<?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-12586979</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:11:36.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arewethewaitingunknown</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12586979.post-113688546897214027</id><published>2006-01-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:31:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closed</title><content type='html'>hmmm....i realised i haven't officially declared my blog closed and kind of just left it there for months to rot so here it is.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this blog is closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i may decide to blog again someday but i doubt it will be anytime soon. so adios blog, you were fun while you lasted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-113688546897214027?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/113688546897214027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=113688546897214027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/113688546897214027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/113688546897214027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2006/01/closed.html' title='closed'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112721663060201264</id><published>2005-09-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:43:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>khuiks was beyond touched and way chuffed when we presented her with the chop bearing her famous quote-leave a line! teachers day is a good 20 days past and i suspect she thinks we have forgotten her. she thinks the chop is very 'high-tech' though and stamps it really oddly, like very hard on the paper so the ink blotches. but it's ok. we love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day of the release of prelim results and i haven't heard a single piece of good news yet. &lt;em&gt;alas! &lt;/em&gt;i have zero a1s, but thankfully also no c5s(yet). i fear extermination from the evil kok. prelims are so unpredictable and loads of people who deserve an a1 didn't get one. getting into a cjc may prove impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite our sorry state, his gayness still had the nerve to show b2 all our physics marks and we haven't even seen them yet! it is meant to 'encourage' them. but how exactly is showing them the top marks of our class going to serve that purpose?? it's called demoralising and discouraging! he also very patriotically did the 'foreigner pass, singaporean fail,foreigner pass, singaporean fail....' chant. this does nothing for the physics results so he should jolly well shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kindergarten. at least we get to play in the sand box, colour and not worry ourselves senseless about crappy prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up on the platter- chinese, geog, hist/ss. yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112721663060201264?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112721663060201264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112721663060201264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112721663060201264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112721663060201264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/09/prelims.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112702961328251527</id><published>2005-09-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:46:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project toilet comes to a close</title><content type='html'>the toilets are finally done up. actually we only did the floor tiles. but trust me, that was already sufficent to kill us all. there were workers around all day and we and to share one measly toile. so i had to literally queue for a toilet in my own home! it was terrible. plus we had to rearrange furniture so the workers won't knock into stuff. i felt so alien in my own home. mops almost dropped her phone on the floor cos the table where she normally places it on has been moved to another room. haha. anyhow, the ordeal is finally over and i can start studing again, in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112702961328251527?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112702961328251527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112702961328251527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112702961328251527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112702961328251527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/09/project-toilet-comes-to-close.html' title='project toilet comes to a close'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112702937314137125</id><published>2005-09-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:42:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loooongest daay</title><content type='html'>The longest day wasn't quite as long as I used to think it was. last year, I thought we'll camp in school and stay awake the whole night just talking and stuff, but turns out we all had to go home after 10+. it was a hell lot of fun though, and the group issue didn't prove a problem at all-at least, not for me. the paint game was quite gross. my bra was stained bright yellow. the campfire was the best man. i felt so proud of the guides! i didn't cry in the end as i imagined i would. it just didn't quite seem like this was the end yet. but the depression is already starting to hit me. i'm going to miss everyone so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get into acjc. actually, at the rate the teachers are going on about the prelim results, i'll be quite relieved if i can get into any jc. i get really annoyed now when people tell me that acjc is my back-up plan. look, acjc is my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; plan....and they should try to be more sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112702937314137125?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112702937314137125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112702937314137125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112702937314137125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112702937314137125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/09/loooongest-daay.html' title='loooongest daay'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112631999725000760</id><published>2005-09-10T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:39:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>support colgate</title><content type='html'>did you know that colgate is a christian company and part of it's earnings go to christian ministries?? yeah. now that you know, you should start buying colgate, the brand denise uses herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112631999725000760?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112631999725000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112631999725000760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112631999725000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112631999725000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/09/support-colgate.html' title='support colgate'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112591718770906287</id><published>2005-09-04T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:46:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pro(not)tor tuition centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Bithday Lily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(kissing extrodinare) and Valen (gourmet club co-president and fellow pig knicker!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....i've decided to start blogging again. friday was just the wierdest day out man. first fang had her very scary, very bad leg cramp and than there was the burger king perv who creeped us all out by checking out dior's bag, purposefully 'bumping' into random women and staring at us all. it just made my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sushi buffet! i think i'm never ever going to step into sakae again. i felt so guilty after that, even though i skipped dinner AND supper, both equally huge sacrifices. and let's face it, i ate the least out of all the buffeters. i am seriously a failed sushi-eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand my chem tutor. he is so obviously biased against me cos i'm from mg. he is extremely, pro-communist, partly cos he was one himself. anyhow, nearly every week, he will be going (to Xin Wei-NYGH):" Chem and physics, in your case, i think no problem. but you arh....(turns to me) tsk tsk! but i think should be can lah. maybe." and then he promptly proceeds to praise hwa chong and the chinese high school to the skies. like what exactly is so desireable about learning the entire periodic table in chinese. and so what if his classmates are now highly sucessful scientists in the US? Like i care man! oh but he told me stuff about erm....it's not convenient to state her name for fear that she will sit on me! but he was saying how she always sits on the table and throws huge tantrums How rude, how can she sit on the table (i'm quoting him) i think it's more of a matter of whether she will break the table or not than one of respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112591718770906287?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112591718770906287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112591718770906287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112591718770906287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112591718770906287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/09/pronottor-tuition-centre.html' title='pro(not)tor tuition centre'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112393339302749590</id><published>2005-08-13T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T19:44:34.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;closed temporarily &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;until i feel like blogging again.&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/12586979-112393339302749590?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112393339302749590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112393339302749590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112393339302749590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112393339302749590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/08/closed.html' title='closed'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112279120266493708</id><published>2005-07-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:26:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-founders</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired of fund-raising. not that i've collected much for inkwell. we rush around like beggars all year round, collecting money for the school building fund. and when that is done, it's on to helping the MANY, MANY, other charities. i know i sound bitter, but i can't help it. i mean, i love my school and all, but after a while, i just gets to me. and just today, i managed to con ezra of $2, and i felt really bad. ok, maybe just a little. actually, not at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still trying to come to terms that prelims are in 2 weeks! this is scary and just plain awful. it's like after founder's i have absolutely nothing to look forward to. and founder's passed way too quickly. it's like a few snaps of the camera and the night has ended. plus, the food at shangri-la isn't even that yummy. it was good and all, but nothing &lt;em&gt;outstanding&lt;/em&gt;. man, sec 4 life is way depressing. i want to go back to being a baby, eating, shitting and sleeping my life away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112279120266493708?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112279120266493708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112279120266493708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112279120266493708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112279120266493708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/post-founders.html' title='post-founders'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112159845578143998</id><published>2005-07-17T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:07:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more gourmet sources needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;list of proposed future gourmet hotspots to hit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[courtesy of amanda, fellow foodie fanatic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- black kenya coffee: western food basically. according to her, it's better than renaldos.&lt;br /&gt;- island cremery: yet another ice-cream shoppe&lt;br /&gt;- the tea party!: i'm not quite sure how to get there though.&lt;br /&gt;-cafe wadever: rumour has it that it's better than breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food issues aside, i learnt something from church today. here goes' welcome to loser land. population: 1 - YOU.' i got that from ezra. best done in a majorly exaggerated faux-bimbo accent that is his truly. and guess what, no apologies ends it's stint in the yf today. (rejoice in the lord always, and again i say rejoice!) ah, but today it wasn't half as bad with the little illustration of the multiple sexual partners thing. but well, what can i say, they tried. and anyway, it was great fun to see mr lee talk about his raging hormones and his sexual temptations while nick cringed in wardly. priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112159845578143998?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112159845578143998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112159845578143998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112159845578143998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112159845578143998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-gourmet-sources-needed.html' title='more gourmet sources needed.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112099496631688241</id><published>2005-07-10T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:29:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no apologies PREASE!</title><content type='html'>youth today was so boring, No Apologies-focus on the family came down to yet another 'no sex before marriage thing'. it was just so stupid, with the ice-breaker being yawnfully long. i am so tired of all these anti-sex workshops. it's like enough already, we all know that we can't have pre-marital sex and blah-blah, there's no need to play the same tune over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were circulating this bag of sweets that tasted like flour. it's those jap sweet that are supposed to melt in your mouth, but it ended up tasting like pre-cake ingredients. not that i didn't enjoy it, i had a sugar craving this morning. thank goodness there was only the flour sweet which everyone else promptly finished, else i would have downed a whole pack of calories, AND feel the guilt on my teeth, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually quite sick so blogging. guess what, kevin is right, blogging is BORING. i really should try something else. it's too bad &lt;em&gt;riding&lt;/em&gt; is not allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112099496631688241?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112099496631688241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112099496631688241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112099496631688241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112099496631688241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-apologies-prease.html' title='no apologies PREASE!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112099358883560590</id><published>2005-07-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:06:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, this is the third time i'm blogging about oral and yes it sucked AGAIN. but this time it's english oral. not that it made a difference, i still made a complete arse of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatrice leong was like (for picture conversation):"what kind of home is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really couldn't think of anything to say so i went: "uhh...A traditional malay family home...." (note the clever transition from uh to A!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was like:"well, tell me, how exactly is this traditional?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being very stupid, i said:" it's traditional cos they use rattan tables and chairs. i have a malay friend who uses rattan tables and chairs too...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, that was completely fake. and i'm hoping, just maybe, that traditional malays DO use rattan tables and chairs. do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, that isn't the only dumb thing i said. i said 'tanning at the beach' when she asked where do i usually go with my friends. i really should have stopped making things up. but i couldn't say shopping right? it sounds so completely bimbo, not that tanning isn't, but i was desperate ok! i really should have stuck to 'gourmet day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so annoyed with beatrice leong. she has this mocking tone that made everything i say feel 10 times stupider. man, i really hope the o's will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112099358883560590?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112099358883560590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112099358883560590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112099358883560590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112099358883560590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-this-is-third-time-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112088860753980909</id><published>2005-07-05T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:09:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on board 852.</title><content type='html'>you can pick up so much from random people in the bus. i was on 852 today and totally tuning in to the conversation between these two poly guys in the bus and i learnt so damn much about cars. they were raving about the gps system and how there is this car that looks uncanningly like a lexus apart from the logo. but they were way vulgar. they were peppering their entire conversation with f*** lah! like when it wasn't even necessary. as was this guy from yuition. i joined the sec 3 class today (the shame) to learn redox AGAIN and this guy was muttering ' f***, f***, f***...' under his breath like a chant for a good half of the lesson. oh, byt his friend has very sexy lashes. ok. that was like completely random, but it's true. anyhow, they are both from liaps favourite school of all times, in case you are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to picking up stuff from bus peeps. ther was this super vain old lady sitting in front of me. she may be old and wrinkly, but that didn't stop her from POUTING at her &lt;em&gt;loreal&lt;/em&gt; compact and powdering her nose on the bus. i mean, can you get any &lt;em&gt;vainer&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112088860753980909?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112088860753980909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112088860753980909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112088860753980909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112088860753980909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-board-852.html' title='on board 852.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112088854508665911</id><published>2005-07-04T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T13:55:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chin fat</title><content type='html'>i am having a completely crap day. i woke up with this huge pimple on my chin. it's real huge and i can't smile without wincing. and after staring at it for ages in front of a mirror, i realise i have chin fat. and quite a sizeable amount too! gasp. choke. die. it's horrible really, i wonder why i never noticed it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really strange, but almost every girl i know seems to hve issues with her weight. i think it's cos we check out other girls, then we realise that her arms/legs/butt looks so much better than ours, then we start making diet resolutions. except in my case, it only seems to last for a day or two. i never stick to anything i set out to do. it's so ironic, really. you can't ever be completely thin all over, the fat always seems to find some way to attatch itself to your body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112088854508665911?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112088854508665911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112088854508665911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112088854508665911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112088854508665911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/07/chin-fat.html' title='chin fat'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-112028112472867076</id><published>2005-06-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:10:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese oral</title><content type='html'>chinese oral was painful as usual. the examiners are so lucky though. the canteen auntie brought them paos and a whole assortment of drinks to keep them happy so they will give us good marks. not that it will make much of a difference, i think we all made lots of crucial errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the room just as mr china was examining the paos hungrily. and i'm not being sacarstic here, he really is from mainland china. i should have walked in professing my love for chairman mao. yep that will definitely earn me ke ai points. and i'm the third person in the whole friggin level to go ok! ugh. forget it. it's over and i never want to speak chinese again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was gourmet-ing again and this week, the gourmet team went to *drumroll* currywok! yum. i absolutely love the chap chye there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed manhunt yesterday ok! shit. i want to see all the sissy metrosexuals get together for their bitching-fest. it's on wednesdaysat 10pm for those who are still clueless (info courtesy of stella, faithful viewer of manhunt 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-112028112472867076?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/112028112472867076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=112028112472867076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112028112472867076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/112028112472867076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/chinese-oral.html' title='chinese oral'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111988162567072684</id><published>2005-06-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:15:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is such a completely shit day. Actually, it's youth Sunday. I went to church at 8:30 for choir practice and surprise, surprise, the practice only started at 9:50. Such a waste of my time ok! I could have been SLEEPING or cramming geog. I tried, while waiting to use the stage-thing, but it didn't exactly work out. Maybe it was cos everyone was everyone was making so much noise, coupled with Jonas taunts of 'Wah, study so long still on the same page!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skit was hilarious though. And the dance....well, let's just say the solo male dancer should be glad his pants didn't split (or did it??) and than, I went home as I tried frantically to cram geog into my head while combating a splitting headache. Sheer bliss I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111988162567072684?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111988162567072684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111988162567072684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111988162567072684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111988162567072684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/youth-sunday.html' title='youth sunday'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111976595422157865</id><published>2005-06-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:07:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of holidaying. I want to go back to school. Apart from the work-tests-haven't completed my homework melodrama; I want to see everyone again. And staring at the incomplete stack at the side of my desk, I wonder to myself what exactly I have done/accomplished during the holiday and I can come up with precious little. It is so sad. And yes, I recounted all the exam papers and there are more than 30. Did you guys even know that Chen kp alone gave us 6 papers?? Yeah. I had a mild shock when I opened the booklet on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my fringe again btw. I realize this has unfortunately become somewhat an obsession. It's just like my teeth obsession, now there's a fringe obsession. Is there a point in my life where I can finally stop obsessing over stupid things? and geez, now I think I'm becoming obsessed with the word 'obsessed' I have, let me see, used a total of 6 'obsessed' in one short para. And oops, here's another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111976595422157865?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111976595422157865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111976595422157865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111976595422157865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111976595422157865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/obsessed.html' title='obsessed.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111943840595420803</id><published>2005-06-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:09:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farting madness</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. I am so ANNOYED. the little brat behind me on the bus was letting out bursts of foul gas the entire journey. air pollution anyone? at first I thought it was the woman next to me. I was glaring at her in disgust the whole time, but my suspicions proved me wrong when she alighted and the stench still lingered. then, I heard the mother behind me saying, not too discretely, I must add, to her daughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"darling, you keep farting! you didn't poo-poo in school issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;brief&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't have to be scared to poo-poo in school you know....ask teacher. teacher will help you poo-poo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now, I was already thoroughly grossed out and had long sworn off ever joining the teaching profession. teachers have to help similar stinkers poo-poo? NO, THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111943840595420803?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111943840595420803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111943840595420803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111943840595420803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111943840595420803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/farting-madness.html' title='farting madness'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111884136915061310</id><published>2005-06-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:16:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summation</title><content type='html'>i've been bad. i know i haven't exactly been blogging. but well, what can i say? blogger's block. sigh. anyhow, not very much has happened recently, i'll sum it up in a few short sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on a quest for the perfect 'prom'/founders' day dress. all has failed! dresses are simply not made for me! i either look too shapeless or else it's the clingy fabric accentuating unsightly bulges. am i destined never to find a dress? ever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i have come to a sad conclusion. i CANNOT finish my holiday homework. it is technically impossible. it is far too much! 30 exam papers and a few worksheets thrown in for good measure is pure madness! i OBJECT! (not that that is going to make much of a difference to my sorry plight.) and first day of school is geog + math paper 2 - how &lt;em&gt;sad &lt;/em&gt;is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've been thinking about what i'm going to do once i get my first real paycheck. yup. i'm going to get my teeth chemically whitened. and i'm not just talking about the supermarket pearlie white toothpaste. i'm talking the real deal - going to the destist, a few sessions for a thousand odd kind. i need white teeth. i've reached a stage where i actually hold out a sheet of paper to my teeth in front of a mirror to see the contrast. and there is a contrast! a very stark one too. and thus concluding- i &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;white teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall devote precious blog space to gripe about mr toh, my insufferabe chem tutor. i am so horrified at his extremely humour-less jokes. i can usually muster a weak smile, but his jokes are so devoid of humour 9read: extremely unfunny) that i am unable to curl the sides of my mouth upwards. i really try, i do! i feel so sorry for him cos he never gets a single 'haha' out of the class, but sorry, i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall end here. how's that for a few short sentences?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111884136915061310?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111884136915061310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111884136915061310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111884136915061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111884136915061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/summation.html' title='summation'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111875883881354799</id><published>2005-06-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:20:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pig knickers + cow boxers 'excursion'</title><content type='html'>ok, i have officially satisfied my craving for shopping. the pig knickers and the cow boxers went on a little excursion to orchard-with the exception of stella (don't worry, you shall come with us next time!) i shopped from 11+ to 6+. My feet were killing me and i was wearing school shoes ok! tamara was worse, her slippers had feet-prints from the pressure! haha. and we went to marche! i had rosti and my lovely, lovely mushroom soup. and fang, i'm still real pissed about not getting the 10 cent sausage. crap. i feel real cheated! i bought a white bag from heeren-me and tam got the same one. it's real pretty and looks quite 'mango-ish'. teehee. and valen and tam got the same liaps-top. they have been eyeing it ever since seeing it in seventeen. rah! and so ends our little excursion.....until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111875883881354799?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111875883881354799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111875883881354799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111875883881354799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111875883881354799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/pig-knickers-cow-boxers-excursion.html' title='pig knickers + cow boxers &apos;excursion&apos;'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111832428263268500</id><published>2005-06-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:38:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dior's birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIOR! gosh. I had such the funnest time at ps. dior treated us to swensons. actually, her mum did. we ordered so much food that we were all shit full. haha. and the waiter guy was hilarious, with his superthetey! and the punkim soup-absolutely delicious! and no josh, it’s not all cream, it has punkim too! anyhow, I love swensons! thanks dior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I bought 2 gorgeous pairs of earings. mops claims they look the same , but they don’t. not really. haha. they were so nice and cheap. thanks vee for the gorgeous blue one! gosh. I think we bought like 12 pairs in total from that shop. we are such indecisive peeps. we spent ages at just one shop. hahaha……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I had to leave early with lynette and josh. we were gossiping quite loudly on the train and the tall guy next to lynette was tuning in to our gushing about water boys and how Ernst rohm is gay. yeah. he frowned at that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111832428263268500?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111832428263268500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111832428263268500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111832428263268500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111832428263268500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/diors-birthday.html' title='dior&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111788313939082726</id><published>2005-06-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:05:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history blues</title><content type='html'>i think i'm officially going NUTS. i think i got too complacent and told myself that i could cram a grand total of 9 chapters of history into my admittedly not too large grey matter in one weekend. and so far, it almost seems to be working! i have managed 3 since morning. and so...lets see, only a &lt;em&gt;mere&lt;/em&gt; six to go!! &lt;em&gt;DIE.&lt;/em&gt; and guess what, i can't absorb anymore!! my brain is officially fried. crappity-craps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111788313939082726?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111788313939082726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111788313939082726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111788313939082726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111788313939082726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/history-blues.html' title='history blues'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111788235885530545</id><published>2005-06-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:52:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holland v</title><content type='html'>i love holland v! i do, i really do! it's so different from orchard man. orchard is super busy and everyone is just rushing around and all, but in holland v, people actually take their time to smell the roses. (well, sorta) haha. and i managed to buy presents that i have owed people for like months, so yeah, i'm happy. oh and i met chris lee and the xiaofen-woman in beautiful illusions! i was having ipoh hor fun at this noodle house-ish place when mops was like "look, look! christopher lee!!" and she looked like she might choke from the exitement. we craned our necks to see if he was with fann wong, but no.....it was the xiaofen-woman. ahe's very pretty in real life, really! she has very delicate features. christopher lee looks quite ordinary though, like your average joe, hardly gush-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i must admit, i alighted at the wrong stop on my way there! yes, another damn toot moment. i went all the way to this ulu private-estate place and i was like shit-shit-shit while i wandered around like a right toot. and i had no money for a cab sumore. then, i saw this old man and i followed him under a mrt bridge to the bus-stop. i met a kind indian woman there who sorta helped me find my way to holland v. yeah, now i know that whenever i'm lost, i can always count on random old men for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111788235885530545?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111788235885530545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111788235885530545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111788235885530545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111788235885530545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/06/holland-v.html' title='holland v'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111754829004123754</id><published>2005-05-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:04:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy hair blues</title><content type='html'>i hate my hair. man, it really sucks. crap. shouldn't have cut it. i'm so depressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111754829004123754?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111754829004123754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111754829004123754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111754829004123754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111754829004123754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/crappy-hair-blues.html' title='crappy hair blues'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111746268063712537</id><published>2005-05-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:18:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of o's</title><content type='html'>the trauma has officially ended! the experience was anything but traumatic actually. for one, i was too busy looking at the invigilators. they were sucha gossipy bunch and they wear such inconsiderate shoes. clack-clack-clack! how the hell am i supposed to write my gong han properly?!! oh and i think the pink one has a lesbian affair with the red one. they were very cuddly-ish and whispery and when the red one talked to the blue one, the pink one looked positively jealous. yeah. i colour-coded them, in case you haven't noticed. and during paper one, i needed to pee so bad. i drank ALOT of water. it was like hmmm....should i do gong han or si han? *sip* should i do bao zang bao dao or the soppy story? *sip* yeah, you know the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cut my hair today! i think it's miles shorter. hell, my head feels alot lighter. haha. i've been wanting to do this for so long. it feels so wierd though. it's still long, but i'm so used to my very-long hair that i feel really strange with this........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111746268063712537?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111746268063712537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111746268063712537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111746268063712537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111746268063712537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-of-os.html' title='end of o&apos;s'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111725704940666003</id><published>2005-05-29T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:10:49.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheenapok</title><content type='html'>dammit. i seriously hate chinese now. evn when i close my eyes, i can still see chinese words and hear chinese crap. man, i think i'm fast turning into a *gasp gasp* CHEENAPOK!! the horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do want my a1, i really do. hell, i'll even settle for a a2. and maybe, just maybe, a b3 won't be so bad.... who am i kidding??!! the 'ops' will kill me if i get anything less than an A and hey, maybe i'd have strangled myself to death before they can even find me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111725704940666003?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111725704940666003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111725704940666003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111725704940666003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111725704940666003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/cheenapok.html' title='cheenapok'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111746223998903625</id><published>2005-05-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:10:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great sushi misfortune</title><content type='html'>i went out today. yes, i know it's wrong. afterall, lao shi explicitly commanded us to liu zai jia ba! but when pops mentioned sushi buffet, i couldn't care less about what she said. we went to serioya maka-what's it's name?. the food was quite yummy-at first....until i felt really full. gosh. i think i overate. i feel obscenly fat now. the couple next to us must feel alot worse. they ordered like truckloads of sushi. and cos the restaurant has this 'finish everything or you'll have to pay' rule, they had to stuff themselves silly. the guy started moaning about his great sushi misfortune and glaring at his sushi with distaste, while the woman gagged on her california maki. it was hilarious i tell you, i was sniggering at them the whole time. then, sissypoo*not her real name went to get some papaya for mops and she returned with no less than a huge strip of papaya skin. honestly, that girl doesn't even know how a papaya looks like!! pops stared at the big suakoo in shock while we laughed ourselves silly-even the waitress was in stitches! only the couple next to us couldn't laugh-their mouths were too full of katsudon. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111746223998903625?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111746223998903625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111746223998903625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111746223998903625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111746223998903625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/great-sushi-misfortune.html' title='the great sushi misfortune'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111725117444064883</id><published>2005-05-27T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:30:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gourmet day. special guest-grace!</title><content type='html'>it was yet another fun gourmet day- with grace, miss I love jeneatte aw to bits, as our special guest. armed with her camera, she took pictures of pictures off the walls and magazines (how incredibly ironic!). renaldos was fabulous, the service was great too and we had a gossip fest as per every other Thursday. the rubbers! the hole! operation dominatrix! and more! I think the session lasted a good 2 hours as least. I found out lots of stuff. yeah. I’ll leave it as that. state secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok was hilarious today. he made me show him my progress report and all. and the very intelligent miss VALENCIA CHAN XIU XIAN told him all about the very many ‘see me’s that mrs khuiks plasters on my math worksheets. the result of her evil plan? kok flipped! yeah. now he thinks we are real pai-‘bad girls’ he called us. yeah, see miss pokemon, he thinks you are real pai too! hahaha. and he also very kindly labeled us as the nerdettes after he learnt of our class. and the band he wanted to form! greatest hit-books. geez. I am so sick of the segregation in mg and now it has spread to aprime?? man, when will this ever end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, before I forget, thanks jo for the pretty red earings! my sister loves them to bits. she kept saying how it will look nicer on her than on me, well, what can I say? that’s hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111725117444064883?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111725117444064883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111725117444064883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111725117444064883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111725117444064883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/gourmet-day-special-guest-grace.html' title='gourmet day. special guest-grace!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111701884947492864</id><published>2005-05-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:00:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failed cross</title><content type='html'>i love the mg wrist bands + the ferrero rocher! yummy. i felt like such a poser wearing the wristbands though. but heck cares! i like it and that's all that matters! thanks grace, fang and tamara!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macritchie run was cancelled today! i was over the moon when dior told me. i hate the terrain there and i was only planning to take a nice morning stroll with 'miss pang the girl who never runs' anyway so haha, no sweat! but i think we would have been much better offat macritchie. i had chinese lessons the whole day. chinese lessons, book parade, chinese remedial...then go home, mug chinese, watch chinese drama serial then hit chinese books again. i am literally living and breathing chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. me and tam played a evil trick on stella taday. we took the head from the girl statue that broke off and put it on her desk! haha. the look on her face was priceless man. she was in utter and complete shock. after all, i is the one thing in school that she is scared to bits of. teehee. i hope i don't get cursed by the statue, it looks so scary and tam kept talking about curses.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111701884947492864?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111701884947492864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111701884947492864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111701884947492864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111701884947492864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/failed-cross.html' title='failed cross'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111701839676478471</id><published>2005-05-25T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:53:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khuiks colour job</title><content type='html'>i love the earings dior and lily gave me. they are gorgeous man! teehee. thanks you guys! esp the bronze ones....i love the bronze ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha....bronze reminds me of khuik's steak of brown/copper/bronze in her curly mop. i thought she was attempting a hip statement until stella asked her. then she went, all-knowingly- blond hair turns white with time...,while nodding to herself in agreement. which just left us as 'huh?' it is so obviously a bad colour job, corright, corright??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111701839676478471?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111701839676478471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111701839676478471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111701839676478471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111701839676478471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/khuiks-colour-job.html' title='khuiks colour job'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111682539667644305</id><published>2005-05-23T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:17:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>sunday is church day. and miracles of miracles, i actually remembered to bring my little red book! bs was as usual. yawns of yawns. i'd rather the old system but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is also disney songs day, actually only on the bs weeks. ezra + kate will go wild with disney tunes i haven't heard since i was a wee leetle baby. yeah. they were good though. wait, correction....kate was good, ezra just makes a VERY SUCKY aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cut my hair. i know this sounds completely random, but i do!! i haven't had a chop hair day since hmmm....last december?? this is excluding the MANY, MANY fringe cuts, stella can vouch for those. yeah. everytime i go to my hairstylist, she's like fringe AGAIN?? the only obstacle in my desperation for yet another visit to good old ann is mops. good is the daughter who stays locked up in her room with 8 super thick sou che's and bad is the daughter who wastes two whole hours with ann. (snip snip!) yeah. i'm influenced by kok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111682539667644305?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111682539667644305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111682539667644305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111682539667644305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111682539667644305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111667110164571531</id><published>2005-05-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:09:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos i ain't no hollaback girl</title><content type='html'>i heard hollaback girl + beverly hills on 98.7 like 2 hours ago and hollaback girl is still playing itself, over and over again in my head. this shit is bananas. B. A. N. A. N. A. S. lahdeedah. now i know why tam and vee were raving about it. it is truly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, this is my shit&lt;br /&gt;All the girls stomp your feet like this&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111667110164571531?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111667110164571531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111667110164571531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111667110164571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111667110164571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/cos-i-aint-no-hollaback-girl.html' title='cos i ain&apos;t no hollaback girl'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111667072646677909</id><published>2005-05-20T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:18:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another gourmet day!!</title><content type='html'>gourmet-ing today was so fun. 'sleazy' again but still as good as always. my pokemon friend had to shit twice though. every thursday, she has to shit. i think it's the air at the corro-crown area or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we got caught in the rain AGAIN. why is it always thursday?!! i think the clouds are out to stop us from going for tuition or something, cos everytime it's time for our tuition, it's pouring cats and dogs from heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. and kok completely flipped when he heard of our horrific amath test marks. "this is the question i told you about!! madam niaow's favourite question!! and you all got tricked!! why?? WHY?? i think i'm going to bang my head against the wall." i almost felt sorry for him then. almost. he looked so pained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111667072646677909?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111667072646677909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111667072646677909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111667072646677909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111667072646677909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/yet-another-gourmet-day.html' title='yet another gourmet day!!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111641560372530441</id><published>2005-05-19T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:26:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>botox and evolution</title><content type='html'>i think his gayness had a botox jab or something. he had such wierd looking eyes on tuesday and his forehead looks a tad too stretched. anyway, i won't put it pass him, mr 'my boobs are bigger than yours' is capable of anything! [insert gay laugh here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio lesson was fab today. cheong spoke about evolution and everything and it is so great how 'the big bang' is actually brought about cos God said 'let there be light'. i feel so enlightened, and i didn't even have to sit under a bodhi tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111641560372530441?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111641560372530441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111641560372530441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111641560372530441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111641560372530441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/botox-and-evolution.html' title='botox and evolution'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111641536064995379</id><published>2005-05-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:22:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>school is just so incredibly boring now. everything about it just bores me to tears. plus, it feels like i'm having chinese lessons everyday. what with the chinese remedials and all. the dreaded o's are coming, but i feel so relaxed. i have absolutely no mood to study. everytime i pick up a textbook, i have to stifle a yawn. *groan* i don't know how i can survive through this torturous year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111641536064995379?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111641536064995379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111641536064995379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111641536064995379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111641536064995379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111624339162953366</id><published>2005-05-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:08:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Really Think Of Your Friends</title><content type='html'>What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ni is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Tamara.&lt;br /&gt;You consider Dior your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;You know that Grace is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Valen for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Lily is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Stella is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Stella changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Josh is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Josh has a hidden internet romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111624339162953366?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111624339162953366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111624339162953366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111624339162953366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111624339162953366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-you-really-think-of-your-friends.html' title='What You Really Think Of Your Friends'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111616089835809457</id><published>2005-05-15T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:41:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet party</title><content type='html'>the bittersweet party was rather fun, much much funner than what  i thought it would be. the fun basically started when it got dark, when we scared ourselves silly over nothing really. lily makes such a good pontianak, with her long black hair! i was invited to join the ghostly trio ( so they could form the ghostly quartet) cos i had the hair and all, but i didn't. i was soo scared!! you can't see a thing behind all that hair and i was afraid i would meet a real one. gosh. it was only till today that i realised that i have really little faith. at my age and still scared of ghosts! the teachers kids weren't even the least bit scared, they were playing with the inflatable ball while we screamed like losers over imaginary ghosts. pathetic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111616089835809457?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111616089835809457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111616089835809457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111616089835809457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111616089835809457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/bittersweet-party.html' title='bittersweet party'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111604452854647943</id><published>2005-05-13T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:22:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here birdie birdie!!</title><content type='html'>there was a fat baby bird a aprime today. kok brought it back to set it free on vesak day. it was bloody annoying! chirped non-stop and totally interfered with my particle motion. gosh. i was so pissed at it. and it didn't help when it flew all over the calss and scared the living daylights out of me. it even shitted on miss teo's pants. haha. i wish it was on 'harry' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh was so hilarious today. she makes such a good gay indian! ah q is so FUNNY!! i want to go for her amath tuition. not that kok will approve though. stupid is the student from chan ah kao tuition centre and clever is the student from aprime....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111604452854647943?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111604452854647943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111604452854647943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111604452854647943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111604452854647943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-birdie-birdie.html' title='here birdie birdie!!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111604420418725619</id><published>2005-05-12T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:16:44.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>row row row your boat</title><content type='html'>i just came back from the cruisey-cruise and i'm shit tired. i think it's the trauma of being sea-sick and bus-sick. haha. i always get this. sea-sick, car-sick, air-sick, taxi-sick, bus-sick.... gosh. i am so lousy, my tolerance for bumpy rides is close to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was fun though. free-flow of drinks and biscuits. we took up almost the whole boat apart for a few lone ang-mohs. i had so much fun enjoying the sea breeze and the sea-spray!! we got off at kusu island, which is just a silly plot of useless land with nothing on it and is so small that i can probably run from one end to the other in less than 5 mins. the turtles were cute though, if not a little creepy-ish. all of them stared at dior and grace, transfixed. have they never seen a human before?? or maybe it was cos they looked so odd hugging the coconut tree. teehee. and then, the boat ride back was purely depressing. it always makes me feel so awful when we talk about leaving mg. it's so sad!! 10 years is like forever!! *teardrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....enough about depressing stuff. i learnt a new cheer. a really cute maths one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sine, sine, cosine, sine,&lt;br /&gt;3.14159&lt;br /&gt;plot the graph,&lt;br /&gt;draw the line,&lt;br /&gt;do your maths and&lt;br /&gt;you'll be fine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111604420418725619?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111604420418725619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111604420418725619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111604420418725619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111604420418725619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/row-row-row-your-boat.html' title='row row row your boat'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111564729963607407</id><published>2005-05-10T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:01:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i am so happy that this is finally up and running. i'm really sorry chan, for not using your skin!! it is really pretty. at first. then, the picture of the upside-down girl's face really started to creep me out. so you know....i changed it. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khuiks was so cute today. everyone was DOZING during emath (as usual) partly due to the heat and partly cos of chenkp's ahem, boring history lesson (i love mao and his little red book though!) and she started nagging at us to sleep early...she even suggested recording her voice on tape and playing it to ourselves at night to help us get our beauty sleep. bah. that will work!! (teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody vandalised the school. and i heard that the same somebody also set fire to barker.. Mg is tainted with sprawling screams of *bleep* on the walls and a gross picyure that i don't even want to describe. they are all covered in newspapers of course!! all this is unfit for our innocent eyes to see!! and b5 had to move to our old calss cos the picture and *bleep* was on their class walls. and our MAGIC BALL!! how it broke my heart when i saw it on the floor- shattered!! how many times has it blessed us in tests?? we should seek these horrible horrible people out an  avenge the magic ball!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111564729963607407?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111564729963607407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111564729963607407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111564729963607407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111564729963607407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111553800231595817</id><published>2005-05-08T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:40:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks chan!!</title><content type='html'>grace aka chan: wow chan!! this is fab man. love it. it's so black and cool and yep, i love it!! thanks chanchan. haha. and i promise to write in it. if you can even consider this writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111553800231595817?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111553800231595817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111553800231595817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111553800231595817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111553800231595817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanks-chan.html' title='thanks chan!!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</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-12586979.post-111546599158178192</id><published>2005-05-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T19:39:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>hello denise. HOHO. grace here. blahblah. i dont know if this skin is ok for you. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12586979-111546599158178192?l=shardsofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/111546599158178192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12586979&amp;postID=111546599158178192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111546599158178192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12586979/posts/default/111546599158178192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shardsofperfection.blogspot.com/2005/05/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15972857085607506671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
