursday or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had to send Geog pictures in... and I tried for like 3 consecutive days using Yahoo but they said: our usually reliable server has goofed-up. please try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's so reliable why did it goof up?! But anyway I used my sister's hotmail account to send. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3781025347750126197?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3781025347750126197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3781025347750126197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3781025347750126197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3781025347750126197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-holidays.html' title='School Holidays'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6964739559125953793</id><published>2009-03-11T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:01:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Journeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay today I have a LEEETLE bit of time so I can post about Kukup! Yay ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was uber fun. Except at the suspension bridge. Was screaming like a mad woman. :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow when we walked in the mangrove trail, Jia Le, Tiff, Chels, Esther, Bella and I... ended up following Mr Evans around. I think without him we would never have seen anything worth seeing at all lahh. So grateful XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. at this point, this junction thingie? Met Ms Hoo and she said some stuff I couldn't hear... And Mr. Evans went : "I have a bunch of stupid Singapreans behind me." !!!!!!! We were behind him!!!!! O____O gahh. But never mind. We were really sorta blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these two horseshoe crabs. Like, zomg?! The smaller one was like biting on the other one's butt area, and I took loads of cool pictures! And Mr Evans said coz there were two, they were likely mating. Zomg again. How many times in a lifetime... chances you get to see that kind of thing? And they were like swimming around. Were we making too much noise? They swam to deeper waters so we couldn't see them. Maybe even crabs want their privacy :P Heh. And as they were swimming around the one behind... had these black antennae thingies rising out of the water now and then. Were we not supposed to see that? Huh? Was it something wrong we shouldn't have seen? ;P HEHEHE. *pervertic nature takes over* Aww never mind. Got loads of brilliant pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw lots of mudskippers! Especially at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelongs&lt;/span&gt;. Is that how it's spelled? SO MANY. I was so fascinated but Tiff was not D: She said if something is so common it's not interesting anymore. And THOUSANDS OF SNAILS. The ones in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelongs &lt;/span&gt;were really big. And Mr Evans told us all about the snails attached to the trees in the mangroves. He said that the seawater from the sea flowing into the mangroves would kill the plants, so the snails collect the salt and deposit it on leaves, which turn yellow, wilt and die, and float away on the water. So heroic!!! O__O I feel. very 自卑. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOADS of motorbikes and bicycles in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelongs.&lt;/span&gt; Risk of getting knocked down in the small alley, whew.. Hmm what else is there?? Ah well. I think Mr Evans' a great teacher. He explained stuff so well luhh. We are blind without him *heh sounds weird.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Tomorrow have to go Toa Pa Yoh for the ageing population thingie.. today's musuem trip was a little boring... interesting at some parts... but the washbasin explaination/dialogue between some man and woman was a little... ermm. Disgusting is a weird word to use. What's perverse? I always wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't understand the definitions. But they gave synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="sectionLabel"&gt;Synonyms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;contumacious, disobedient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;stubborn, headstrong. See &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=willful&amp;amp;db=luna" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;willful.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;evil, bad, sinful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I guess it can be used? Ah well. Have to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all tomorrow. Luvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6964739559125953793?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6964739559125953793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6964739559125953793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6964739559125953793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6964739559125953793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-journeys.html' title='Learning Journeys'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5682129394449746108</id><published>2009-03-09T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:06:51.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha super short post coz I busy doing Bio PT but keep getting distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wear Band U on founders day it was so hot afterward. Erghhh. Hmm didn't expect it to end so early, after that we went to batch corr and took lots of photos. We were so high larhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Have to go do PT. Eee I dun wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukup trip tomorrow! Seafood. O___O I hate fish. (exception of salmon and pomfret) I hate seafood. (exception of SOME mussels). I hate CRAB AND PRAWN. (no exceptions). Eew. I'm so picky XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5682129394449746108?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5682129394449746108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5682129394449746108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5682129394449746108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5682129394449746108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/03/founders-day.html' title='Founder&apos;s Day'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6482089225199471942</id><published>2009-03-02T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:59:44.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog SA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahhahaaa I totally flunked Geog today. Big whoop there. No surprise. But Math was okay, except for the macro-concepts. OMG I did not even know it was going to be tested. I so died. And there were these two questions, the x to the power of four one, and the one below it... I did NOT KNOW HOW TO DO. I spent like half an hour staring at the two questions before finally my mind decided to work. I figured that if I stared at it long enough, I would get the answer. Voila. Results proven. The last question... Only got the answer by chance. Mmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH why is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that Innocent &lt;/span&gt;delayed?!!! I don't want!!!! I WANT IT OUT SO I CAN READ. Darn it. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleasure of a Dark Prince. &lt;/span&gt;WHY IS IT ONLY OUT JANUARY 2010?! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6482089225199471942?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6482089225199471942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6482089225199471942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6482089225199471942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6482089225199471942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/03/geog-sa.html' title='Geog SA'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2173166028853731754</id><published>2009-02-28T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:09:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio PT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am officially dead. Geog exam, Math exam, EL exam, all on Monday, which is, I might add, one day away. I am slacking. And my supposedly based on a fox Bio Creature... I was constructing its head. Wonderful. If I add the ears on, it looks like piglet. Either that or Wilbur from Charlotte's Web. GAHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And I sucked at AMC. Like, so obvious? I got what... 78... or something like that... Evelyn and Tiff and some guaikias got 90 + i think... its some awarded cert stuff. Samantha got like super high. I knew I was not destined to do math :) My direct got 105. O____O like. omg. nvm. She's like, super smart. Unlike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The top scorer got like 150 larh! That's FULL MARKS. FULL MARKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Still absorbing the shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I dun wanna stay back after SAs on Monday!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm planning to chiong the BIo Creature on Monday. Sunday shall be dedicated to Geog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh who am I kidding. I am never going to fulfill that. Most probably it will be dedicated to some nonsense stuff. I should at least revise for Math larh. Ok that does it. Later during the one hour break during Piano I shall finish Math revision exercise and write notes for Geog. I shall worry about English later. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Stupid 1-child policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mmph. Thou shalt not curse and swear nor blame others. (ie. the policy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BLEARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2173166028853731754?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2173166028853731754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2173166028853731754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2173166028853731754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2173166028853731754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/bio-pt.html' title='Bio PT'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5419997354677261307</id><published>2009-02-27T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:15:37.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was SLI. Wee. Dismissed super early but only left the school at about half past 11 coz waiting for Xing Ern and Aliza to finish indiving. I forgot to bring my mouth piece D: Sigh. Anyway... got home real late. So I'm bored. And listening to tear drops on my guitar. And marvelling on the length of Taylor Swift's dress. And wondering if I prefer Love Story to Teardrops on my Guitar. I think I don't. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. I should go do my Bio PT now. I haven't even started on the construction X.X Hazel is super dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvvs&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5419997354677261307?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5419997354677261307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5419997354677261307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5419997354677261307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5419997354677261307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored-again.html' title='Bored again'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1447545358784831779</id><published>2009-02-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:03:06.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate my life. I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1447545358784831779?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1447545358784831779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1447545358784831779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1447545358784831779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1447545358784831779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7229243825879809008</id><published>2009-02-13T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:00:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6iamGlICGU/SZVgpLCKDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r8o3MIatnbA/s1600-h/PETS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6iamGlICGU/SZVgpLCKDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r8o3MIatnbA/s320/PETS.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302250396751367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay today was the pre-valentine's day mood-ish day. PB was selling those helium balloons. But so expensive XD Hehe. Bought four packs of Yupi sweets, Cola, two Gummi Bears and one Glow Worms. Think the auntie might have thought I'm either siao, or diabetic, or greedy or something like that. Sweets for all my god-mortals. XD Already gave Genevieve a lollipop on Thursday for Valentines... you know the kind which are made of gummy, with the like features (flowers the lollipop bear/cat/animal thing is holding) made out of sugar? Yeah... it's so cute XD But anyway gave the sweets to Lea, Grace, Emily and HuiShyuan. Emily was super hyper as usual :D Whoosh. When I saw Grace I just rushed up to her and stuffed the letter + sweet into her hands and said Happy Valentine's Day Grace! Then I rushed off. Lols. So lame. Coz giving them before assembly so sort of a rush. Luckily 113 was coming up the foyer spiral staircase so when I saw Lea just gave it to her also. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Emily in the canteen afterward. Jia Le and I looked so weird carrying two heart-shaped helium balloons (collected for Esther) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterward in class when we were discussing the Math Presentation thing Jia Le was humming this song and Tiffany asked her what it was and Jia Le was like: 不能说的秘密 and I couldn't stop laughing. Coz obviously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;不能说的秘密 was the song title, but then it sounded like Tiff asked her what it was, and Jia Le said it was a secret so she couldn't tell. Lols! XD Laughed until my stomach and face hurts. Laughing burns calories, you know that. *mantains straight face* Yes, it does. Seriously. *side effects not mentioned -cramps etc. cramps is the best of the worst effects you can get* Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the sheltered walkway. My direct was there too. I didn't know what to do. I was like: say hi? don't say hi? say hi? don't say hi? Then she turned and saw me and gave me this weird look and said hi. So I was like hi. Eck. So awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Have to go do my Math now. Slacking off and reading excerpts from Kresley Cole's website - www.kresleycole.com - she's a great author. Aiyuhh why Fushigi Yugi Genbu Kaiden still no new chapters. Irritating luhh. Nvm... Also busy sneaking to play Pet Society XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Wanted to show you the pet but somehow the picture won't turn up. Weird. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL! (I am getting repetitive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7229243825879809008?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7229243825879809008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7229243825879809008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7229243825879809008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7229243825879809008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6iamGlICGU/SZVgpLCKDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r8o3MIatnbA/s72-c/PETS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777137408351185272.post-6753553496936816486</id><published>2009-02-11T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:35:58.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mealworms, School Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wheesh. Had mealworm experiment today. &gt;&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;backward. Woosh. And they keep making weird jerking movements which look wrong AND disgusting. Do mealworms have gender? If so, how do they reproduce? By splitting into parts? I mean, if you can split into parts, why have a gender at all? And Celeste finally realized today that mealworms only have SIX legs, and they are lugging their huge butt and the rest of their body behind them. Yecks. And a group of them killed a mealworm. They sprayed ethanol I think! On the mealworm, and it spasmed in the ethanol then died. So evil DX and the dead body was all curled up and everything. Yecks. Felt sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. Saw my new junior today. She's a Band senior's sister O___O Heard that she can already play F and high Bb and hold eight counts on her first attempt. feel so 自卑 (is that the right word/words? not sure-- see my chinese sucks. more to be zi bei about.) Blearghhh. Today I was supposed to go amphi wait, then when Amanda and Samantha came walking there were like 6 people behind them and I was like HARH&gt;?!  So I had to bring the Trombones and Horns back to find their seniors. And then met Zhengning on the way. So I dumped her juniors on her XD hehe. She looked super confused but then so was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got Band Uniform today, have to wear for Founders Day. Keiko keeps saying I look so cute in it but I still think I look like a toot X.X Yi Xian looks like a supermodel in it XD The shirt is super hot! I had to try about a thousand skirts before I managed to find one. At first tried 28. But it was so loose it was like on my hips (skirts at high waist level) and I could still stuff two hands in. So I tried 27 (skirt with small squares-- skirts with different cloth pattern?!) and then it was still too loose. So I was like huh. Then I tried 26 (skirts with big squares&gt;&gt; I think smaller than small squares? O__O) So it was too tight. And I was like ARGHHH I'm weird sized. But finally managed to find a reasonably fitting skirt. Weesh. It looks quite ok but I look horrendous in it. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Auditions next Wed. Samantha was like: next wednesday is your big day, must be prepared. And Amanda asked her if it was her big day too. And Samantha said: Oh you are getting married is it! Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lols. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hazel&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/7777137408351185272-6753553496936816486?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6753553496936816486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6753553496936816486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6753553496936816486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6753553496936816486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/mealworms-school-life.html' title='Mealworms, School Life'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2549109242099075298</id><published>2009-02-05T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:33:35.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ack. Had a slight fever today. I think. Had this headachey feeling and felt dizzy and my head was super heavy. But no choice, got math graded assignment, have to go school &gt;&lt; Yesterday in Band already felt super dizzy. Then in the bus back home I had this SUPER headache. I think I'm claustrophobic. Or something. The bus was so darn hot and no air con and everything. Ergh. So anyway... today there was like what, 4, 5 hours between lunch and recess, so I was starving in class XD which just worsened my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Graded Assignment was ok, I guess. Not too difficult. Got one question had a printing error and I freaked out. I thought I was gonna die coz I didn't know how to do it. But turned out to be printing error =.= Didn't dare to ask teacher in case she said something like this is a test you can't ask this kind of questions. When Yun Zhen ask I was like WHEW. Then Jia Le and I did a victory dance. -.- No it was not a victory dance. We waved our hands around randomly. Haha. Ok headache is back. I gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2549109242099075298?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2549109242099075298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2549109242099075298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2549109242099075298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2549109242099075298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6415061664929930088</id><published>2009-02-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:02:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mealworms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the traumatic experience in P3 where my classmates were all like OMG these mealworms are SO cute! I thought I would never have to deal with them again. I was wrong (obviously!!!!) Ack. I dun even want to talk about today X.X But even if I did also no time-- hah to you YQ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will write about mealworms another time. (WHY ARE THEY EVEN CALLED MEALworms?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6415061664929930088?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6415061664929930088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6415061664929930088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6415061664929930088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6415061664929930088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/02/mealworms.html' title='Mealworms'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6962798740872786098</id><published>2009-01-23T20:20:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:39:57.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So pissed yesterday larh. It was like Band prac, but indiv coz of the trial things... so I forgot I had to do some stuff on INET (the emergency thing that was due on that day!!!) so I wanted to go on the computer and quickly fill it up. (Not allowed, but it was emergency!!! D:) But Jamie was taking too long so I decided to go back and indiv. Then I went back and my instru was like GONE. I totally freaked out! SUPER freak. Like WAY freak. I was so scared my instru was like, gone somewhere in a dusty cupboard and I dno, dented or something. So I thought like Hui Jun and Zhengning like, hid it for a joke or something. So I asked them where it was. And they thought I was joking, so Zhengning said she ate it up. By then I was like hysterical or something already. So I got darn pissed and they said they thought maybe Mary took it. So they followed me down to the classroom where she was indiving. And then I walked in and asked her where it was and she said she didn't know. Then I got seriously pissed. I practically shouted at her. Something like how can my instru just grow legs and walk off like that. So she finally said it was in the cupboard upstairs. Then I was really mad. So I screamed at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't believe she did that lah! Anything could have happened to the instru in the cupboard. And Yi Xian says that Mary told them she put it in there but they all said they didn't know. Then I got even more mad. That she knew but didn't stop Mary. Then she said if I didn't like it then I tell Mary not to do it again larh. But the point is she shouldn't even have done it in the first place! If something had happened, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;would have to answer for it. Not her. Does she think that I could actually say it was her fault? I mean, it IS my fault for leaving it in class for a while... I don't know. I'm still darn mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6962798740872786098?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6962798740872786098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6962798740872786098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6962798740872786098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6962798740872786098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/01/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8852312065275234424</id><published>2009-01-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:52:37.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed Blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Changed blogskin! So tired, school has so much darn work =.= Sigh. Nothing to do now. Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This was a lame post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PS. Chose mortals yesterday. Won't tell you the mortal's name in case she ever sees my blog. But it's a really cool name. It sounds real exotic XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8852312065275234424?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8852312065275234424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8852312065275234424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8852312065275234424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8852312065275234424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-blogskin.html' title='Changed Blogskin'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7297459273878818348</id><published>2009-01-02T19:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:45:21.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY! Ok... sorry for not like, posting more... but was feeling depressed-ish so I gave up posting. Happy Belated New Year to everyone! :D Today is first day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had to wake up early... bleargh. I hate waking up early. So... anyway, same class this year, same people. Saves time getting to know new people XD Had all the boring CCA talks and everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So during the hols... there was Band... and maybe I pushed some line too far coz my senior looked kind of pissed off... and the next day we had this 'Section Talk' thing... Where my direct said she thought she knew the problem we had. Which was funny, coz I didn't know the problem... Then you know... she said as a junior, one has to respect their seniors more... and seriously, I didn't know what to say. Then she asked us if we had problems, to raise it up... and I didn't have anything to say. But when I thought about it... then... I dunno... coz she said as a senior, how would you feel if your junior told u to do something... and I never told either of them to do anything... I'm not sure what impression I gave X__X but either way... she said maybe should stop being nicer. I think so too. Otherwise I may just forget to work hard. Or step over lines I'm not supposed to cross. So... Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7297459273878818348?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7297459273878818348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7297459273878818348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7297459273878818348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7297459273878818348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year~'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2562780276329946920</id><published>2008-12-04T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:00:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Report Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Herlo. My report book is missing. It's still missing. MISSING. I cannot believe it. AHH. WHY IS IT MISSING? Sniff. Basically... I know it's not needed anymore, but stilllll!!!!..... GAHH. What if I can't find it? What if it's like GONE? I dunno? Incinerated already? AHHH HAHAHAHA. At the bottom of a rubbish dump. Waiting to be incinerated. AHHHH. The truck or wadeva brings the thing to the incinerating pit thingie slowly trundles to the FIRES OF ETERNAL DAMNATION. Errr. Ok. Extreme exaggeration. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY REPORT BOOK! NOOOOOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sigh. Never mind. Currently it's Band Break... STILL break... I must be thinking too much about it, last night I had this really weird dream about Band... except it wasn't a good one. O___o is that a badddd sign? I dreamt that it was Inunion or something like that... Speech Day. Something like that. And then were were supposed to line up and go in but somehow everybody forgot their positions and funnily enough there weren't audience at all. And no conductor. Only the SC. And then I realized I didn't bring my instru O____o And then I was running around school trying to find it. And for some strange reason Tiffany was there too. O____o MORE FREAK. Tiff isn't in Band... O_______O And then I ran to the senior's corr, then suddenly realized I was in the wrong corr, then ran back to the correct one. Just before I rounded the corner to see if the instru was there, I woke up. =.= And you knoww... the corr that was supposedly the wrong one, now that I think about it, was the new corr for us. In my dream, the "correct" corr was the Sec 1 one. &gt;__&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hello? Where are the Psychics when I need them?! What's with the weird dream O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2562780276329946920?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2562780276329946920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2562780276329946920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2562780276329946920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2562780276329946920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-report-book.html' title='Missing Report Book'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2770140113013365613</id><published>2008-12-01T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:11:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Band breaks... I kinda miss Band. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Footdrills are sorta difficult. Last footdrills we learnt a bunch of stuff. I'm afraid I'm gonna like, mess it up, and the commander is going to get angry or laugh at us or something. Why can't I get it right? Saw the Red Cross people drilling. I feel inferior haha! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway... my blog is so dead coz there's nothing to write. Will write more if there IS something to write. TA!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2770140113013365613?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2770140113013365613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2770140113013365613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2770140113013365613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2770140113013365613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3340481728878493694</id><published>2008-11-15T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:53:09.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inunion 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PRESENTING... INUNION 2008!!!! YAY INUNION WAS YESTERDAY! Got lots of letters from seniors and sweets :P I love sweets. THANK YOU SENIORS! I feel special. Haha lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Actually, I screwed up some pieces. For Danzon I was slightly less synchro with Mary and Yi Xian, but otherwise Danzon was fine. Mary said her first note was all bubbly. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then next was Ye Banks. I think it wasn't so bad. I managed to crescendo at the correct part so that wasn't so horrible, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furusato. I MESSED UP MY FIVE NOTE SOLO! AHHH. :) I played it slightly horribly sounding, but I think it wasn't so noticeable. I also played it super fast so it sounded like, I dno... an off-time semiquaver (4), in a super slow song like Furusato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recess Rock. GOOD. But Hui Jun didn't attend the session in the morning, so she didn't realize there were only two clarinets and played loudly for our accompaniment part. Never mind. It sounded good. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AHH. During the speech. I was emptying saliva. Then accidentally blew this super high and LOUD note. So paiseh! I know I should have just stuck to emptying the valve. Oh yes thanks to Mr Ong and Mr Oura I managed to get the second valve out! Full of saliva EURGHH. Gross big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dawn of a New Day sounded good. It was nice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't want to talk about Overture. I think we messed it up. We did. The seniors were crying. My direct was crying. I feel so bad. I didn't even play a lot coz my throat felt like a dried up well. Could hardly even play high Bb. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Met my grand direct. :) She seems nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3340481728878493694?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3340481728878493694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3340481728878493694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3340481728878493694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3340481728878493694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/11/inunion-2008.html' title='Inunion 2008'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1006818546126790270</id><published>2008-11-06T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:10:59.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footdrills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today was first footdrill session for Sec 1s. Thank goodness the seniors didn't have to stay back. I would have been mortified :P To sum it all up, it was tiring. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, we were all freaked out. I think the arm lock and everything wasn't so bad, but then the point the toes, ninety degrees thing was difficult!!! Ahh. Gloria kept telling me not to horsekick. AHHH. Why can't I do it right? My head is already bursting with information and we only learn a BIT! OMG. I am so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wish I could do better :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1006818546126790270?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1006818546126790270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1006818546126790270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1006818546126790270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1006818546126790270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/11/footdrills.html' title='Footdrills'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6851180159281550848</id><published>2008-10-31T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:20:44.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lols!</title><content type='html'>div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Hazel&amp;amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Hazel!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hazel was invented in China in the eleventh century, but was only used for fireworks, never for weapons!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish travel in schools, but whales travel in Hazel!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moles are able to tunnel through 300 feet of Hazel in a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dolphins sleep at night just below the surface of Hazel, and frequently rise to the surface for air.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You share your birthday with Hazel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US gold coins used to say 'In Hazel we trust'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, Hazel is the victim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelangelo finished his great statue of Hazel in 1504, after eighteen months work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than Hazel!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 336 dimples on Hazel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Got this from Sandra. :) So lols. the first one is the same. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Cool. I have whales in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Never knew I had moles tunneling through me. Is there even so much area to tunnel through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Right. Now I have dolphins sleeping under me. O.O sounds wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5) Ok... So I share my birthday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6) Now the US used to trust me XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7) I feel honoured to be a victim... of Cluedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8) Wow. Michelangelo made a statue of me? I didn't even know I existed then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9) SOO wrong. I don't sleep for 20 hours a day! God, where would I find the time :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10) ... nothing to say. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHA! Go find out yours!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6851180159281550848?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6851180159281550848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6851180159281550848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6851180159281550848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6851180159281550848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/lols.html' title='Lols!'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6644475282167343269</id><published>2008-10-29T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:46:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Carn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes. Yess. Yess. Yesss. Yessss. YES. YESS. YESSS. YESSSS. YES! YESS! YESSS! YESSSS!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;NETBALL CARN! WE WON FIRST OVERALL! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! :) Happy days!~ :) I played two games. Dawne played all. I think? Oh man, I so admire her stamina! I played like, 14 minutes or less (prob less), and I was like, oh dead. LALA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm. Still think our banner should have won. I think 104's was nice, but it was quite normal. :) I think 106? Had this cute banner with three holes cut into it for you to put your face in. So it looks like there are three faces in three body templates on the flag. :) Haha. Cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Never mind. We still won :) YAY. I think all players deserve a lot lot lot lot lot of thanks. YAHOO! Like, they played really well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6644475282167343269?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6644475282167343269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6644475282167343269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6644475282167343269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6644475282167343269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/netball-carn.html' title='Netball Carn'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6308565317246142201</id><published>2008-10-24T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:15:06.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, my posting of sad/angry posts are over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AHH Band yesterday was horrendous. I was horribly embarassed. ._. See... conductor wanted us to play C. Then he said Euphos were horribly sharp. I tried desperately to go flatter. It must not have worked, coz he looked at my fingerings and said something like dun nid one and three, just use four. I got real confused. So I looked at my direct. She said press the fourth valve only! So I did. Sigh. So embarassed. And she looked really angry after that. AHH I keep making her angry or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then today... had Farewell rehearsal... when waiting for our turn to play, Amanda said I musn't sit coz I must suffer with her. :) Lols. But direct looked so angry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No, don't get me wrong, she's a great direct and all that but... she's a little scary sometimes. I just wish I could play harder or try harder. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6308565317246142201?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6308565317246142201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6308565317246142201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6308565317246142201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6308565317246142201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/band.html' title='Band'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1091478186331225064</id><published>2008-10-23T14:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:16:21.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So people, I think I have said all that I can. For the people who are still angry, I don't know how to make you less angry but it doesn't make a difference anymore. Maybe you want to nit-pick at any small errors in my apology or explanation, maybe you really think I'm wrong, maybe I'm really wrong. Whichever. Coz I realize maybe my post was insulting, hurful, etc. I didn't do it on purpose. Xiaohan did say that people do things in fits of anger. It's just whether you can control it or not. In my case, I just posted what I thought when I was angry. Which made you guys amused/angry/anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In which case, I'm sure you guys do things when you are angry. It's the significance or weightage of the thing that matters. So if I made you guys angry or whatever by wrongly accusing you, I apologize. Because it was wrong of me to accuse you wrongly in a fit of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I may have done wrong and all, but if you really don't want to forgive me it's not my fault any longer. I have apologized. So it's not enough. Maybe it's still my fault. But to forgive is your decision and I can't control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1091478186331225064?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1091478186331225064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1091478186331225064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1091478186331225064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1091478186331225064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored_23.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3449957291697576793</id><published>2008-10-22T19:53:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:41:30.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post EYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today was pretty boring. I think. I played cards all day. Yesterday too. Whee. I never knew taiti or whatever it's called was so fun. But Asshole Taiti was funnnn too. Though the first time I paired up with Tiff and we lost. :( So she became Ass and I became Hole. Together we formed Asshole. Lols. Lame, right. :) But yeah. So today I played Stress with Jodie. Ok, fun, but we have played together like thousands of times already, so it's a bit, neutralized already. Then we wanted to play Taiti but I wanted Asshole Taiti (AT) but Jodie said she didn't like it coz of some reason I can't remember. So in the end, I played with Akoo, YZ, Sam, Tiff and... XH. I was King, Queen, Commoner, Prostitute but not Asshole. Lols. It was funnn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today we had to make a final decision as to which we playing for netball. I said yes but I think I probably won't be able to play. Ergh. Sprained ankle acting up, cramps for no reason. My calf hurts like mad but I dno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And as for all those people who posted really nice comments on my blog... I don't know how the heck you managed to get to my blog- like maybe from some other person's link, I don't care... You know something? When people are angry, they type things they regret after that. I'm not saying I regret it. But it's not as though I like it a lot either. And I dno... by saying I'm rude and all that? Everybody has faults. I will admit. I am bossy, rude, etc. I can't even count. I KNOW I am. But that's not the point, is it. You're mad coz I posted bad comments, especially some about you? So I have something to say to all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cheese: You know what? By saying Min Ee is cool, I do not mean you are not. It could mean that I thought that maybe you guys thought she was cooler. I don't know. Like, no matter how cool you are, you probably always think somebody is cooler or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;People: Even if other people read my blog, I doubt they would understand it coz it's about school life. But I'm not going to delete it. I don't know. Will it serve as a reminder as to not to blog my true feelings? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Leti: I'm sorry you didn't read it earlier, but I know you did try to talk to me the next day. But I was writing at that time, and I wasn't feeling like talking. I'm sorry if I offended you becoz of that, but yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Elaine: Note. I didn't say Akoo, QR etc. were not nice. I merely said they didn't do anything. I said 'the nicest people are the easiest to influence.' Maybe my English sucks or something, or my expression sucks, which my mom says it sucks, but I said they were the nicest people? I didn't use a single word about them being NOT nice. And if I did, I'm sorry then coz I have forgotten some parts of what I wrote. I don't have a superb memory. And oops. I just read it. So I did use the word 'I thought they were nice'. Ok, I was contradicting myself. But never mind. That's not the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Esq: Whoever you are, I don't know. But you know what? If you have something to say, just say it straight on the tagboard and not use a fake name. If you have problems, try to solve it, not I dno... use fake names. Coz if maybe I wronged you, then I'm sorry. But I don't even know who you are, so I can't say anything. But the point is, I think those people I talked about have already made their statement on the tagboard? Unless I missed someone out. Which could be you. Or I dno. And lets talk about tact. If people do not see the need for tact, neither do I. I was expressing my feelings to whoever reads the blog or maybe I was venting my anger. Whichever. Maybe I'm sorry for the rest of the stuff I put, but as for which the part about Ching Yee being insulted after school? I stand by it. Maybe it wasn't tact. Maybe THEY wanted to vent their anger too. So maybe I can't really blame them. But the matter is over. I really can't think of anything to say coz if I do, I dno, this debate will go on forever? Which means I have any chance of well... I don't know, contradicting myself or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jodie: I can't remember if I didn't lend you something coz I didn't want to. Anything recent, that is. But you are welcome to point it out, and I will very gladly say sorry or try to neutralize it. Or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Leen: Thanks. I thought about it the whole two days. At night and whatever. After the day happened. Like, maybe I shouldn't have posted that post, but you know, it's too late to regret or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cass: Maybe I didn't see you. But I didn't see everybody either. Sorry I accused you, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But just so all of you know, I took into consideration what Min Ee and Dawne said the other day. Maybe I don't feel touched about it, but at least they tried. And I tried to talk to them. Which didn't have much result. But maybe you guys are right. Maybe respect is gone. But I'm tired of trying and getting angry or any other undescribable emotion after trying. Maybe I will continue trying. Maybe I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3449957291697576793?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3449957291697576793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3449957291697576793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3449957291697576793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3449957291697576793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-eya.html' title='Post EYA'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3929295930149247885</id><published>2008-10-20T14:06:00.059+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:58:44.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today was Drama Nite. The whole gist of it: it sucked. First we started off with Xiaohan trying to get the whole class to cooperate and actually DO something. So there was this whole group of people who sat down at the back of the classroom and said they were 'doing props'. Turns out they were doing the banner for Netball Carn. Which was fine. But then NOBODY bothered to give suggestions except CHUNING. And after that, we managed to make Evelyn, Jia Le, Tiff to try to think of something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Min Ee didn't want to act. Which was FINE. She was totally NOT forced to act. But she went like "I don't want to embarrase myself in front of all my seniors and friends, you know, in Drama Nite. The only script I will act out is one written by a ELDS member, which is obviously not very possible here right? So I'm not acting." Was she trying to say nobody in the class and write? Or that ELDS is elite and everythihng. Sure, Min Ee, we understand Drama is your forte, but you didn't have to make it sound like you were our god or something. Did she want us to go on our knees and beg or what? Then when we asked her to be director, she went like, director must have a lot of experience, she must know this know that... Hello?! NOBODY in our class, I think, HAS any experience staging a whole skit/production/play. So what? She wanted us to beg her to be, say we cannot live without her or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We wanted to do something like Shrek, an adaptation, from the Fairy Godmother's view. Then we asked the class, but Jodie said it had to be original. So we thought some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I thought of this framework thing, which wasn't exactly the best idea, but still, it was the only framework we had. So we tried to ask the class what they thought. Sam took one look at it and went like: FAIRY GODMOTHER! WHAT THE HELL! Coz I made this story like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;girl narrating fairytale&gt;&gt; Fairy Godmother (FGM) was a person who wanted to use evil means to help her son marry the princess&gt;&gt; girl reading didn't like it&gt;&gt; she threw the book down&gt;&gt; then that night she dreamt of being an invisible person in the story&gt;&gt; realizing what the FGM was really like when she followed her around&gt;&gt; FGM was like, only trying to give her horrible son a good future&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hadn't thought of the ending yet. But you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we asked the class. The group at the back was like... mumbling... and so was Sam... so I was like "any objections please voice it out". Then we asked the class what they thought of it. Mel, Mich and Lisa just sat in a corner, looked up, and continued talking and playing with mirrors. Which made me very pissed. Hello, people? We were actually trying to put in some effort, unlike SOME people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We couldn't get much of a response. So never mind. The group at the back was still painting the banner. Which was fine, coz it was for netball carn and everything. But I could only see three people, Leti, Dawne and Jodie painting, and sometimes some others. The rest, Akoo, Min Ee, etc were just watching them paint and talking. Which made me more mad. Sure, the others can do the banner. Does staring at it and talking make the banner look nicer? Coz then Min Ee must have a pair of magical eyes or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then after that, Ms Picca came in, and everybody was like damn quiet. So she asked who was doing Drama Nite. So some of us raised our hands. Then everybody was looking very guilty. Or trying to look guilty. I mean, XH had already warned them what were the consequences if they didn't do Drama Nite, and some of them went: "yeah, so what, we want to find out the consequences". So Ching Yee told her that XH had already tried a lot. So Ms Picca confiscated our banner. She told everybody to work on Drama Nite, saying that afterward we can go shopping or wadeva like a normal teenage girl. The moment she stepped out of the class, all the people started talking about her speech and complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we thought, fine, lets get started again. I sat at the computer and typed stuff. They took chairs and sat right in front of the screen reading. They were making comments. So I typed : if any constructive comments please raise them. Obviously, no one did. Cass went all like: wats constructive. So I typed: "If you have any opinions please say them. If you have ideas please raise them if not..." Jodie went "If not WAT?! SHUT UP?!" And what I meant to type was: "If you have ideas please raise them if not approving of our idea" Ok, not the best English, but still... Which made me damn pissed. We were trying to organize them and allthey did was scream and make life difficult. Then some one said: "You know, it says Min Ee, Leti and Celeste up there under 'scriptwriter', but I don't see any of them sitting up there typing anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I typed: Celeste min ee leti please come up and do your work". And there were immediately comments: "My name actually has a capital E you know (in Min Ee)..." "Haha Celeste it looks like your full name is Celeste Min Ee Leti!" And the whole class was laughing. SO I was thinking, like, yeah, I don't care anymore. I already tried what I could, it's not my fault if I give up anymore. So I went off. Then Leti and Celeste started typing. I mean, hello? Nobody said anything this time. Do they think they are very good or what? I mean, like, Min Ee we know you have 4.0 for everything, you have drama experience, in all you are superwoman or something, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we just mooched around all day. Then when XH, Ching Yee and I were playing stress afterward? Leti, Jodie, Dawne, Min Ee, Cassandra were standing around a table. They went like "Now how do we finish our class flag? If only someone didn't tattle about XH. Like, there was a tattle tale in our class. It doesn't matter if they want to do, I mean, but why tattle? If we lose netball carn, it's so not our fault." Etc. You get the drift. And all that coz Ms Picca confiscated our flag until end of school, and she didn't confiscate other classes'. Which was totally unfair. Ching Yee just wanted to stand up for XH. So we ignored them. I wasteaching XH how to play CHEAT. Leti just went like: Hazel are you teaching XH how to play neopets? I felt like telling her: "No, I'm trying to teach her how to ward of evil bitches like you." But I didn't. Would that have solved anything? And after we left, they decided to leave too. They obviously just wanted to stay to spite us. But whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;At first I thought Akoo was nice. I thought Qinrong was nice. I thought Dawne was nice. Or Jodie and Mel and Mich, at least. But when it comes to this? In the end, it all comes to them wanting to follow the cool Min Ee. Yes. It comes down to that. She's like poison. Or drugs. I don't know why Akoo or Mel or something didn't do anything to help, just added to the tension, but seriously? Now I know I could have broken a leg or yelled my voice hoarse or something trying to get them to help and they still wouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After that I was talking to Tiff. Cheese came up and was all like: "... ok wait I dno wat she said. can't remember." So I was like: "watever". And she went: "Don't like me is it!" I just ignored her. Damn them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When XH went to get the class flag back with them, Elaine and Min Ee went: "We don't need you." I mean. Do they not know what is tact? Or manners? Obviously not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I sound like, I dno, an idiotic parent or something, but Koo, Qinrong? I'm seriously pissed at you. Or disappointed. Or something. Even if you didn't want to do Drama Nite, you didn't have to join the rest of the people and jeer or wadeva. Turns out the nicest people are the easiest to influence. Either that or Koo doesn't have a mind of her own or something. I don't even care what. And when Ms Picca scolded us, Qinrong actually had the decency to LOOK guilty. Just that she didn't do anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But you know. wadeva? I used to think our class was damn united. Or something. At least, better than other classes. But it turns out I was wrong. It just took a little disagreement to brreak us up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3929295930149247885?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3929295930149247885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3929295930149247885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3929295930149247885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3929295930149247885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama-nite.html' title='Drama Nite'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1744492361766069321</id><published>2008-10-19T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:57:54.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiya... tres bored. Talking to Jiale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh jelly&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;ho to rite ur name?&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;JiaLe&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;or Jiale&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;or Jia Le&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;or Jia le&lt;br /&gt;[c=36]jiale [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;[c=36]jiale [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;LEE JIA LE&lt;br /&gt;✿♥ ♥ Hazel ✖✖✿ Je ne suis pas... why are you asking me? ε(●̮̮̃•̃)з✿♥✖☠RGSSB! says:&lt;br /&gt;[c=36]jiale [/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hehehe! Isn't Jelly funnn?! Now she's telling me she's not a guaikia. RIGHT! :) I have thus diagnosed her with the half-half syndrome. :) YAY for JELLYZ! Trying to persuade her to join FACEBOOK now. XD I'm so bored, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow free blocks all day! NETBALL PLUS COMPUTER! HURRAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yay for JELLY THE HALF GUAIKIA HALF PAIKIA. Or something. She's never happy. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1744492361766069321?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1744492361766069321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1744492361766069321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1744492361766069321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1744492361766069321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6405254142024398275</id><published>2008-10-17T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:47:25.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM RESULTS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well. I promised not to change colours in a post, but doesn't mean I can't change colours PER post. :) So... today got back last results. Only thing I'm satisfied with is ENGLISH. Can you believe it? Anyway... I didn't expect my compo to get 43 but yeah well... I think writing my story really helped. Tiff and Jodie and Sandra should know what I mean :) Geog totally sucked, I barely got 3.6 but you know... my Geog has never been good. Lit wasn't good... but it wasn't bad either... I mean... I got 17/25 for BOTH Lit exams so I suppose I'm stuck in a rut. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm in a pretty good mood today... but yeah... I realized Phoebe talks for the sake of talking. Today she kicked me. Then she went: Oh did I kick you? hehehehehe. *in a weird laugh* sorry! hehehehe. O.o" I was like... ermm?! Ok, weird laugh. Weird thing to do when you kick someone. You laugh. Erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chuning got 43 for her compo. Like, OMG?! Not that I'm saying she CAN'T do anything, but she didn't put any effort in class! I can't believe she got that. She so doesn't deserve it. But yeah, maybe she studied a lot at home. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm soooo bored and I'm not allowed to play Maple coz my sister's exams are far from over. ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trick or treat!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6405254142024398275?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6405254142024398275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6405254142024398275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6405254142024398275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6405254142024398275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-results-2.html' title='EXAM RESULTS 2'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1947478231018814122</id><published>2008-10-16T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:10:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Lols... since Mel wanted me not to use different colours... this is a trial. If it doesn't look nice... well, i'm not sticking to it. MEL I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Yes... so today was History, Physics and Chinese. Which totally SUCKED. Lets start with Physics, shall we? Ok... so Physics... got 8/12 for my PT which was totally unexpected... I expected LOTS lower. Which is about 66%. Actually that quite sucks, too. It's not even a 3.6. But never mind. So for the paper I got 33/50. Which was, lets see, about six marks higher than Chem? So I was like, not good, but not VERY bad. Then Sam was like blah blah blah about how the question is wrong and she wants what stupid mark back and all that and in the end, I got 32. Hurray. NOT. And Evan was crying like buckets. Which really pissed me off. She got THIRTY NINE. I think. Or at least, higher than I did. And she was like crying her life out or something? And making lots of noise. The point is, if you are crying like that, and you got 39, what about the people who got 38 and lower? Since you are already crying like that, won't that make them want to do something worse, like, I dunno... killing themselves? And all the guai kias were huddled around her like comforting her and all that. Like, because she cries and she got lower than guai kia mark, the people who aren't guai kias and got lower than she did must comfort her and say lots of crap like: Oh, it's okay, don't worry, it's not that bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Cause that SUCKS. Like, totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;And when I was flipping through my Physics Paper, I slightly moved to the left, and bumped into Phoebe's head, which was right over my shoulder. And I was like: YES?! And she said: Er. Er. How much did you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;I mean, hello?! She was totally watching my every move! And when we had to sign the mark sheet, and Chuning didn't, we told her she was supposed to. Then she went all like, but I don't have a pencil! Exaggerating the HAVE. In a cutesie way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;When Andrea announced to me that they were taking away one mark coz of a mistake, I totally went: WHAT THE F***ing hell! And Phoebe looked very interested and said: OMG! DID YOU JUST SAY THE F word?! So I told her: YES. You want to hear it again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;And... RECESS IN THE CANTEEN. Min Ee was like saying what crap about 'vitrol'? Then she said like how could you not know it? It's such a simple word. And NOBODY knew it except her. And she kept going on like how it was so simple. Yes, Min Ee, we understand. Your vocab rocks, unlike us lesser beings. I'm SO sorry we don't know. And when we asked her what it was, she said go google it. I mean?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;So... nothing much basically happened in History. I got 10/16. Hurray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;So... Chinese. Min Ee got highest in level. 54 or something. Upon 60. Lowest in level was 14. Person in my class. Shall not say who. But yeah... I got 25/60. Which sucked. I failed. AGAIN. 46/70 for compo. Not that bad. Geez. I just wanna kill myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Actually... I have a lot more to say but I shan't... like in case lots of people read my blog, which is unlikely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;I just hope I still have friends after this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Yay to people who failed along with me- NO I AM NOT SADISTIC. I AM SORRY WE FAILED. But at least we don't go around boasting about our marks, or complaining about how low we got when others got lower. Or like: I bet I got lower than you. Then in the end? You got lots higher. That kind of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;I still like you all. :) Sort of. Thanks to Tiffany who comforted me tho she got LOADS higher than I got. Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;The failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1947478231018814122?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1947478231018814122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1947478231018814122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1947478231018814122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1947478231018814122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-results.html' title='EXAM RESULTS'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5533952081289575575</id><published>2008-10-13T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:15:05.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yep, so today is officially the first day of school after EYAs. Which was weird. I came to school only to have people bitching about Person Z, which I did not understand. Which is kind of... well... anyway it's not too good to just start complaining about people like that. It makes me awkward when people complain to me about others. I mean, you know the dilemma? You want to listen, but you feel it isn't right. That's the problem exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway. Unhappy things aside. Netball Carn soon! But we spent a lot of time on voting today. I feel bad that I didn't stay back to train, but I had 3rd lang, my mom cooked lunch, so I had to get back. I bet they are going to kill me if they know I'm on the computer, but yeah... I HAD to get home... I didn't come home to go on the computer, but you know... feeling bad... And it's not as though my netball rocks you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm going to play Maple after this. This is the only time I can play, while my sister is not home. You know how many chances I get to play? Very few. Also since CCA starts next week? Zip. Zilch. Nada. Pfft. I'm enjoying life right now and I can't play Maple. That sucks. Sigh... CCAs will start, and it's time to go home at 8 oclock now! I hate taking buses at night. Think... sitting in the dark... alone... watching buses you can't take pass by... the street lamps clicking on one by one (ok this is made up, so exaggerated!)... Nobody at the bus stop... all alone... wait... what's that noise?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Haha. :) So, yeah... Cya all later. BB. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5533952081289575575?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5533952081289575575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5533952081289575575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5533952081289575575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5533952081289575575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1718858461391376090</id><published>2008-10-11T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:32:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After EYAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigh. It's after EYAs and I still can't play Maple coz my sis hasn't had had exams yet so I can 'distract' her. Her exams are in TWO WEEKS. Dang it. By the time I get to play, Halloween will be OVER. ARGH. Trick or treat? SWEETS! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can't believe we still have to go to school and still have CCAs after EYAs. I wanna relax! :) Monday still have 3rd lang. Bleh. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;See everybody on Monday. BB! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1718858461391376090?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1718858461391376090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1718858461391376090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1718858461391376090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1718858461391376090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-eyas.html' title='After EYAs'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2898908835216713863</id><published>2008-10-10T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:58:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAS ARE OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;YES YES YES YES! EYAs ARE OVER! OMG! HOW GREAT IS THAT! Although today's maths paper sucks. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In any case... EYAs are over, so no point.. well... crying over spilt milk. I should go Mapling instead. XD So I shall... Halloween Maple rocks! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2898908835216713863?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2898908835216713863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2898908835216713863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2898908835216713863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2898908835216713863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas-are-over.html' title='EYAS ARE OVER!'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6030592994909853965</id><published>2008-10-09T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:06:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAs 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soooooo. EYAs are almost over! Tomorrow is the last day! *rejoice* In any case... I think the papers are fine so far... not exceptionally great. But still... since when have they been exceptionally wonderful? Physics went quite ok today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh... was supposed to go Jodie's house on Friday and play Sims and all that... but she's going with Dawne to I don't know where tomorrow... I doubt I will get a chance to go her house again anyway... o.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good luck all for MATH EYA tomorrow! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6030592994909853965?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6030592994909853965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6030592994909853965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6030592994909853965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6030592994909853965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas-3_09.html' title='EYAs 3'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1563930811790379138</id><published>2008-10-03T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:09:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAs 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sooooo... today was EYA Day ONE! *drumroll* EL and HCL paper 1... it was ok... For EL, the three choices were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1) "Waiting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2) "She whispered, 'I think we are in trouble.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3) Imagine you are a hairband on a six-year old girl's head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I chose Q1. For some weird reason, I had no idea what to write. In the end, I wrote some emotionally gushy passage about a ex-best friend standing the narrator up. Go figure -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For Chinese... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1）cannot remember... something about education or a lesson learnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2）《一个大公无私的学生领首》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3）《早晨的蓄水池》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I did question 2. About how the person was so "大公无私", she knew her friend was the one who stole the purse, and instead of pretending not to see it or accusing someone else, she told the teacher. *swoon. -.-* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And Qinrong brought beaver today! We changed its name to... or rather Beaver's EVIL twin... to Duffy the Beaver Vampire slayer... coz Mel thought that Beaver looked like a vampire with its beaver 'fangs'... o.o But yes... so after that... coz of Maplestory... it changed to Muffy the Beaver Vampire Slayer. Which soon changed to Mafia the BVS (Beaver Vampire Slayer). Koo wanted Rafia (raffia string... -.- how do you spell it?) the BVS. But the opinion was strongly opted against. :) I LOVE BEAVER! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1563930811790379138?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1563930811790379138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1563930811790379138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1563930811790379138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1563930811790379138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas-3.html' title='EYAs 3'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1784757449891486417</id><published>2008-10-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:34:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAs 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;told &lt;/em&gt;you I wasn't a guai kia. See? I felt guilty but I'm still here posting anyway! Lols! Anyway... good luck for EYAs. Hmm. I feel guilty now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hazel &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A really short and lame post coz I was feeling bored XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1784757449891486417?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1784757449891486417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1784757449891486417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1784757449891486417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1784757449891486417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas-2.html' title='EYAs 2'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8957449253791633341</id><published>2008-10-01T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:53:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hi. My blog is so dead XD But EYAs are up, and technically, I actually SHOULDN'T EVEN BE POSTING HERE. I even pasted all these stupid post-it notes everywhere in the house to remind me not to play. They didn't work XD In any case right... math sucks. I don't understand anything and yeah... basically I can't do it, so I'm making myself feel better by saying that it sucks... Oo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway damn, I should be jealous of Chuning or something. She never does her work, yet she doesn't fail her exams. For the non-routine problem solving, she actually got... I think... 11/13?! Oh god. I got SEVEN. A lousy SEVEN. Goes to show how I wasn't born to do math. But if it's any comfort to me, I think she got 3/11 for geog. So, yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got Band photos yesterday. I look horrendous. Figures. I always do. ARGH. Where's photoshop when I need it? I need to edit all the photos, steal the entire CCAs' photos, and replace them with the new, photoshopped version! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;All the guai kias are mugging. They make me feel guilty. XD But I'm not doing anything about it. I guess that's the difference between guai kias and us normal people. (I'm assuming! At this period in time! That no guai kias would be reading my blog now! Or at any time! Do guai kias even read anything besides CCA batch blogs! And class blogs!) Guai kias will feel guilty and DO something about it, whereas us normal people try to do something but don't do it in the end... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cheers, and good luck for EYAs. This will probably be my last post until EYAs are over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Luvvs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8957449253791633341?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8957449253791633341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8957449253791633341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8957449253791633341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8957449253791633341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas.html' title='EYAs'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4063700855418384094</id><published>2008-09-26T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:28:16.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, Stress, Etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Actually, I was sort of pissed today. Ok, not pissed. Slightly annoyed. I was trying all I could not to scream at Chuning. So today... was... lets see... Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She kept asking Mrs. Yap some questions... And Mrs. Yap asked her where her worksheet was. She said something like... "er"... then she continued asking. God knows she was trying to avoid the question. Then Mrs. Yap asked her to look. Then when she finished looking, she said she didn't have it. Mrs. Yap scolded her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In Chinese, we were supposed to copy corrections. She didn't. I really couldn't be bothered to say anything to her. Her standard replies: "No." "I don't have it." "Huh?" SO. Never mind. Then in Physics we were supposed to check mutiple choice answers for Revision 1 and she thought it was another worksheet. She started screaming about how come it was that answer. Like, really LOUD. I nearly told her to shut-up. Then I told her. "Chuning. It is REVISION ONE WE ARE LOOKING AT." She went like, Oh. So I told her "Mark it larh!" Then she said "I don't HAVE it." In this 'supposed to be cute' way but wasn't. You know, opening your mouth big when you say "have" and having this sad expression on your face? Like its someone elses' fault she doesn't have it. GRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I swear, one day with her and you will go mad. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SANDRA LOOK AT THIS! I HAVE LINKED YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ARE YOU HAPPY?! XD YAY MY WONDERFUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SEAT-MATE WHO IS MY ONLY SALVATION FROM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chuning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hazel~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good luck for EYAs PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4063700855418384094?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4063700855418384094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4063700855418384094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4063700855418384094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4063700855418384094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams-stress-etc.html' title='Exams, Stress, Etc'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4984120181291650714</id><published>2008-09-24T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:57:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ARGH. sorry my blog is so dead. tomorrow is third lang exam. DEAD. So to all the people taking third lang out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Au revoir, salut, and bonne chance! May you pass with flying colours! Haha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4984120181291650714?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4984120181291650714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4984120181291650714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4984120181291650714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4984120181291650714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/french.html' title='French'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6422547900681295529</id><published>2008-09-20T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:50:56.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICCS Beach Clean-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE! Beach clean-up was good today. Quite fun. Ok, not ALL fun but fun enough. Actually I saw some people... Well, I'm not very sure but I'm pissed all the same. Ok, I'm not pissed. Just a little... pissed. Ok, I'm going mad, I'm spouting random words. I'm just a bit annoyed. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When we had to do the installation art thing, Chuning just stood there giving orders while we tried to, well, make art with rubbish. Then Lisa said something like, actions are better than words and Chuning was like, what is that. Which made me rather pissed. And some people were sitting on the table/chairs nearby just watching us work. Ok. I shan't be petty. But Yixian was just standing there looking at us work, I don't even think she actually TOUCHED a glove or even picked up more than 5 pieces of rubbish. Thats so... so like 'da-xiao-jie'. Which made me a little annoyed. We were supposed to actually CLEAN THE BEACH not stand around and complain about the dirt!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In any case, we found this sari thingy, which was weird, and Chuning kept spouting stuff about how the sari was part of a murder case etcetera. She keeps trying to join in coversations and other things now, but it's seriouslly a bit too late for that. Also, we found this fishing net thing which they spent I think one hour trying to pull out but didn't succeed. Pity, it would have been SO cool! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What rather pissed me off was that Min Ee just kept complaining about I don't know who, Phoebe or whoever to Akoo. I so pity Akoo luhh! I mean, Min Ee, yes I understand how everyone MUST be perfect in your perfect little world, but to complain so much? And later on the bus, when we were like asking Sam to sit in the backseat with us, because Xiaohan wanted to sit near ner, Min Ee was like, must she sit with us? Its not like she must... or something like that. Anyway you could totally tell from the tone that she didn't want Sam to sit there. Which was RUDE. Way RUDE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;But I shouldn't and won't grouch about matters past already. Good night!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hazel &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6422547900681295529?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6422547900681295529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6422547900681295529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6422547900681295529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6422547900681295529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/iccs-beach-clean-up.html' title='ICCS Beach Clean-up'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7248612740934364129</id><published>2008-09-18T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:11:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today me and my senior gave my direct her birthday present. She said she was touched, then she hugged us. I'm so touched too. :) Me and Amanda were like looking for her, then suddenly she appeared and we were not prepared so we quickly walked round the corner but she saw us already. She was like: Amanda come back! Or something like that. Yeah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My leg's much much better, but I still cant walk far distances without limping a bit. Oh dear. So, anyway, I hope I will get better soon. Playing pokemon, haha I noe, lame right? But nvm. I actually need to do my Physics PT. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-7248612740934364129?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7248612740934364129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=7248612740934364129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7248612740934364129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/7248612740934364129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/lala.html' title='Lala~'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2376045496722785716</id><published>2008-09-16T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:53:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kay, I sprained my ankle today. The right one. Again. It hurts like crazy, and its swollen... even though I put three bags of ice on it in the morning. Like my dad said, my leg is &lt;em&gt;koyak&lt;/em&gt; already. Means kaput. Gone. Well, not gone, but spoilt. I also scraped my knee. I have to put two plasters on it in order to cover the whole thing up. It stings. And tomorrow I have to go third language. Which stinks. I have to go home on the bus. Great? Just great. The only good thing is I got 15/20 for History PT. But 16/20 is a 4.0. ONLY ONE MORE MARK! So it's not really a good thing, yeah? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hazel~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2376045496722785716?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2376045496722785716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2376045496722785716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2376045496722785716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2376045496722785716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/horrible-day.html' title='Horrible day'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-4048628295578354769</id><published>2008-09-12T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:55:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi haha. This is random. I'm printing out answers for compre FA and stuff. Sigh. I don't know what to post so, like I said, this is random. Lols. I really shouldn't be posting this at all. I'm listening to random songs. Today, Chuning didn't do her TKMB worksheet. This makes me so mad. Why doesn't she actually make an effort? Mrs. Teo said that we should try to understand her, but she makes herself un-understandable! She doesn't TRY to socialize. Sigh. Never mind. It's term 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hazel~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-4048628295578354769?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4048628295578354769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=4048628295578354769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4048628295578354769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/4048628295578354769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1758931372752843165</id><published>2008-09-12T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:38:20.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-routine Problem Solving, BAND... etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in so long, there simply wasn't time. :) Yesterday was Band. Oh the horror. As usual, I was my lousy self, feeling really bad coz I couldn't play. Mr Oura made Huijun and Zhengning play alone for about 25 mins. If it was me I would have been mortified XD And burst into tears or something. Haha. No, really. I would. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday's MATH sucked. Well, it did! I didn't read the question properly so instead of putting a score for Joe as 3, 1, I put 3, 0, when 0 is not in the scoring range! OMG. I feel majorly STUPID. WHICH I AM. But no. I am NOT about to start a rant about how lousy I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well... got Geog rivers SA and History back... not very satisfactory... Geog- 14/15. Highest was full marks, majority got about 13-14. See what I mean about NOT satisfactory? History- 8/10. EXTREMELY UNSATISFACTORY! Majority- 9/10. With a few 8. COZ I FORGOT TO PUT ITS IS PICTORIAL FORM OF WRITING. Same mistake as my FA. OMG I feel EVEN MORE stupid. I AM! Oh dear god. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hazel ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1758931372752843165?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1758931372752843165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1758931372752843165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1758931372752843165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1758931372752843165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/non-routine-problem-solving-band-etc.html' title='Non-routine Problem Solving, BAND... etc.'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5430070284734951919</id><published>2008-09-05T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:00:40.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Woots. The holidays are almost over. I cannot believe it yeah... Sigh... Finished my Physics PT and I am supposed to be doing the report now. Too bad I keep getting distracted. I wanna play Maple! WAAAAA. No. I am just joking. I need to revise Lit. I hate that. I keep getting distracted as usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Geez... I seriously do not know what to type... Yes... I am really really BORED. And I do NOT know what to include in the freaking report of mine. Samantha's BDAY is coming up! Presentssss. Haha. I can't wait for INUNION. But we don't even know what songs we are playing uh... Sigh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hazel~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5430070284734951919?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5430070284734951919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5430070284734951919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5430070284734951919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5430070284734951919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays~'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5613891924894255498</id><published>2008-09-03T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:21:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REACT 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So. Yesterday was REACT. This super funny thing happened. Sectionals... I was carrying stand, eupho, file, plus I stuffed my water bottle in my pocket. I looked like a goondu. Never mind. Samantha asked if Amanda and I needed help. I said no thanks. I'm still pretty scared of her. XD Then when going back, this guy called Tony asked Samantha to give him her stand so he could carry it. She said thanks. Amanda and I looked at each other and smiled. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then... Tony: Let me help you carry your stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Huh? No, no no thanks. (Coz I didn't think it was all that good to ask seniors to help you, yeah...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tony: Huh? Never mind, it's ok, let me help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: No, its ok. Thanks. Tony: I carry your stand lar! So in the end, I just gave him the freaking stand. Weird guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Also... before that... Same kind of conversation with Samantha. I was carrying the same things. Samantha asked Amanda if she needed help. Amanda said no. Samantha asked if she was sure, so I think she took one of Amanda's things (scores?). I can't remember XD. So after that Samantha asked me. Samantha: (actually to both of us) You need help? Me: Nono.... Thanks. Er. Thanks. So in the end, I didn't get her to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ah, yes... When we were sitting down for sectionals, coz I used my old homework file for Band scores... the Dawn of a New Day (DOND) was in the section marked 'HOMEWORK'. Samantha said Homework. And laughed. Ee, so malu. But yeah, wasn't so bad lar, she's actually quite nice. I must try to work harder!!! And when we were carrying our stuff to go to combined prac... I saw this worm on the floor. I screamed a SMALL scream. Not AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!... But. Eek! Yes. Then I ran to Amanda's other side. Then Samantha said: Have we regained our sanity? Playing hide and seek arh? And Amanda said No, Hazel's scared of worms. AHHH. More malu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And, hmm, station games. For the transporting the balloon using body parts thing... lucky I got knee and knee yeah... otherwise like some people... knee and neck, butt and neck, knee and butt... geez! Talia got like, butt and neck, I think. Then she was very confused. She said: But my butt is at your... I was confused too. I mean, how to transport the balloon! Sheesh. But it wasn't all that bad la... The human table soccer game was SO fun. :) Good thing is no bodily contact so not injured easily... But it rocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for the war games... hmm... grabbing pegs of guy's backs. Ergh. They run so freaking fast! And I felt I was dragging my partner, Jiayun down... Geez, I run so slowly. Except for some parts when I was faster. But then when we turn its difficult so we must change hands. Damn, why did we have to hold hands with our partners? Ah, yes... When this guy knocked this girl down... like crash knock... she was knocked on the floor, and he was like: SORRY! OMG SORRY! ARE YOU OK! And we took that as an opportunity and grabbed all the pegs off! He was like: OI! Decoy! Hey! In this desperate manner... Haha. But when he realized all us people who grabbed his pegs ran off already, he was like: SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN IT. ARE YOU OK! to the girl. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;And yes... my cousin was there. Even more malu lar... JC1 Trombone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, overall... REACT 2008 was quite fun... even though it's sad that next year, the direct's won't be going with us anymore... NOBODY TO DEPEND ON TO PLAY THE DIFFICULT PARTS! AHHHHH. BUT. Hopefully, by next year 1st September REACT 2009, I will be good enough that I won't have to depend that much!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lurvess... Hazel&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/7777137408351185272-5613891924894255498?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5613891924894255498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5613891924894255498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5613891924894255498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5613891924894255498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/09/react-2008_03.html' title='REACT 2008'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-6663748439839065042</id><published>2008-08-29T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:47:14.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sigh... went for Maple today- Monster Carnival. I didn't visit the teachers coz I told my mom I would be back by 12 plus... and visiting is from 1.30 onward. Sigh. I feel bad. Anyway, raised like, 50% today? Thanks to my sister's invaluable guidance in MC (not). Actually she just kept scolding me. Hehe. Anyway, I gtg, sorry for the short short post, but yeah, well... my mom is back soon and I nid to get started on Physics PT. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-6663748439839065042?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6663748439839065042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=6663748439839065042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6663748439839065042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/6663748439839065042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/maple.html' title='Maple'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-205593453904714551</id><published>2008-08-28T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:23:59.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE! (Well, actually, it's, well, 8.11 pm as I write this), THE WORLD SAYS HELLO! In any case... today I brought my eupho home. Miss Lim said she wasn't sure if RJ had enough, but I already told my father to like, fetch me?! So I had no choice. Now I don't know how to bring it back to school. Just great, right? Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going to try and practice my high notes so and fast parts so at least I won't like, you know, make a fool of myself for REACT. Today's FAREWELL... I didn't get a present coz I didn't know if I had to. OMG I FEEL SO BAD. THEY EVEN GAVE CHOCOLATES. EEEEE. I feel really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeez. Tomorrow is TEACHER'S DAY! YAY GOING BACK TO ROSYTH. I can't wait. LOVELY FRENCH FRIES HERE I COME. BUT. Oh shucks. Pimples. Oh man, that sure is a dampener. :) Never mind. I WILL EAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-205593453904714551?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/205593453904714551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=205593453904714551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/205593453904714551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/205593453904714551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/dawn-of-new-day.html' title='Dawn of a new day'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-263182875481274876</id><published>2008-08-27T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:48:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band... Dominance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok, today I was rather pissed off as well. In the morning, Min Ee got there the same time as I did. So she waited for me. It isn't the first time. I will be talking to Yu Teng, then suddenly she butts in and then Yu Teng is left ignored. Which is awkward for her, coz she doesn't know Min Ee. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And! DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS VERY VERY DIFFICULT! OMG I FEEL LOUSY. WAY LOUSY. And today when Samantha was going to leave, Emily lay down on the floor and said step over me first. AND SHE DID. And Drum Major Ee Iyn said eeee later you see her panties. AAAAA. Me, Huijun, Zi En and Mary near died of shock. Can you believe it?! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-263182875481274876?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/263182875481274876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=263182875481274876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/263182875481274876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/263182875481274876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/band-dominance.html' title='Band... Dominance...'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-2625222909305634325</id><published>2008-08-25T19:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:17:03.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym sequences... School... Pissed off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today, was the exams. I didn't mind, especially not if I could go home to play Maple. But then, they announced that they were switching off the power in my home area for maintenance work so I couldn't play. Never mind. That was, at least, bearable. Then, when I got to school, my group announced that we had to stay back two hours... to do the sequence. I thought, &lt;em&gt;Never mind, since the power is off, so I can't play anyway... Might as well stay back. Maybe I can even do some indiv-ing... &lt;/em&gt;Then they gave this freakingly difficult routine for us to do. I started getting pissed from then. I tried not to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, we went down to the track because there was more space. I did a bit reluctantly, but Min Ee looked pissed. And she said that we had to do it properly... etc. We went to the classroom after that to do it with the music. Obviously, things didn't go at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;I told them I can't do the forward roll! Then Jodie said that I have to do it, coz otherwise Mrs. J may say how come I never do anything and later she scold. So I told them that she knows that I can't do it! Then she said so? Just do it lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Min Ee and Jodie said me and Mich had to memorise it otherwise we would fumble and ruin the thing. Min Ee said then we would lose points for the WHOLE GROUP. Then at the end, Mel had to go early. Mich asked if the routine was a little bit to complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Min Ee said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No! In what way is it complicated? It's already very easy ok!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Jodie went &lt;em&gt;Yea! Then what do you guys want us to do? Cut out one minute? Of our like, two minutes? What if Mrs. J says something like it had to be two minutes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Min Ee said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yea, and it's not exactly far to Jodie too... she did a lot for this choreography... and last Friday, me Mel and her stayed back and you two didn't stay back. And Mich, last Friday you didn't have anything on and you still didn't go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jodie said &lt;em&gt;And it's not like it's out fault the assessment is TOMORROW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me- &lt;em&gt;Sorry if I had something on, then!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jodie &lt;em&gt;And I actually ponned CCA to do this thing with you guys ok?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me- &lt;em&gt;Erm hello, I actually missed indiv-ing to do this thing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jodie- &lt;em&gt;Whatever... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am so pissed. I mean, hello? People who live in the perfectionist world are SOOOOO never going to be happy. And when I got home, they said the power had been switched off so I could have played Maple, if I had just indived for an hour or so, reached home at three, then played. Which made me MORE pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't know why Min Ee is so perfectionist... this is just gym. It's a SMALL matter. It's not even a project! Not everything has to be perfect sometimes. Some people actually have lives to live, without everything being perfect. It's ok for her, it's ok for Jodie. &lt;em&gt;THEY &lt;/em&gt;can do every part of the routine. But for me? Mel? &lt;em&gt;WE&lt;/em&gt;  can't do the forward roll. And Mel was just so nice, saying that she can just try and all that. And Mich hasn't had a successful headstand yet, and they expect her to do one in, like 10 seconds, with me as supporter, when I have NEVER done it. Do they even realize that this sequence was choreographed in terms of &lt;em&gt;THEIR &lt;/em&gt;needs? Actually, not even needs, they just want the sequence to be perfect, not even caring if their group members can even do it or not. And they said it WASN'T complicated. Sure, for &lt;em&gt;THEM&lt;/em&gt;  it isn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can bet that other groups one will be funny, they will do it while joking and all that, and even if they mess up half way they will start laughing and make a joke out of it all. If &lt;em&gt;WE &lt;/em&gt;flunk, however, I can actually guess what Min Ee will do. Next time, I don't even want to be in the same group as her, not even for Netball Carn. She just gets me pissed off, what with her incessant moans and groans about hair, weight, height, etc. And Twilight. Before I actually asked her if she read it, she hated it. Then she started loving it. Well, if I can help it, I'm not watching the movie with her. I would rather go with my Band friends or Mich and Lisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do realise all this has been written in a fit of anger which has lasted me the whole day. It's been ages since I got so angry. But in any case, I can tell you I am NOT looking forward to tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lurves... I can't take it out on you people reading my blog, it will be unfair to you XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-2625222909305634325?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2625222909305634325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=2625222909305634325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2625222909305634325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/2625222909305634325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/gym-sequences-school-pissed-off.html' title='Gym sequences... School... Pissed off...'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-1186754257702895344</id><published>2008-08-24T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:12:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small computers, exams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sitting at my cousin's small small computer... its like a quarter of the size of a normal laptop... can you believe it? Plus, the keyboard is SOO small I cannot type properly without a mistake every word?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I really shouldn't be posting, I'm supposed to be like, doing math? Sigh. Three Exams tomorrow, I know I am going to die. Gahh. Super short post. I am so going to die for REACT. OMG. Can't even do the warmups properly yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lurvess... Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-1186754257702895344?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1186754257702895344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=1186754257702895344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1186754257702895344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/1186754257702895344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-computers-exams.html' title='Small computers, exams...'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-8817799159931342966</id><published>2008-08-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:55:09.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maplestory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hi. My sister is sitting next to me right now, singing everything I am writing. She thinks her singing rocks, but it doesn't XD. You see the new link on my blog? The one named Harriet? Go there and spam ok? Haha. My sis doesn't know what is spam. Oh... She's been playing Maple and now she is lvl 38 and I'm 39. Life is unfair. But nevermind. At least I didn't sneak play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I could play. Sigh. But it's okay... Ooh lala. Bonjour, comment allez-vous? Est-ce que comment s'appelle? Enchantee! Jet'aime! Tu aime le riz, les frites? Oui? Moi aussi! Super!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-8817799159931342966?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8817799159931342966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=8817799159931342966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8817799159931342966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/8817799159931342966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/maplestory.html' title='Maplestory'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-3074602705715858713</id><published>2008-08-22T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:41:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit PT Submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. (Cliche...) Anyway since the Lit PT has been handed up... I feel much much better. BUT Andrea said that it cannot be handwritten AND because I accidentally printed out one Intro wrongly, I cancelled it out and wrote over it. How now? DIE LO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh... And because of today Geog movie thing cannot play Maple already. I miss it like crazy. Sigh... And three exams on Monday which I am going to die for? GEOG-- WATER. What the hell am I supposed to study? The make-up of water? The processes of desalination, NEWater... etc.? And for History... I'm already pretty prepared coz we did lots of practice... MATH= DIE. THEN GO TO HELL OR SOMETHING. I really shouldn't be posting, freaking out. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-3074602705715858713?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3074602705715858713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=3074602705715858713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3074602705715858713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/3074602705715858713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/lit-pt-submission.html' title='Lit PT Submission'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-5760584441740983760</id><published>2008-08-21T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:52:31.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit PT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, tomorrow is the last day of submission for Lit Anthology- With Great Pleasure. I don't know what to think. So many people are like, rushing overnight. I don't believe it... I mean, not like I want to be a goody or something but this is a BIG project! Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah today Sewing... finished my drawstring pouch! And! Also started on apron! Yea! I am happy haha lols. XD And then! Learnt about REACT. Where all three Raffles Bands get together at RJC. Oh god. Sigh. I will miss going out with my aunts coz REACT is the whole day. The first day of holiday. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777137408351185272-5760584441740983760?l=whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5760584441740983760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777137408351185272&amp;postID=5760584441740983760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5760584441740983760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777137408351185272/posts/default/5760584441740983760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whendreamscometrue-hazel.blogspot.com/2008/08/lit-pt.html' title='Lit PT'/><author><name>☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆♥══♥☆★ hazel ★☆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05678595894837667567</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-7777137408351185272.post-7606116664008147123</id><published>2008-08-19T19:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:53:21.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today's Chinese Oral exam was freaky. The conversation went like this: (some parts translated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher: 你知道什么是博客吗？(I don't know how to write blog, yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: hah？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher: Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Orh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher: (translated) Please elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: blah blah blah blah in Chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the teacher was like going to say something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: blah blah blahblahblah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher: 哦对不起。请继续。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teacher: 好。还有什么要补充的吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: HAH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was seriously freaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And Huang HuiJun! What is with HoneyJ?! That is seriously DISTURBING OK. Batchmates, agree? Btw, Huijun, today when we were having Geog, and then this random girl walked in, looked outside, then slowly closed the door, then still while looking outside, sat down on an extra chair near the door. Then we were all staring at her. Miss Wong said "What are you doing in here?" And the girl said "Er, we are having Oral so can I sit in here?" Which was seriously weird. We all thought she had to borrow some air-con remote or something... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And today in Philo class. Classmate A was like, falling asleep, her head was lolling around on her neck. I don't wanna sound like a prude or something... but seriously, it was a bit obvious and I think Mr. Lim noticed but he just didn't want to say anything about it. Which wasn't too bad, yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We meet up every morning in the canteen. Which isn't too bad. Except it sort of eats into my homework time XD Just joking! Haha. Popular still hasn't given me my Breaking Dawn yet, but hopefully tomorrow after 3rd language my father is picking me up, and so I can go collect the freaking book. Grr. Tomorrow is French exam. Holy. 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