<?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-7797767</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:50:53.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U r b a n i t e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>815</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115407596687710438</id><published>2006-07-28T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:39:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>I've moved home.

Because I couldn't log on to blogger in school.

Please visit my new &lt;a href="http://babysot.wordpress.com"&gt;HOME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115407596687710438?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115407596687710438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115407596687710438&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115407596687710438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115407596687710438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115377987566563966</id><published>2006-07-25T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:24:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya.

I overspent this month.

so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115377987566563966?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115377987566563966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115377987566563966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115377987566563966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115377987566563966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115377964890487878</id><published>2006-07-25T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:20:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting papers back this week!

Or maybe next week.

Sianz.

So nervous. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115377964890487878?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115377964890487878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115377964890487878&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115377964890487878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115377964890487878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/butterflies.html' title='*Butterflies.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115344508856914681</id><published>2006-07-21T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:24:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dum di dum.</title><content type='html'>I'm back in school. Went to the university talk.

I thought all the university will come but only Utas came. ZZZ.

So yeah. 

Considering business and science courses.

But very very limited choice because I hate chemistry and most science course require chemistry to get in. 

I'm suffering from the post exam syndrome.

I kept thinking about those exam papers and thinking about how I could have done better and stuff like those. I couldn't really get over it. Sigh. 

Some issues crop up recently. I felt used. Are friends there only when they need you? Maybe I'm just being paranoid and extra sensitive.

Btw, Eunice!! I miss you so much leh. Can't chat on MSN anymore. &gt;.&lt; 

I wonder what I will do till this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115344508856914681?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115344508856914681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115344508856914681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115344508856914681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115344508856914681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/dum-di-dum.html' title='dum di dum.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115328483420587379</id><published>2006-07-19T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T12:53:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>Finally finish ALL my exam!!! 

I will have nothing to do until tuesday. 

Couldn't do some of the questions from section B and C. &gt;.&lt;

Hopefully I will pass the math paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115328483420587379?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115328483420587379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115328483420587379&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115328483420587379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115328483420587379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115311628578357073</id><published>2006-07-17T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:04:45.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to cry.</title><content type='html'>AHH!!

I did really badly for my English Paper. 

Probably fail section 2 and did badly for section 1.

Sigh. I couldn't even do section 2 at all!! How bad can that be? Feel like crying. I understood the questions but I totally don't know how to answer the question!! I don't know if it's just me or what but I'm damn depress.

I think accounting paper wasn't that bad. I could do &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; most of it. Physics was pretty bad because I didn't study the last 2 chapters.

AHH!!!!

One last paper to go.

Gotta really study TONIGHT!!! AND TOMORROW for the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115311628578357073?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115311628578357073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115311628578357073&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115311628578357073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115311628578357073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-cry.html' title='I want to cry.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115284794921296553</id><published>2006-07-14T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:32:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!!</title><content type='html'>2 down. 3 more to go.

Accounting, English and Math Specialised.

I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115284794921296553?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115284794921296553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115284794921296553&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115284794921296553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115284794921296553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/bah_14.html' title='BAH!!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115251106493462326</id><published>2006-07-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:57:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffocating under the books.

H-E-L-P!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115251106493462326?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115251106493462326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115251106493462326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115251106493462326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115251106493462326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-suffocating-under-books.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115251098542381621</id><published>2006-07-10T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:56:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dane suggest we should have a marriage.

HEHE.

Then I can get a PR.

=D

Oops. I forgot to add the word "fake" in front of the word marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115251098542381621?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115251098542381621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115251098542381621&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115251098542381621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115251098542381621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/dane-suggest-we-should-have-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115223287688332735</id><published>2006-07-07T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:41:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grins.*</title><content type='html'>A B for my Math SPECIALISED test. 71%

What more can I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115223287688332735?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115223287688332735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115223287688332735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115223287688332735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115223287688332735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/grins.html' title='*grins.*'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115222485525019744</id><published>2006-07-07T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:27:35.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ka-ching!</title><content type='html'>Guess where did I go last Wednesday night~!?

&lt;i&gt;Yah lah!&lt;/i&gt; The casino. HEHEHE.

Mrs Craw brought me there to have dinner because she has a docket thing. A main course + a drink + $5 coins for just $12. And she brought me there to relax a little after my two huge test.

I lost $4. Then I came to this lucky machine. And I became $111 richer.

Then I put in another $1 then I lost. AND I TOOK ALL MY MONEY AND LEFT!!

&lt;i&gt;ka-Ching!!!!&lt;/i&gt;*

HEHEHE.

But the usual talk about not getting addicted goes on and on from so many people.

The guy working at the casino taught me how to take win and collect my money becuase I didn't know where to press. The "COLLECT" button just at eye level but I didn't see it!!! HAHAHA.

What should I do with the money?

HEHEEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115222485525019744?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115222485525019744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115222485525019744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115222485525019744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115222485525019744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/ka-ching.html' title='*ka-ching!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115207944411153883</id><published>2006-07-05T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:04:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stess x 2</title><content type='html'>I thought after the test I will be slightly less stress.

BUT THEN I SAW A YEAR 11 GIRL WHO BOUGHT PAST YEAR PAPERS TO DO!!! ASIAN. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ASIANS MUST BE SO HARDWORKING~!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

=X

I think I have to get past mid year exam papers to do too. HEHE.

My accounting test was pretty easy. My accounts BALANCE on the first go. So proud of myself. But not sure if the figures are right or not.

Math test was....don't know hard or easy. I could do most of the questions. But then when I heard everyone else say they stuffed up the test...I'm worried now. BUT I REALLY WANNA GET AN A FOR IT.

Going out to have dinner tonight. HEHE. Will be going to the casino. WOOO~

Then I think after dinner will continue with my hmwk + assignment + study.

I think have to work extra hard this year. Especially this term, because the reason I wanted to move is because I can't study there.

&lt;i&gt;Wah lao. That means if I fail any subjects, that will be a huge embarrasement.&lt;/i&gt;


MUG MUG MUG!! Going crazy soon.

And I LOST MY MEMORY STICK!! Gonna put a note in the bulletin. SIANZ!!! All my stuff is there. Although I did back up my stuff but...most of the things are there. SIANZ. WHAT CAN I DO~?!

I have not really started studying for my exam yet. 
SIANZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115207944411153883?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115207944411153883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115207944411153883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115207944411153883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115207944411153883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/stess-x-2.html' title='Stess x 2'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115190617746258692</id><published>2006-07-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:56:17.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>so stressed.

exams in 2 weeks. math test on wednesday.

i think i will i get a C for the test again.

SIGH.

I wished I did not take Math Specialised. So freaking hard. The daily work seems pretty easy but when it comes to test and exams.....I think I'm gonna faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115190617746258692?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115190617746258692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115190617746258692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115190617746258692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115190617746258692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/07/bah.html' title='bah'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115147456405933532</id><published>2006-06-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:02:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to go in 10 minutes time. Need to catch the bus again.

I wonder where my time went. I hardly have time to surf the net now. Not to mention MSN. 

&gt;.&lt;

I hate the buses here!!!

The bus comes either every 30 minutes...or every hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115147456405933532?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115147456405933532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115147456405933532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115147456405933532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115147456405933532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-to-go-in-10-minutes-time.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115136041517162825</id><published>2006-06-27T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:20:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing cold</title><content type='html'>2 degrees this morning~

SO COLD!

&gt;.&lt;

I had so much I wanted to blog but when I sat down I forgot everything. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115136041517162825?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115136041517162825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115136041517162825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115136041517162825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115136041517162825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/freezing-cold.html' title='Freezing cold'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115130322434383982</id><published>2006-06-26T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:27:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>BAH! School has been pretty busy.

Exams coming in few weeks time. 

I don't have the time to blog!

And...I actually find it so weird that I managed to cope so well without the internet. HAHA.

Might not have the time to blog till after the exams.

TAG IF U MISS ME! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115130322434383982?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115130322434383982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115130322434383982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115130322434383982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115130322434383982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_26.html' title='=)'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115130316809051314</id><published>2006-06-26T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:26:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>BAH! School has been pretty busy.

Exams coming in few weeks time. 

I don't have the time to blog!

And...I actually find it so weird that I managed to cope so well without the internet. HAHA.

Might not have the time to blog till after the exams.

TAG IF U MISS ME! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115130316809051314?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115130316809051314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115130316809051314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115130316809051314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115130316809051314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115071640500807945</id><published>2006-06-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:26:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Ahh.

I WISH THE HOLIDAY WILL BE LONGER.

LOLX.

Have to wake up at 6am. To prepare lunch. And catch the 7:35am bus! All because I need to get to Hutchins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115071640500807945?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115071640500807945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115071640500807945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115071640500807945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115071640500807945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School starts tomorrow.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115068538985132462</id><published>2006-06-19T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:59:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a happy girl.</title><content type='html'>I’m allowed to stay here!! HEHE. *jumping around*

I was really unhappy on Friday and Saturday. SO UPSET about moving.

I couldn’t sleep on Friday night. I was thinking about what I should do if Mrs. Scharkie says no. All kinds of things came into my mind.

Mrs. Craw bought me out on Saturday to Bonorong Wildlife Park. Kangaroos everywhere. All of them are like so lazy. HAHAH. There is 1 cheeky kangaroo. He hops up to us and stands up. Started to stroke his chest like saying he is tough! SO CUTE. Then he hops up to me because I have FOOD. LOLX. And there was another Kangaroo sitting outside the cage of the cockatoos and one of the cockatoos came and bite the kangaroo’s tail! The kangaroo jumped up and then turn around and hop away. It was hilarious! LOL.

Then we saw the Koala bears. They are SO SO SO ADORABLE!! They just let the ranger hug him and carry him to the other tree. JUST LIKE A TEDDY BEAR. I didn’t know that the leaves koala bears ate are toxic. Koala bears looked so tired because they are really tired. They move only 5 minutes a day and eat for 4 hours and sleep 20 hours. SO lazy. But apparently Koala bears are the luckiest because they stay high up the tree and eat all day. They are not afraid of predators and no other animals will fight for food with them. I want to be a koala bear!!!! =))

And then I saw the Tazzie devils being fed. It was so damn hilarious. HAHA. They run up the ranger and make funny noisy and look so ugly. BUT THEY RUN AWAY WHEN THE RANGER LIFT HIS LEG AND SCARE HIM. HAHAHA. They fed him DEAD RABBIT. OMG! And the tazzie devil ate ALL OF IT. The bones, the meat and the fur. Nothing was left!! They looked really fierce but they are really cute.

And there was a little wombat which is just 10 months old. SO SWEET. She plays with the ranger like how a puppy plays. But she will turn aggressive one day when she grows older. Wombat and koala bears are actually cousins!! They look soooooooo alike.

Too bad I didn’t take any photos because I wasn’t in the mood. HEHE. But &lt;i&gt;niar mind.&lt;/i&gt; We will be back another day I hope.

By the way, if you ever go to wildlife park and see Kangaroos. Don’t pet them on their back. Scratch them on their chest and see them close their eyes and see them dance a little. HEHE. I still think those kangaroos are having an orgasm when I scratch their chests. =X

After we left the park, my mind started thinking about my home-stay problem again. Dane came and cook Laksa. Then finally Mrs. Scharkie called with good news. I really cannot describe how I felt but I was in heaven. =))

We went shopping today. We bought lunchbox. YES. Lunchbox. Hehe. It’s a really cool one with chilling section. Then we went to the supermarket and bought food and getting ready for school.

I really wanna forget the fact that there is still 0.01% that I have to move. &lt;i&gt;SIANZ!!&lt;/i&gt;

Dane is coming tomorrow. =P

And the other night when he knew that I had to move, he said that we have to stay in contact and he still wanna bring me to pub. HAHAH. And he said we will ask Sarah to come along too. LOLX. &lt;i&gt;Aiya.&lt;/i&gt; He makes me wanna go clubbing!!!!!!

Thanks &lt;a href"http://confessions-of-a-horny-bitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Horny Bitch&lt;/a&gt; for wishing me luck. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115068538985132462?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115068538985132462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115068538985132462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115068538985132462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115068538985132462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-happy-girl.html' title='I am a happy girl.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115042537944028841</id><published>2006-06-16T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:36:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untouchable #2</title><content type='html'>another untouchable!

*shake head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115042537944028841?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115042537944028841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115042537944028841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115042537944028841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115042537944028841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/untouchable-2.html' title='untouchable #2'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115042472832416726</id><published>2006-06-16T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:28:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Eu. This entry is written just for you. =P So you can understand the whole situation. LOLX.&lt;/i&gt;

So, I was unhappy at the place I used to stay because of many reasons. Too noisy, too much distraction, people around me, not enough privacy, NO LOVE….etc. HEHE.

I requested to move out. I had to ask the principal for permission because I was under 18 when I came. I was so called, and still is under the care of the school. The school finally agreed to let me move out but I have to go to an Australian family. =))

There are 3 girls who are waiting to move out this term. HAHA. And there is only 1 family. They offered this home-stay to the first girl and she refused to go for some stupid reasons. So I’m supposed to go since I’m “Second in line”. I agreed to go because I figured anywhere is better.

Now this family I’m staying with is just temporary for the holiday. And I have to move to the new home-stay end of the holiday.

But then, I’m really happy with the family I’m staying with now and they agree to let me stay. So my new home-stay, Mrs. Craw, called the school, Mrs. Scharkie, and tells her about it. BUT THEY SAY THEY HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT.

After thinking for a week, they tell me they have to try persuading the first girl to go. WAH LAO! But if she doesn’t want to go I have to go and stay for a month to see how things are going. BUT THEN I HAVE EXAMS. &lt;i&gt;EGG TART!!&lt;/i&gt;

Actually now I’m thinking because I have exam in 1 month time, I will go and have a “study camp” there and move back here after exam!! LOLX. What a great idea. HAHA. Then everyone will be happy. HEHE. I know, I’m just so smart.

They are going to talk about it tomorrow again. SO I’m keeping my fingers crossed again until tomorrow. =)

WISH ME LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115042472832416726?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115042472832416726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115042472832416726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115042472832416726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115042472832416726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-115019999191926714</id><published>2006-06-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:59:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of holiday.</title><content type='html'>School starts next tuesday!! 

OMG. So fast.

I did like nothing.

HEHE.

He feels like a brother. =))

Internet doesn't really work this week. BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-115019999191926714?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/115019999191926714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=115019999191926714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115019999191926714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/115019999191926714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-week-of-holiday.html' title='Last week of holiday.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114993983311205387</id><published>2006-06-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:43:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>He is untouchable!! =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114993983311205387?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114993983311205387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114993983311205387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114993983311205387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114993983311205387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114985487246642712</id><published>2006-06-09T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:28:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pyjamas!</title><content type='html'>I bought new pyjamas yesterday.

The only pyjamas that has nice colours and cute cartoons.

Care bear. Blue and Pink.

I didn't want to get the cookie monster ones because it's in orange. Orange and blue doesn't really seems to match. AHAH.

I met my new homestay family today.

She is a very nice lady. The daughter is fine. Just very DRAMA. But she is just a 12 years old kid. The room is a little small. &lt;i&gt;Okie. It's smaller than my old room.&lt;/i&gt; I was really nervous when I was there. HAHAH. They talked about lots of stuff. I just listen. Don't really know what to say. They are really looking forward to me going to stay with them. I feel kinda bad. Like cheating their feelings. Just like how I feel &lt;a href="http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know.html"&gt;with the principal incident.&lt;/a&gt; But I really really really wanna stay here. I know what's best for me. I'm not a 14 year old kid who doesn't know anything. I'm &lt;s&gt;18&lt;/s&gt; 19!! I didn't even let any of you worry about me for the past 1 and a half year. =(( I'm keeping my fingers cross till Mrs. Scharkie call us again.

Dinner was great. We had pizza. I was really full after 2 slices of them. I met Sarah. She's pretty. Long long blonde hair. About the same length as my hair last year. Very skinny. I wanna be like her. HAHAH.

Outing on SUNDAY!! Dane is coming. *Grins* Sarah might be coming.

Ahchek. Yes. I know what you said about him. HAHA. His mum alway tells me good thing about his son. =X HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114985487246642712?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114985487246642712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114985487246642712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114985487246642712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114985487246642712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-pyjamas.html' title='New Pyjamas!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114976958645624667</id><published>2006-06-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:26:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting fat here.

I've been a couch potato for the past 2 weeks. I really mean sitting on the couch ALL DAY watching television. HAHAHA. If there is nothing on tv, I will play games on my laptop.

I have COCO POPS for breakfast. A big bowl. HEHE.

Ate a chocolate chip muffin.

3 packets of Mac and Cheese in the past 2 weeks.

No exercise. I started doing sit-ups and crunches for 2 days and became too lazy to continue. HAHA.

1 packet of hot and spicy chips.

1 large pizza which lasted 2 dinner and 1 lunch.

Lots of fizzy drinks and sweet drinks because Mrs. Craw always get free drinks back for me. HAHAHA. So delicious.

I FEEL FAT. AHHHH!!!

I bought new pyjamas. CARE BEAR. This is like the only pyjamas that isn't tooooo girly or too ugly. HAHAHA.

My stomach feels weird this few days. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114976958645624667?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114976958645624667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114976958645624667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114976958645624667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114976958645624667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-getting-fat-here.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114967969121664368</id><published>2006-06-07T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:28:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sense bad news.</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling that I need to move. I won’t be able to stay here.

Mrs. Scharkie said that she needs to think about it. She says my new home-stay is really nice. She might think I don’t want to go because of her daughter. But it’s not.

I really felt comfortable and feels like home here. I really do.

My new home-stay mother just called and I felt kind of upset and distress. I’m meeting her this Saturday.

Clara reckons that they will let me stay here.

I don’t know why but I really felt upset about this whole thing.

Damn. I hate mood swing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114967969121664368?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114967969121664368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114967969121664368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114967969121664368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114967969121664368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-sense-bad-news.html' title='I sense bad news.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114959367372387588</id><published>2006-06-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:45:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat night.</title><content type='html'>I love coco pops! YUM. I had them this morning. =))

Played The Sims 2 for almost the whole day till 4pm.

Dane came over to prepare the steamboat. &lt;i&gt;(Yes. Dane is his name.)&lt;/i&gt;

We went to Moonah to get more stuff from the Chinese shop. And then came back and we had steamboat.

I love steamboat. =P

After dinner, Dane and I walked to the video shop and got some dvds. He didn't have enough cash. *rolled eyes* But I got 10 bucks with me. HAHA. I saved the day! LOLX.

Then Mrs. Craw drove Dane home. I tagged along.

On the way there, out of the sudden, I said I didn't want to move out. Mrs Craw says I can stay if I want!! HEHEE.

I guess I'll probably stay here.

When I was quitting my game this afternoon, I had left my IE opened accidentally. A BAD MOVE. Because Dane asked me if I could get internet access from my laptop after we got back. I was like..oops. I said no. HAHAHA. Can't expect me to say, "YES! I'm using unsecured wireless."

Weekends outing again this week! Can't wait.

I really felt at home here. Probably because it's only me and Mrs. Craw most of the time and Dane comes once a week like how my brother comes home every weekend.

Dane volunteered to bring me out to clubbing if I wanted! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114959367372387588?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114959367372387588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114959367372387588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114959367372387588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114959367372387588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/steamboat-night.html' title='Steamboat night.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114950762415951721</id><published>2006-06-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:54:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>She saw &lt;i&gt;mood swing&lt;/i&gt; coming in uninvited.

&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; sat next to her and all of the sudden she felt depressed. She hates it.

She read a couple of blogs.

And think about home.

The sense of belonging is gone again.

Somehow she felt more attached to here than back home.

She wonder how it feels to be back home again.

But now, it seems to be just another word in my dictionary.

A messed up life.

She longed for that someone to appear. Someone who will lead her to where she belongs.

She feels lost.

She held back the tears that were flooding her eyes.

She's tired but she has 6 more months to go before letting go of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114950762415951721?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114950762415951721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114950762415951721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114950762415951721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114950762415951721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114941935197347456</id><published>2006-06-04T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:09:48.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*melts</title><content type='html'>Port Arthur was FUN.

The weather was not so good.

But I ENJOYED the day.

No photos yet because... of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shitty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; internet. =))

&lt;i&gt;Aww. He's so cute. I like his smile. But I guess he sees me as a little sis. He's coming over this tuesday for steamboat. =P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114941935197347456?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114941935197347456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114941935197347456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114941935197347456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114941935197347456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/melts.html' title='*melts'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114916309838338957</id><published>2006-06-01T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:58:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 4 4 4 4 4.</title><content type='html'>4 jobs you've had in your life
1. Waitress
2. Sales assistant
3. Typist (that’s how I get to know EU!)
4. Economy maid (only for my mum.)

4 movies you could watch over and over
1. The Sassy Girl
2. Love Actually
3. 
4. 
Can’t think of any other movies. HAHA.


4 TV shows you love(d) to watch
1. 斗鱼
2. The O.C.
3. 我猜我猜我猜猜猜！
4. 高笑行动

4 places you've lived
1. Bukit Batok/Bukit Gombak/Jurong West. SG
2. Tampines. SG.
3. Macquarie Street. Tas, Aust.
4. New Town. Tas, Aust

4 places you've been on vacation to
1. Malaysia (only been to JB nia! So pathetic.)
2. Thailand 
3. Australia (perth when I was younger. And of coz now.)
4. USA. (Can’t really remember much actually.)

4 places you would rather be
1. Europe with heaps of money.
2. Japan and Korea with a credit card with no limits and someone paying for my bill.
3. Bangkok. I wanna go shopping too. More money please.
4. HOME! (Maybe some place where I have internet access. LOL.)

4 of your favourite foods 
1. Hainanese Chicken rice. White please. And extra chilli sauce.
2. Roti Prata.
3. 201 fried carrot cake. (the white one near the POSB bank.)
4. Mummy’s home cooked food.

4 websites you visit daily
1. &lt;a href=http://babysot.blogspot.com&gt;Babysot&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://blogger.com&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;
2. &lt;a href=http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com&gt;Blinkymummy&lt;/a&gt; Don’t know why I always check her blog. LOLX.
3. Weather bureau website to check out the daily temperature.
4. Blogs. Too many to list actually. HAHAHA.

4 tagged
1. Eu.
2. BAllybOos
3. Lindy mummy. I doubt that she have time to update her blog. I bet she don’t even have time to read my blog!
4. YOU! Yes &lt;i&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;. Stop looking around. Coz I can’t think of someone who reads my blog REGULARLY and has a blog. HHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114916309838338957?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114916309838338957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114916309838338957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114916309838338957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114916309838338957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-4-4-4-4-4.html' title='4 4 4 4 4 4.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114898802387737528</id><published>2006-05-30T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:20:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky baby`soT</title><content type='html'>I'm online because I managed to connect to some unsecured wireless network.

I have been...slacking for the past few days.

Eat, watch &lt;i&gt;TEEBEE&lt;/i&gt; and sleep. HEHEHE.

I really enjoyed my days here.

I think I really made the right choice by fighting for my rights to move out.

The home-stay that I’m living with now is just a temporary one for my holidays and I will move to my new one after the holiday. Mrs. Craw is soooooooo nice to me but the only down side is that she doesn’t have internet access and I keep disconnecting from the unsecured one.

And, the best thing is they have WIRELESS BROADBAND. =D In another word, I don’t have to be sneaky and use other people’s unsecured network and I can be on MSN, skype, mIRC whatever you name it. I know it’s so cool.

I’m going to have STEAMBOAT this Friday and going to PORT ARTHUR on Saturday.

I think having internet is kind of bad because I have not touched my books at all when I planned to start doing my homework and study every Monday to Friday.

I wonder will I ever have time to watch &lt;i&gt;TEEBEE&lt;/i&gt; again when I school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114898802387737528?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114898802387737528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114898802387737528&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114898802387737528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114898802387737528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/sneaky-babysot.html' title='Sneaky baby`soT'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114855370298141749</id><published>2006-05-26T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:37:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>I'm gone for 3 weeks.

NO INTERNET ACCESS.

OMG. I'm so gonna die.

If I'm not back by 3 weeks.

PLEASE CALL MY MUM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114855370298141749?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114855370298141749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114855370298141749&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114855370298141749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114855370298141749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114859653122722459</id><published>2006-05-26T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:35:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school.</title><content type='html'>I'm so not in the mood to have lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114859653122722459?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114859653122722459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114859653122722459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114859653122722459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114859653122722459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114855333443582513</id><published>2006-05-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:35:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last night.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what should I blog about.

Term 1 has finally ended. 15 weeks is a little tooooo long. I'm really do need the break.

It's my last night ever here. NO WAY I'm coming back. Even if I want to come back, there won't be any rooms for me. HEHEHE.

I'm feeling...excited, happy and a little sad.

I miss home.

Just a second ago, I was told that my grandmother past away this morning. I wasn't really surprise as I know about her conditions. But it's sad to know that. Death is like...surrounding me. &lt;a href="http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-realised-something.html"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; left us first with another year 12 leaver from Guilford Young College in a car accident, another year 12 leaver from Hutchins in another car accident last week and today I heard about the soccer coach's funeral.

Yes. Life is fragile, isn't it?

*Sorry Eu. NO LONG POST. LOLX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114855333443582513?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114855333443582513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114855333443582513&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114855333443582513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114855333443582513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night.html' title='The last night.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114847471438261628</id><published>2006-05-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:45:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All packed.</title><content type='html'>I'm all packed up and ready to go.

I feel like I'm going home.

The same feeling as I had &lt;a href="http://babysot.blogspot.com/2005/11/coming-soon.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;.

So excited.

My stomach feels weird!!

I only used 1 day to finish pack up everything.

I really don't know what am I going to do with the accounting work he gave us.

So sleepy now.

I wanna go sleep.

I'm actually so afraid that I will not have internet access for 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114847471438261628?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114847471438261628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114847471438261628&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114847471438261628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114847471438261628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-packed.html' title='All packed.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114838538510566849</id><published>2006-05-23T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:56:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proofreading.</title><content type='html'>I really need to learn to proofread before I post.

It probably will help me with my English Essays.

Correct me, ON THE SPOT, if I made any gramma mistakes okie?

LOLX.

On the other hand, my "friend" SABOTAGE me to do the structuring of essay for my group. I think among the 5 of us, my essay structure is probably the &lt;s&gt;WORST&lt;/s&gt; W-O-R-S-T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114838538510566849?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114838538510566849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114838538510566849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114838538510566849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114838538510566849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/proofreading.html' title='Proofreading.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114838134976420299</id><published>2006-05-23T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:01:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 3 nights.</title><content type='html'>This is like the last 3 nights left for me here. Sounds pretty cool, eh? I really want to move out and stay alone. LOLX. This will have to wait..for next year or the next next year.

I don't really have the mood to do my homework. I'm kinda...stress because I know I have things to do yet no mood to do. HAHAHA. Unlike &lt;a href="http://ballyhoos.blogspot.com"&gt;bAllybOos&lt;/a&gt; who is stressed about exams. HAHAHA. Actually ballybOos was a typo error and I didn't picked that up until ballyhOos highlighted it to me. LOL.


Packed some of my clothes for homestay. Need to wash the rest tomorrow and hope that it will dry by friday morning.

During physics class today...
Boy 1:Where will you be on Friday night?
Boy 2 (the guy with the blue eyes! *melts*): In the air!
Boy 1: Oh. Where are you going?
Boy 2: Singapore.
Boy 1: How long will you be staying there?
Boy 2: Don't know, coz we are going to London after.
Boy 1: Singapore is so COOL.

When I heard that, I feel so proud to be born in Singapore. hAHAHA. Not that I don't feel proud at all. But just that I really proud at that moment. LOL.

Then in English Class today...
we had to write something down for an exercise.

I was thinking how I wanted to write it...and in my mind...&lt;i&gt;I is...&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There is no such thing as I IS in English class! LOLX. I think I'm so used to it now. It seems like everyone is using it. It's like a second nature to me now. hAHAHA. Ahchek recommended me to start something like... I ARE.

But sounds so...awful. LOLX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114838134976420299?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114838134976420299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114838134976420299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114838134976420299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114838134976420299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-3-nights.html' title='Last 3 nights.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114830159862191374</id><published>2006-05-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:55:06.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday 18th Birthday JAylnn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/31st_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/320/31st_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
















Hey. Happy 18th birthday.

Hope you enjoy your day.

I know you like my present. Because it is from me! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114830159862191374?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114830159862191374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114830159862191374&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114830159862191374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114830159862191374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-18th-birthday-jaylnn.html' title='Happy Birthday 18th Birthday JAylnn!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114829992959164024</id><published>2006-05-22T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:54:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last week.</title><content type='html'>My last week.

=))

I didn't go to the fashion parade. I'm kinda sad.

Heaps to do this week.

Other than my homework, I have to pack up my stuff for 3 weeks.

Have like heaps of homework to hand in actually.

So dead again.

I was talking about my reports with a couple of friends during lunch today. Their results is like...straight A's. I think the green tea I just drank make me as green as it. HAHAH. Gonna work HARDER next term. I so wanna get an academic excellence award. Just one and I'll be glad. HEHE.

Didn't ate much during dinner which results in me feeling hungry now.

Btw, Caroline gave me a box of oreo for making up the oreo ice-cream I ordered but did not come.

I sooooo wanna watch Da Vinci Code but I'll probably don't understand it. HAHAHA.

Memoirs of a geisha? Should I watch it?
*shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114829992959164024?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114829992959164024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114829992959164024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114829992959164024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114829992959164024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-last-week.html' title='My last week.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114818026326305885</id><published>2006-05-21T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:08:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>TELL ME WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS PHOTO!!


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/glass_of_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/320/glass_of_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;












1) You still have half a glass of water.

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Now, that is what I think.

Friends will tell me, "You still have half a glass of water."

Foes will tell me, "Oh no! You only have half a glass of water left!"

So what was your answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114818026326305885?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114818026326305885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114818026326305885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114818026326305885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114818026326305885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114813090637712602</id><published>2006-05-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:15:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfire Night.</title><content type='html'>We decided to go to the Bonfire Night because it will be my last year here. HEHE.

The cab took like 20 minutes before it comes.

It's only like 7pm when I took this picture.

&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/4397/bonfirenight2005060017uh.jpg" /&gt;

It was kinda boring when we reach there.

We went to the place where the lit the bonfire.

Those kids in front of me were rather irritating.

&lt;img src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/6392/bonfirenight2005060145st.jpg" /&gt;

They kept shoving around. GRR!

Those fireman starts to work!!

&lt;img src="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/4557/bonfirenight2005060183qc.jpg" /&gt;

So cool.

They started the fire!!

&lt;img src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/3462/bonfirenight2005060197ki.jpg" /&gt;

And it gets BIGGER!

&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4172/bonfirenight2005060228pb.jpg" /&gt;

Of course we have to take a photo in front of the bon fire.

&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/9906/bonfirenight2005060604yl.jpg" /&gt;

HEHE.

And the fireworks started.

No wow factor.

I miss the free fireworks in The Lion City!!!

Then before we left, we wanted to take photo with the firemen and fire engine.

So we hang around that area because some ladies were there. I reckon they are their wives. LOLX. We waited for awhile and we had to leave so we just took a picture in front of the fire engine.

&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/3700/bonfirenight2005060572og.jpg"&gt;

Then the lady came and ask us,"Do you want me to help you take a photo?" We hesitated. The lady asked again, "Or do you want to take the photo with them?" HAHAHAH. Both of us reply with much enthusiasm,"YES!" LOLX.

They were really nice. They try to help us find a spot that is good because most of the time it's too dark. LOLX.

&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/347/bonfirenight2005060591wt.jpg"&gt;

FAIL!! NEXT!

&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/5016/bonfirenight2005060633jq.jpg"&gt;

This is the results after like 5 shots. Although it's blur but it's alright. At least we can be seen. HAHAHAH.

It was kinda EMBARRASSING! HAHAHA. BUT NO REGRETS. LOLX.

We thank them and kinda walk away quickly and were laughing all the way. HAHAHAHA.

We called for a cab and guess what? It was the same cab that we took there. LOLX.

I smells like after going to a bbq. LOLX.

Took a shower and called EU.

Now I'm going to bed soon. HAVE TO DO MY HOMEWORK TOMORROW.

I have so much to do.

Gonna be dead soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114813090637712602?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114813090637712602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114813090637712602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114813090637712602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114813090637712602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/bonfire-night.html' title='Bonfire Night.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114810696957547973</id><published>2006-05-20T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:38:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>The morning on my birthday, I was frightened by a dream.

I was dreaming quite a lot of things that night and each dream is totally UNRELATED.

I dreamt of a snake and a mouse...and the snake actually swallow the whole mouse and for some reason I didn't realised it until I went to touch the snake and hear a loud "KRACK!". o.O I woke up in a fright.

I didn't have time to google about this dream until now.

So I was looking around in &lt;a&gt;Dream Moods&lt;/a&gt; and I found this....

&lt;b&gt;Snake&lt;/b&gt;
To see a snake or be bitten by one in your dream, signifies &lt;u&gt;hidden fears and worries that are threatening you. Your dream may be alerting you to something in your waking life that you are not aware of or that has not yet surfacedM&lt;/u&gt;. The snake may also be seen as phallic and thus symbolize dangerous and forbidden sexuality (LOLX! I saw a book that says something about this too!). &lt;u&gt;The snake may also refer to a person around you who is callous, ruthless, and can't be trusted.&lt;/u&gt; As a positive symbol, &lt;strong&gt;snakes represent transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive changes.&lt;/strong&gt; (I hope so.)

I don't know to look at rats or mice, so I looked at both.

&lt;b&gt;Rat&lt;/b&gt;
To see rats in your dream, signifies feelings of &lt;u&gt;doubts&lt;/u&gt;, guilt and/or &lt;u&gt;envy&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;You are having unworthy thoughts that you are keeping to yourself but are eating you up inside. Alternatively, it denotes repulsion.&lt;/u&gt; The dream may also be a pun on someone who is a rat.

To see a black rat, represents deceit and covert activities.

To see a white rat in your dream, denotes that in your time of distress, you will receive assistance from an unexpected source.


&lt;b&gt;Mice &lt;/b&gt;
To see mice in your dream, symbolizes &lt;u&gt;domestic problems&lt;/u&gt;, business loss, deceit, and &lt;u&gt;insincere friends. It represents minor problems in which you are spending too much time dwelling on.&lt;/u&gt;

To dream that you kill a mouse, signifies that you will overcome your rivals.

To dream that a mouse jumps on you or into your clothing, foretells of scandal in which you will largely figure in.

&lt;u&gt;To dream that you or someone is eating mice, indicates that there is something that has been nagging your conscience and you need to get off your chest.&lt;/u&gt;


Those underlined parts are so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114810696957547973?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114810696957547973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114810696957547973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114810696957547973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114810696957547973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114810330296552629</id><published>2006-05-20T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:40:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My belated birthday post + some nonsense stuff.</title><content type='html'>I did have a nice birthday this year. HEHE. Thanks to everyone here and also my friends back in &lt;i&gt;The Lion City&lt;/i&gt;.

I received lots of presents from everyone.

First, is The Sims 2 I got from Jaylnn earlier in the year. =))

Then I received a..青蛙王子 (frog prince) from Tieb~!?

&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/3460/random2005060175pm.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/3438/random2005060183vp.jpg" /&gt;

I wonder if I kiss it, will it turn into a prince? HAHAHAHA.

A bangle from Ploy. (Both pictures turned out BLUR!)

&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/4007/random2005060167ru.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/573/random2005060145lv.jpg" /&gt;

A bling bling mobile phone strap from Gabbie.

&lt;img src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/4483/random2005060128jo.jpg" /&gt;

A mug from Clara. So cute!

&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/649/random2005060155pk.jpg" /&gt;

A jar of lollies and a bar of Picnic from Amy.

&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/1816/random2005060239of.jpg" /&gt;

I wonder how can I finish those lollies.

I also got a bling bling PINK keyring from Shannon.

&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/292/random2005060208lg.jpg" /&gt;

The colours turn out really bad.

A red rose from Lizzie.

&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/9200/random2005060369em.jpg" /&gt;

Only it is fake. =X

A teddy bear from Santhy.

&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/3763/random2005060373tb.jpg" /&gt;

Now Dufus has a new friend. But I'm not sure if they will get along well or not. *Worried* WHAT IF THEY FIGHT IN THE NIGHT AND WHEN I WAKE UP AND FIND ONE OF THEM DEAD~!? I have to start counselling Dufus soon. LOLX.

I also received a packet of 话梅 from Carolyn.

&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/7352/random2005060213er.jpg" /&gt;

But I don't eat plums. 酸酸甜甜。=
And also a birthday call from EU all the way back in &lt;i&gt;the lion's stomach&lt;/i&gt;!! So touched. =)) I think that was the best birthday present because I was truely happy about it.

Thankiew EVERYONE.

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Quite a few people comment that those bling bling presents were so ME?

I wonder why.

They said that it's so girlish and princess-y, just like me. o.O

I remember someone commented that pink is very me as well~!?

&lt;i&gt;I VERY GIRLY MEH? Okie lar only sometimes. LOLX. I am a girl OKIE!!&lt;/i&gt;

Lolx.

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Enough of my birthday.

I had nothing to do this morning and I decided to go Salamanca market to have a walk. I was craving for milkshakes.LOLX. So we went to town and we saw the Tasmania policemen band or something like that. I can't remember. HEHE.

&lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/2937/random2005060016ba.jpg" /&gt;

They were performing on the streets.

This man is so old I reckon.

&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/4039/random2005060024ex.jpg" /&gt;

I don't know why but I find the sight of him kinda hilarious.

&lt;img src="http://img276.imageshack.us/img276/6313/random2005060055we.jpg" /&gt;

Why is she looking so grouchy?

&lt;img src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/3933/random2005060065lo.jpg" /&gt;

Don't know why I can't upload any video.

Anyway..didn't really stayed for long.

On the way back I bought..

&lt;img src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/3343/random2005060083vi.jpg" /&gt;

From SUSH. YUM!

Then there is lunch.

&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/1096/random2005060094je.jpg" /&gt;

=))

And of coz the AFTERMATH!

&lt;img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/1371/random2005060247lx.jpg" /&gt;

HEHEHE.

I need fruits!!

There is Miss Apple and Miss Mandarin. And also Mr Choco Chip Muffin!!

&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/2746/random2005060256vs.jpg" /&gt;

They look boring. They need to play dressed up!!

&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9857/random2005060351zo.jpg" /&gt;

XD

I need to go back to my books now.

Calling mum and EU tonight.

I know everyone miss me heaps.

So before I go I shall post a lovely photo of me. LOLX.

&lt;img src="http://img447.imageshack.us/img447/5493/random2005060193ke.jpg"&gt;

&lt;i&gt;Wah lao eh!&lt;/i&gt; Turned out quite ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114810330296552629?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114810330296552629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114810330296552629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114810330296552629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114810330296552629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-belated-birthday-post-some-nonsense.html' title='My belated birthday post + some nonsense stuff.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114804516319029467</id><published>2006-05-19T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:00:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is happy.</title><content type='html'>I still have my Physics ASSignment with me. I did not finish it. I did not hand it in. X)

I got my Term 1 reports today!! Comments were generally good. HEHEHE. I have a few C's in Physics and Math Specialised though. Fair enough. At least my perfect 10 is not shown on the reports. I feel so proud of myself. LOL.

They broke the news to me that they are letting me go on a homestay.
I felt really confused.
I wanna blog about it but I know someone is reading my blog.
Sometimes I just &lt;s&gt;with&lt;/s&gt; wish that no one I know knows about my blog.

Drama performance was great. The ending was really nice. Sorry Eu that I didn't call you. HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114804516319029467?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114804516319029467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114804516319029467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114804516319029467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114804516319029467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-is-happy.html' title='I is happy.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114795547018134201</id><published>2006-05-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:31:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed knows me by name.</title><content type='html'>I'm so so so so so stressed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114795547018134201?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114795547018134201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114795547018134201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114795547018134201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114795547018134201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed-knows-me-by-name.html' title='Stressed knows me by name.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114794347278333375</id><published>2006-05-18T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:32:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 hours.</title><content type='html'>I wish I have 36 hours a day.

So much things to do. So little time.

I need to race against the remaining hours!!!

You might ask "Why the **** am I still blogging?"

Because I am having my desert now. Peppermint Ice Cream. YUM.

I hope I can finish my Physics ASSignment in 90 minutes so that I have time to do my math.

I really have SO much thing I want to blog about before I forgets them. Hopefully I have time this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114794347278333375?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114794347278333375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114794347278333375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114794347278333375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114794347278333375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/36-hours.html' title='36 hours.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114785643082437804</id><published>2006-05-17T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:17:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ.</title><content type='html'>zzz [zz]
n
representation of sleeping or snoring: a representation of the sound made by somebody sleeping or snoring, often used in cartoons (humorous)
Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2003. © 1993-2002 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

LOL.

I am so so so tired.

It's just wednesday!! I have 2 more school days of school for this week.

7 more school days before my 3 weeks holiday!!!

HEHEE. I need the holiday. I'm mentally exhausted.

And I found out about my homestay for the holiday. =))

Someone I know. Cool.

Have to start packing next week.

I need the holiday!!

I'm going back to my books now.

ZZZ.

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luW4f2glk0Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;

*updates at 9:30pm: Btw, the accounting test was wicked! I got ALL my digits right! The only thing I did not write down is the balance for depreciation. I'm not sure if I will be marked down or not. So proud of myself.

And my english assignment is ALMOST COMPLETED. I just need to like..brush up some of the answers and ask the teacher the last question tomorrow. Hope I will do extra well in the Math test tomorrow. I have heaps of work to do tomorrow. Math specialised and Physics. All due on FRIDAY!! AHH!! I think I better start on it NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114785643082437804?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114785643082437804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114785643082437804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114785643082437804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114785643082437804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/zzz.html' title='ZZZ.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114769277850769872</id><published>2006-05-15T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:04:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;For some reason...I CAN'T CONNECT TO THE INTERNET!!

AHH!!!

*Going crazy soon*

Will update tomorrow if I can come online.&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*edited 16th May 2006 10:00pm&lt;/span&gt;

Internet is up and running but I don't have time to blog!!!!

Wish me luck for the ACCOUNTING TEST TOMORROW. My teacher told us that there is no theory question. Yeah!! &lt;i&gt;*Cheering and clapping in the background*&lt;/i&gt; I so did not study for it. =))

Btw, I got a little teeny winny help from EU. LOLX. Only to tell me that she had forgotten most of it. =P

P.S: An entry on my birthday will be coming up this weekend!!! I know you can't wait for it. HEHEHE.

Too much work to catch up.

Cya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114769277850769872?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114769277850769872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114769277850769872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114769277850769872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114769277850769872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/network-down.html' title='Network down.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114760606850779431</id><published>2006-05-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:01:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dawnieeee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/thumb_drizzle_fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/320/thumb_drizzle_fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate cake with courtesy of &lt;a href="http://jaylnnnobodywillcare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaylnn&lt;/a&gt;. =D

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little cup cake with courtesy of Liangqin aka 小猫！！

HEHEHE.

Thank you everyone.

&lt;i&gt;*Throws &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;into the air!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114760606850779431?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114760606850779431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114760606850779431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760606850779431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760606850779431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-dawnieeee.html' title='Happy Birthday Dawnieeee!!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114760677947190174</id><published>2006-05-14T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:00:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath.</title><content type='html'>I swear after I finish this English ASSignment, I will be an expert in the song "Family Portrait" by Pink.

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmxElB24Wdc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;

Of course while I am working on my English ASSignment, my mouse began to be a little naught and decided to click around &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;.

And I found this really retarded version of My Sassy Girl.

Enjoy.

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqFXPBSg-sU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;

Hehehe.

&lt;i&gt;Funny, hor?&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanted: Physics GURU to help me get through this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114760677947190174?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114760677947190174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114760677947190174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760677947190174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760677947190174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114760589503401251</id><published>2006-05-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:24:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mummy day.</title><content type='html'>HEHE.

I called my mum for a less than a minute just to wish her Happy Mummy Day. LOLX.

I didn't buy anything for her this year.

Reason being that I always buy cakes for her during occasions because I don't want to buy the "wrong thing" for her and end up collecting dust. And I rather give her money for her to go shopping. There is no point giving ordering a cake online and stuff like this because...my brother will most probably not be at home and that means she will have to cut the cake and eat it alone!! She will feel lonely. =(

Sigh. I miss mummy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114760589503401251?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114760589503401251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114760589503401251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760589503401251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114760589503401251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mummy-day.html' title='Happy mummy day.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114758632914205172</id><published>2006-05-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:01:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you.</title><content type='html'>I seriously need someone to constantly remind me to study hard because I have heaps of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;ignments to do and a test to study for this week.

17th May - Accounting Test.
18th May - English ASSignment.
19th May - Physics ASSignment Application.
24th May - Physics ASSignment 7.
26th May - English homework.

So much to be done before the holidays. ZZZ.

I have another Math test coming soon and I can't remember when.

So will you please SMS/MSN/Skype/Tag or comment on my blog to &lt;s&gt;ask&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;tell&lt;/s&gt; FORCE me to study hard?

&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114758632914205172?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114758632914205172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114758632914205172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114758632914205172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114758632914205172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-you.html' title='I need you.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114756101843663549</id><published>2006-05-14T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:58:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer Blogskin!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!

The reason I changed the blogskin is because...

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really like to click around my blog. =X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This blogskin does not take very long to load.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now my day starts with the right mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114756101843663549?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114756101843663549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114756101843663549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114756101843663549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114756101843663549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/newer-blogskin.html' title='Newer Blogskin!'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114752425568521628</id><published>2006-05-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:44:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahpek comment that he don't like this skin and he threaten me that if I don't change back to the old layout, he shall not return to my blog!!

&lt;i&gt;ABC leh, you!&lt;/i&gt;

Today is so not productive. I only managed to complete 2 pages of Math and I still have another 2 pages to go.

Looking on the bright side, I started on my English ASSignment on song lyrics analysis.

I am hungry. ZZZ.

I ate a bowl of chicken hor fun. YUM. A slice of chocolate cake. Light dinner.

The food today does not seems appetising.

&lt;i&gt;And also the fact that I gained like 2 or 3kg since the beginning of the term. &lt;/i&gt;

The day after tomorrow is coming soon.

Is my present ready? *ahem*

=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114752425568521628?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114752425568521628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114752425568521628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114752425568521628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114752425568521628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahpek-comment-that-he-dont-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114750365275974583</id><published>2006-05-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T15:00:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin.</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!

New blogskin after so long.

HEHEHE.

I like this skin.

The only problem is that I can't load videos anymore because it becomes so laggy.

And my tag board is so slow as well!!!

GRR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114750365275974583?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114750365275974583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114750365275974583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114750365275974583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114750365275974583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114743717900385670</id><published>2006-05-12T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:32:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic.</title><content type='html'>He is my new idol.

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyAg7MZ336Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyAg7MZ336Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rv97tLbxKmU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rv97tLbxKmU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEdu9tG9HcI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEdu9tG9HcI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114743717900385670?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114743717900385670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114743717900385670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114743717900385670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114743717900385670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/magic.html' title='Magic.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114743632715966350</id><published>2006-05-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:18:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(12-05-06).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2812-05-06%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Benny drew this on my hands today in Physics class and it cost him 5 chocolate frogs. LOLX. I really should take this photo before my shower. Now that all the colours have faded and you can't see much.

The best thing is...I managed to sell ALL my chocolate frogs today. Which is like half the box. HEHEHE. It's fun selling them. =)) That's one of the reason for me being such a happy girl today.

Second reason has to be my Physics test. I got 25 out of 40. I know it's not a big deal but I PASSED THE TEST!!! I got a C+. I'm just 1 mark short to get a B. My teacher said that he can't give me that 1 mark...and he has been generous in other questions. Fair enough. But AT LEAST I PASSED MY TEST!! WOOHOO! But I still fail my theory questions. 3 out of 11. I couldn't do 3 out of the 4 questions. So..yeah. I'm soooo gonna study hard for Physics now. HEHEHE.

The third reason is that I got back my English essay back and I got 4 A- and 2 B+. This pumped my whole English report to STRAIGHT B's!!!! And my teacher comment that he feels my essay is one of the best in class. HEHEHE. Don't know if what he said is true or not but who cares. LOLx. I just need to get like heaps of B's to get a decent result.

Fourth reason. My birthday is coming!!! 3 more days!!! =))

Fifth! It's Friday. Need I say more?

Sixth? There is no number 6.

HEHEHE.


2 more weeks to the holiday. Might not be able to blog during that 3 weeks holiday. Depending on where I'm staying. I think they had already found a homestay for me because all I heard is that they still need homestays for 3 more people. I really hope to be staying somewhere nearby. I don't want to go too far away. I don't want to stay soooooooooo far away that I cannot get any phone signal. That will sucks big time. I rather they put me with the principal than somewhere far. LOLX.

I'm going to get my reports soon!!! Next Friday. How exciting. I already knew that I wouldn't be getting academic excellence award because I got 2 C's in Math Specialised and a few more C's in Physics and probably a t(fail).

I'm so addicted to youtube again.

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDpYTNYQH-U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
Cookie Monster on a cook show. 

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXN8ahFxiHY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXN8ahFxiHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
This is funny!! Cookie Monster dancing.

HEHE. 

I'm gonna watch Memoirs of a Geisha. I have to write my own memoirs in English class. Cool, eh? I'll probably post it when I finish it. HEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114743632715966350?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114743632715966350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114743632715966350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114743632715966350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114743632715966350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-happy.html' title='I am happy.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114733269831035485</id><published>2006-05-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:32:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't afford to buy me a nokia 6280?

HEHEHE.

You can always buy me...

&lt;a href="http://www.kennethcole.com/scripts/shop/productrx.asp?pid=6254&amp;cc=RWFRG&amp;amp;amp;title=&amp;pw=thumbnail&amp;amp;var=0&amp;srchtype=&amp;amp;srcharg=&amp;size=0"&gt;Kenneth Cole Reaction For Her&lt;/a&gt;.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/RX_Fragrance_det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/RX_Fragrance_det.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



Thank you...HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114733269831035485?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114733269831035485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114733269831035485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114733269831035485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114733269831035485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/cant-afford-to-buy-me-nokia-6280.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114729870983189126</id><published>2006-05-11T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:14:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think....sadness is like flu.

It spreads.

And when it spreads.

One will get better.

I think I am evil!!

MUAHAHAHHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114729870983189126?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114729870983189126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114729870983189126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114729870983189126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114729870983189126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114726090763149203</id><published>2006-05-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:35:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Dufus%20(02-04-06)%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Dufus%20%2802-04-06%29%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
You know what?

I was blog hopping when I saw &lt;a href="http://spinningolie.blogspot.com/2006/05/idle-conversation.html"&gt;Olie&lt;/a&gt; has the same teddy bear!!!!

What a SMALL SMALL WORLD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114726090763149203?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114726090763149203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114726090763149203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114726090763149203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114726090763149203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-what-i-was-blog-hopping-when.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114717709553806603</id><published>2006-05-09T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:18:15.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com"&gt;Blinkymummy&lt;/a&gt;,

I IS A TYPICAL SINGAPOREAN!!

&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In my definition, the 'Average Singaporean' is one who
consistently feels doubtful about:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whether he has the academic ability and/or financial
ability to complete tertiary education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whether he will be able to find a job upon
graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whether he can keep that job and feed his
family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

It's SO SO SO SO TRUE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114717709553806603?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114717709553806603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114717709553806603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717709553806603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717709553806603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/according-to-blinkymummy-i-is-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114717454570543562</id><published>2006-05-09T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:35:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Freddo%20Frogs%20(09-05-06)%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Freddo%20Frogs%20%2809-05-06%29%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm selling Freddo Chocolate...for fundraising. It's for charity.
&lt;p&gt;They are a dollar each. Come and get 1 from me!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114717454570543562?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114717454570543562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114717454570543562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717454570543562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717454570543562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/chocolate-anyone.html' title='Chocolate, anyone?'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114717405336539833</id><published>2006-05-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:27:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Autumn%20(08-05-06).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Autumn%20%2808-05-06%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Autumn. It's turning cold. Leaves are falling. Trees are going bald. Winter is coming. &lt;/em&gt;

I had my Physics test today. I don't know how I did. It's either I will pass the test with flying colours or fail the test with another &lt;a href="http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-my-physics-test-back.html#links"&gt;Perfect 10&lt;/a&gt;.

The day went by...kinda terrible.

I keep reminding myself that I did very well in accounting test. I should be happy about it. But somehow, I'm still upset about something.

I just want to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114717405336539833?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114717405336539833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114717405336539833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717405336539833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114717405336539833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/autumn.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114700473950813803</id><published>2006-05-07T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:25:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(07-05-06)%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2807-05-06%29%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


A boring Sunday!

I decided to stay in this weekend to study for my Physics test. I still have like 2 chapters and assignments to go through. HEHEHE. Then hopefully I will be ready to do the test on Tuesday.

I have a mission on tuesday. A shopping trip to get a present. =)) Actually I have like 1 week to get the present.

BOOKS are driving me CRAZY.

Let's take some photo.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(07-05-06)%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2807-05-06%29%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(07-05-06)%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2807-05-06%29%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(07-05-06)%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2807-05-06%29%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I don't know why I did that face in the last photo. That was really random. Bah.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/Random%20(07-05-06)%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/200/Random%20%2807-05-06%29%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this photo.

I really need a phone!!! Nokia 6280!!!

I'm so gonna put a note outside my door which says...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I AM NOT FREE TO TALK...unless you want to buy me a nokia 6280 for my birthday."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA.

I had a talk with Michelle this afternoon...and I really miss everyone. They are the true meaning of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I can't wait to go back and meet up with them.

=))

Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114700473950813803?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114700473950813803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114700473950813803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114700473950813803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114700473950813803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-sunday-i-decided-to-stay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114692401796789770</id><published>2006-05-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:00:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.

Why am I always hungry after 11:30pm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114692401796789770?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114692401796789770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114692401796789770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114692401796789770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114692401796789770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114691950077409894</id><published>2006-05-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:45:00.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so scared of the cold this year.

Winter is gonna be loooooooooooooooooooooooong this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114691950077409894?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114691950077409894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114691950077409894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114691950077409894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114691950077409894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-scared-of-cold-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114691476122990589</id><published>2006-05-06T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:26:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished doing 1 math worksheet today. That's about it.

I need to start studying for my Physics soon.

I SO WANNA GET BIRKIE!! How I wished I got it last year. *sulk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114691476122990589?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114691476122990589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114691476122990589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114691476122990589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114691476122990589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finished-doing-1-math-worksheet.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114688639958664098</id><published>2006-05-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:33:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking want to slap someone now. Let's call her ABC.

First, ABC complains to everyone saying that I wake her up every weekend at about 10am because I wanted to get breakfast. So, obviously I stop waking her up to ask her go down from breakfast. Then she wakes up at about lunch time and ask me to go have lunch with her. I told her that I'm not hungry because I had noodles at 10am. Then she will start to go on and on waiting in my room asking me to go have something to eat just to accompany her down. Then she started complaining that I did not wait for her to have breakfast. I was like what the? You can't blame me for being hungry at 10am when sometimes I woke up like 8am in the morning. I can't just sleep in like how everyone else does. I just can't do that. Fine. I can't be bothered to say anything so I just let everything go. It's not worth having an arguement over it. But you know what? Today, I had breakfast at 8:30am. ABC woke up at like 11:30am asking me to go down to have lunch with her. I said, "I've already eaten and not hungry". You know what she said? "Do you know breakfast makes you fat? You shouldn't eat breakfast blah blah blah." She was the same person who told XYZ (another girl) that breakfast is the most important meal of the day blah blah blah. I actually wanted to say..."Hey, I have taken my breakfast just now and I'm not hungry now. If I eat now I will get fat. So I don't want to go down with you." HAHAHA. But I didn't. I accompanied her to have lunch anyway.

ABC was also the very same person who keep telling me that I should go see a doctor for my leg and stuff like that. She says that nurses at health centre in school are not good. Doctor will be able to tell you what is wrong and stuff. Then after I went to the doctor, she changed her words and said "See I told you, It's just an infection. There is nothing wrong." *rolled eyes*

What is wrong with her?

RRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114688639958664098?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114688639958664098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114688639958664098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114688639958664098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114688639958664098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-freaking-want-to-slap-someone-now.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114687644670132102</id><published>2006-05-06T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:47:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie!

So, my birthday is coming right?

You wanna know what I want?

=))

I want a phone.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/1600/nokia6280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4829/498/320/nokia6280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Nokia 6280 to be exact.

I desperately need a phone. (Okie, I'm exaggerating.) I'm currenly living with my friend's phone. My phone sorta die. I love my old phone. There is a camera and bluetooth. Actually that's all I need. I needed a camera and bluetooth on the phone. Nothing much. It has to be pretty by the way. I don't really like bulky phone. Small one will be nice.

And I'm so in love with this N6280.

So, will you pretty please buy it for me?

LOL.

P.S This post is just so pointless because I know no one is gonna get it for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114687644670132102?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114687644670132102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114687644670132102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114687644670132102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114687644670132102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/okie-so-my-birthday-is-coming-right.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114683209254478282</id><published>2006-05-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:28:12.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm...so jealous right now.

They are going home in the holidays. Everyone is like counting down and waiting to go home.

Me? I'm counting down to go to a homestay. How exciting!? I do want to move to a homestay but not for the holidays. Those homestay are never good because they need to look for heaps of homestay for everyone and so they just take whoever is willing. Hope I get a good one anyway.

I felt much much better today. Things has been going well except feeling sad for an hour because people are talking about going home. =((

I'm done with The OC. I wanna watch the 2nd season!!! HEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114683209254478282?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114683209254478282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114683209254478282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114683209254478282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114683209254478282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/im.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114674371638369986</id><published>2006-05-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:55:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised something.

Each year as my birthday is approaching, I will get reall moody. I really meant that. I don't know why. And it sucks. It's like 11 more days.

What will my birthday be like this year?

*Shrug*

Kate, a girl who graduated from my school last year, was in a car accident last night and had left all of us. Although I don't know her but it's kinda weird to know that someone who is from your school left. I reckon she is a prefect but I'm not sure. Lots of crying happen in the school for the whole day. I do remember seeing her last year in school. She was involved in some school activities which I don't remember. I heard girls from last year who were in other states are flying back as soon as they can. There is like no lessons going on for today because attendance is not counted today and many people were not in class. I can feel that the atmosphere is really sad.

Kate, May you rest in peace.

I wasn't really happy myself today. I know people around me cares about how I feel but I really do need some time off. I need to be A.L.O.N.E. I feel better now. I'm those kind of person who just want to be alone when I'm not feeling good. And I don't know what to say to people when they cry. The most I will just give them tissue and let them cry on my shoulder.

X))

I finished most of my work for today. Gotta start studying for my Physics test. I can't stuff that up. If not I will be dead. Holidays are approaching. Where am I staying? Not sure.

Bah.

Gonna start studying.

Friday tomorrow.

WHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114674371638369986?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114674371638369986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114674371638369986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114674371638369986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114674371638369986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114666300303465053</id><published>2006-05-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:30:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to bed early last night.

I swear I did. Right after I shut down my lappie.

But you know what?

Murphy's Law applies!!

The fire alarm rang at 4am.

GREAT. Why does it have to ring when I have an accounting test in the morning?

I was so dead this morning. Couldn't concentrate. I was really tired.

And I made a mistake in the test. =(

As if I'm not upset enough, I got my Math test back.

C+. 60%

I really wanted to scream. I lost 10 marks...all because of careless mistake.!!!!

I really need to practise my math during the holidays. I need to do those questions till I'm able to finish it before time and able to check them through at least twice like how I used to do it.

I was kinda surprised that I broke down again today during lunch time. I sat at the bottom of the stairs and all of the sudden I wanted to cry. I went up quickly, up to the boarding house and sat on top of the stairs. I didn't control my tears because no point stopping them. I told myself that after finish crying, I have to get over it and move on. So yeah. I'm over it now. I know the reasons for the tears. C+ is not good enough for me. I could have gotten a B. These kind of results will not let me get an EA or HA, maybe not even a CA. I was worried. I've already stuffed up Physics. I can't stuff up Math. I wanna do my mum proud. She deserves to be proud of me.

It's cold and miserable out the window. I guess someone up there was crying with me during lunch time. Mountain snow today.

Tomorrow will be better.

The next time I feel down, I'll tell myself that &lt;blockquote&gt;"tomorrow will be worse, so smile today."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114666300303465053?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114666300303465053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114666300303465053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114666300303465053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114666300303465053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-bed-early-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114657327811809370</id><published>2006-05-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:34:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the insurance company today.

Managed to claim back $30. So..that means I only spent $40.

I saw this really really nice roxy bag. $40. I wanna get it. But I kinda not like the Roxy word written on it. Doesn't really stands out.

I'm like in one of my worst moods. I just want to be left alone...but apparently it's hard. Everyone just comes to you and stuff like that.

I'm going to bed soon.

Accounting test tomorrow. *Yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114657327811809370?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114657327811809370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114657327811809370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114657327811809370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114657327811809370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-insurance-company-today.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114652451892454773</id><published>2006-05-02T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:40:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something I wanna blog last night....but I forgot because I was busy talking to EU (read: I'm blaming Eu for making me forget what I wanna blog. HEHEHE.) Lolx.

So..I was at the Doctor's yesterday. After she looked at my leg and decided it was jus an infection, she asked me about my face, my hands and other parts of legs. In case you don't know, my face is really Yeah. And she wanted to recommend me some pills which can help to improve my skin. So, I asked her how much does it cost and she said $50 for 3 months. And she goes on talking about it. Then she asked me whether I know what pills is she talking about. I said No. She went out and came back with 3 boxes telling me that they are contraception pills. I was like...What? She mentioned that it helps and blah blah blah. But what I was thinking is the side effects of it. It definitely has some side effects if it is consumed in long terms. And, nah. I didn't get those pills.

=))

I told a couple of friends who went to the doctor with me. And one of took it few years back. At first, I thought that she was talking about some other pills until she mentioned about the same effects of contraception pills. It's a similar kind of pills. She said that she doesn't really care about the side effect because she just want to look pretty now. o.O She was upset when her mum stop letting her take those pills. Mrs Gordon (the lady in health center) told me that she took it for a fews years when she was in school and she mentioned that it was only after 5 years before she get pregnant.

Anyway...I still need to talk to mum about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114652451892454773?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114652451892454773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114652451892454773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114652451892454773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114652451892454773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-is-something-i-wanna-blog-last.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114648844257416525</id><published>2006-05-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:00:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lights out at 10pm?

Hello. I'm a senior. I still have things to do. Homework to finish. Hope she doesn't comes back again. Heard few bad things about her. Not gonna care.

Erm. MSN and Skype might not be working soon. I don't really care anymore because...in just 6-7 more months and I will be gone. Time will flies. Uni life will be better. That's what I hope.

So...Hutchins is having their winter sports. That means, no Physics. How exciting! I will have the whole morning free. HEHEHE. But I probably will take this time to do a little accounting studying. Or even look for Mr Bester for some tutorial if he is free. Will have a Physics test coming soon. OMG. Next tuesday. Hope I will at least PASS.

Talking about test, my Math test goes kinda....alright. I couldn't do a couple of questions and might get some wrong. I'll be happy to get at least a B. But I hope to get an A which I think impossible for this test. You know what happen just now? We missed the bus. We as in Amy and I. We felt so....hopeless at that time. But luckily there was a second bus. We were the last there. But we got our time to do the test. Started at 2pm...stopped at almost 4pm. That is like...110minutes.

I went to the doctor this afternoon. She said just a hair gland infection. Paid $50 + $20 for antibiotics. $70 in total. That means I have no cash to spend this month. Cool. So cool. ARGH!

Going town tomorrow. To claim money. =))

Time for bed.
Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114648844257416525?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114648844257416525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114648844257416525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114648844257416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114648844257416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/05/lights-out-at-10pm-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114640149914764060</id><published>2006-04-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:51:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss u.

I wanna fly back to see you immediately.

You are my greatest support.

X))

And we are still on the same page despite me being away for 2 years.

I love the rapport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114640149914764060?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114640149914764060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114640149914764060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114640149914764060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114640149914764060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-u.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114639745286114879</id><published>2006-04-30T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:44:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooo looking forward to my winter holiday.

Not in the mood to study.

Perhaps it's because Term 1 report is coming out soon and we all have tests and ASSignments rushing to be completed.

2nd Math Specialised test tomorrow. Sequence and Series. I'm scared. I did practise my math but I feel confident yet not confident at the same time. You know that feeling? I don't want to fail it. I don't want a C. I want at least an B or even better, an A. I'll do another practise paper again after i finish blogging. AND I WILL SLEEP BEFORE 11PM!

My birthday is coming!! 15 more days leh.
Kinda dread it. Yet...really looking forward to it.

I think I really can't make up my mind. HAHAHA.
Always have 2 different feelings that contradict one another.

I was fooling around with Ploy and the rest of the girls. And Ploy decided to do some lesbian-y act. =\ Then one of them started lying on me then another one on top! $%^$%$! Almost can't breathe. Then they started taking photo of me. With all those flashes and so many people. I suddenly feel like I'm in the movies where some big shot people were caught having an affair at the hotel then reporters came and took photos for their respective newspaper and magazine. WAHAHAHA. I is going crazy. Dufus can prove that. LOLX.

I'm so into The O.C. now. I've been watching the dvds since friday and I'm up to disc 4 now. Half of the season. WOO! I so wanna watch another disc tonight but I don't have the time.

Okie. I need to go.
Math is more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114639745286114879?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114639745286114879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114639745286114879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114639745286114879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114639745286114879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sooooooooooooooooooooooo-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114631024421735509</id><published>2006-04-29T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:14:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know....it's all a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114631024421735509?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114631024421735509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114631024421735509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114631024421735509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114631024421735509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114630924157283310</id><published>2006-04-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:20:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/wrcbps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I'm damn bored again.

Today..kinda wasted. Sigh.

Somehow after the holiday.....I don't have the mood to study at all. I guess I'm really looking forward to the next holiday which is coming in like a month time!! Woo! But I'm not going home. Too expensive. It's just 3 weeks anyway.

Math test on Monday. I really need to get some serious study tomorrow.


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This is how my leg looks like. SO UGLY. I know. The picture doesn't really show it. But it's swollen a little. Looks really terrible.

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I had to put medication.

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I had to dig out a lump of it and spread it on the boil. Ouchie.

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And a banage to cover it.

Hope the pus will be out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114630924157283310?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114630924157283310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114630924157283310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114630924157283310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114630924157283310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-damn-bored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/wrcbps_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114626981927821091</id><published>2006-04-29T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:16:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? The school is getting more and more ridiculous.

First, they blocked MSN. I've gotten over it. Why do they even want to block MSN? Because people are not studying and talking to friends all the time? HELLO! We won't be using MSN 24 hours a day if MSN is up and running fine. Obviously they didn't think about us again. I mean, the local girls can go home and use internet but what about us? Wait till the end of the year and go back before we can use MSN again? So fine. I've gotten over MSN because I still have mIRC and Skype to talk to people.

But to my horror, I find it so strange that no one is on Skype last evening. And imagine I couldn't log on to mIRC. Connection reset by peer? I was like, What? Immediately my heart sank like a huge stone is dropped on it. I couldn't talk to people at all. It's like being isolated from the rest of the world. Did she really want us to just mix around with the locals? What will happen when we go back? We will have nothing left. We lost contacts with our old friends and most probably won't be meeting people back in school anymore.

And I realised that by talking to people on MSN, I knew a lot about what is happening back in Singapore. Reading news online? It's not the same. They don't tell me the latest gossip in town like the Tammy incident or &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;Colin and Kero&lt;/a&gt;.

First, it's MSN. Now is Skype and mIRC. What's next? Blog and Xanga?

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

There is something crazy going on in my mind right now.

I want to invite the principal to a "Bonding" session with all international students. We are not going to let her know the agenda first. Not even the tutor or Mrs Scharkie. Wahahahaha! And then when we are alone with her, we will let her know how we feel that is getting out of hand and stuff like this. Then when she agree verbally to take back all those nonsense, we will make her write down in Black 'n' White. HAHAHAHA!!

What do you think? I need comments!!!


Actually we somehow thinks that it is like an error with the internet connection thingy going on this weekend. Because we couldn't log on to the intranet as well.

We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114626981927821091?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114626981927821091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114626981927821091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114626981927821091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114626981927821091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-what-school-is-getting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114613956813217163</id><published>2006-04-27T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:06:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English class was kinda bad this morning because I couldn't really do the questions that were given to me. I understand the question, notes were given to us but I still couldn't do it. I looked for the teacher after class. We had a talk about it. I guess I really have to start reading those notes again if I really want to pass this class.

Remember I had something on my right leg? I don't know what it is. Looks like a bite or whatever. It got worse. All red and sore. EXACTLY LIKE LAST YEAR! Mrs Gordon say if it doesn't get better than I have to go see a doctor. o.O Imagine the doctor telling me he/she didn't know what it is again! HAHAHA. Last year, I paid $50 and the doctor said she didn't know what was wrong. Better cross my finger this time.

The rest of the days were fine until dinner time. Firstly, we were told that we will be gated (means grounded and we can't go out) the next day if we are late for dinner. And now, only 6 people are allowed per table. It doesn't make sense, does it? What is wrong with having 7 people on the table and it isn't even cramp.

&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/wk1rgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We are the purple dots. The tutors are the black dots. Yellows are innocent boarders.

We kinda refuse to move when the first tutor came and told us. So, she told another tutor and the other tutor came and tell us again. We kinda refuse to move until she raised her voice.

&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/wk1rte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Then 2 people moved to the last table.

BAH!

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Then when everyone got their food, everyone moved to the last table. WAHAHAHAHA!!

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Then that same tutor came and scolded us. This time, 2 people moved back to the first table. We didn't really gave up.


After we got desert,
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we sat together again. The tutors looked at us again. And this time they asked another tutor to come and tell us. Can't they just give us a break? It's not as if we broke a huge rule in the boarding house. They made us help to clean the dining room and kitchen! It doesn't really make sense to us. So what if they are tutors? So what if they are just doing their duties? Can't they have a little compassion? All of us sitting together are international students and having dinner together is like a little heart warming for us and that is the time when all of us sit down and forgets about what happen during the day. Anyway...2 of us sneaked up to the boarding house to look for Mrs Scharkie who is the boarding house mother. HEHEHE. They complained about the whole incident. The rest of us just stayed and pretend to help. The 2 of them got inro trouble and have to clean the kitchen the whole week.

I know it's just a trivial matter but it really starts to feel like a jail when we can't even do anything we want during dinner. The boarding house has already started to feel soooo cold and unloved. It's just so different from last year.

Then at about 7:15pm while I was talking to ahchek, one of the tutor who I don't really like since last year came in. I think this is like the first time a tutor comes to my room this year to tell me it is prep time and I have to start doing my homework. I had a note outside my door. PLEASE DON'T DISTURB!

She came in,
She: Hello! Are you alone is your room?
&lt;i&gt;*Me looked around my room thinking who else is there?&lt;/i&gt;
She: It's prep time now. You can go to the library to study if you want. The library is open. Blah blah blah.
&lt;i&gt;*Me nodded and continue doing my stuff.&lt;/i&gt;

I'm not the first time in the boarding house, excuse me. If you are looking for someone, you can just say so. You don't have to tell talk that much. And is my note on the door not clear? If I had the note there, doesn't it means that I'm gonna study in my room? Anyway, she is the same tutor who called me "darling little monster" when I had my cookie monster with me last year. ^%$%^#$

I'm not gonna care about them anymore. I gotta continue with my homework.

BTW, ahchek called me! Wahahaha. WAS SO SO SO SO surprise when he tell me he is ahchek. I thought it was my mum because it's a private number. HAHAHAA. Ahchek, actually I lied to you. I'm not doing my homework, I'm blogging when you called. HEHEHE.

Have to go to the Cathedral tomorrow morning. That means I will miss period 1 and 2 but not 3 and 4! Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114613956813217163?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114613956813217163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114613956813217163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114613956813217163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114613956813217163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/english-class-was-kinda-bad-this.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/wk1rgh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114605710210144361</id><published>2006-04-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:11:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it hard to believe you now.

Yeah.

Anyway...I think tonight have to burn the midnight oil again. Sobz. I have not finish my English Assignments. BAH! Although I knew that I can write craps about it because I don't really care about the results. I just need a PASS. =)) Don't have to get straight A's.

The other girl, Lin, who moved to homestay said that lunch wasn't good and she had to make her own dinner tonight because her homestay isn't free today. Sigh. I really want to move. I'll be more than happy to make my own dinner. I'll make her dinner as well! Wahahaha. I'll make fried rice. Or just rice with baked beans. or with Tuna. I used to make those for dinner when I'm home alone.

Regarding my Physics, I haven't got the form yet. So I didn't talk to my teacher. But I realised that most of them couldn't do like half of the assignments. Woohoo! But, I totally don't know how to do the theory questions. =X It felt really good to be able to do the calculations.

Time to go back to my books...

ZZZ.

I hate &lt;i&gt;Bowling for Columbine&lt;/i&gt;, I hope I don't dream about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114605710210144361?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114605710210144361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114605710210144361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114605710210144361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114605710210144361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-find-it-hard-to-believe-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114596629430260975</id><published>2006-04-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:15:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So damn sad.

It's the last day of holiday and I have to go back to school tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to school yet dreading it at the same time. Accounting, Math Specialised an Physics tomorrow. Woohoo. How exciting.

I had a chat with my mum last night and I found myself crying this morning. What we talked last night was really disheartening. But the more I want to prove myself. =)) I told pig about it. I only wanted to talk to someone about it. I didn't want to tell Mrs Scharkie, let alone the principal. No point telling my friends here. Pig is the only one. Although I hardly knew him I felt that he could really understand how I felt. Thank you pig.

Sometimes I really felt that I've grown up. As in I don't rebel anymore. Not like other kids. I know that trust and respect are not to be taken as granted. You have to earn it. They said that the tutors and principal likes me. They think they are biased. But I don't think so. I'm glad that my mum took ages to taught me manners. If not, I won't be what I am today. It's strange that I only start to practice what she taught me after 17 years. LOL.

I met someone today. I think he is going to make an impact in my life. As in I feel that I will learn alot from him. He should be know as &lt;i&gt;AHCHEK&lt;/i&gt; from now on. Wahahaha!! &lt;i&gt;Hello Ahchek! I know you are reading now. LOLX. &lt;/i&gt;

And, regarding my Physics. I will drop it. Because it's like going fishing. When I reel the fishing line, the line was empty. EVEN THE BAIT IS GONE! I put in so much time and effort yet I still couldn't really understand anything. I'm dropping it and I'm serious this time.

Oh ya! The fire drill went off this afternoon! Don't know what triggers off the alarm. I grabbed my laptop this time. The only thing is that...my laptop crashed when I pull out the powerplug! ARGH! I grabbed my laptop this time because I was talking to pig. Wahahaha.

Then Carolyn decided to go to town at 4pm. I didn't want to go at first because I was talking to pig and ahchek. And the fact that today is &lt;a href="http://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac_tradition.htm"&gt;ANZAC DAY&lt;/a&gt;. That means a public holiday which means that town is like GHOST TOWN!! Every shop is close other than the usual big department stores which are forever open. So basically we went to town to KFC to get a small popcorn chicken at $4 which is as small as those starbucks or coffeebean's small hot coffee. Such a ripped off.

I'm not going to blog about other's people stuff. No point writing it down.

Everyone is back into the boarding house!! Wootz!! SO NOISY.

I love those quiet nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114596629430260975?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114596629430260975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114596629430260975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114596629430260975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114596629430260975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-damn-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114588408001402479</id><published>2006-04-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:29:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Although he called last night, it was total disappointment.

He's just another jerk.&lt;/i&gt;

Tomorrow is the last day of holiday. Wasted holiday.

Get what I mean?

I'm never productive during holiday.

I was talking to PIG the whole day. &lt;i&gt;Hello pig!!&lt;/i&gt; =D I reckon we chatted for like the whole day. He's nice. It's nice to chat with someone older than me and did something similiar to what I was doing now. Most probably will be chatting with him again tomorrow.

Physics. I'm dropping it. That's it. Can you imagine me doing topics like Electromagnetism, Waves and Atomic and modern Physics? Yeah. So freaking hard. And I can't even do the gravitational fields questions now. Somehow I feel that if I drop it, it's really a waste because I spent 3 months doing it and working hard for it. It will be a pity if I drop it now. =((

Anyway, I really wonder why girls like to talk in toilet. I never really like to talk in toilets. LOLX. Why? Toilets are full of germs. &lt;i&gt;Don't tell me that my study table has more germs than the toilet.&lt;/i&gt; Okie. Back to what I wanna say. I wanna go toilet and do some business just now. I want to poo, to 大便! LOLX. But there are girls in the toilet talking. o.O Can't they talk somewhere else? I asked them if they can talk at other place but they say no. O.o So...no choice I have to do my own business. You see, the problem is that I couldn't do it when someone is out there. I tried but I can't so I asked them nicely again and even offered to let them talk in my room but they didn't want! #$%^$%^%$% The point is, why do they have to talk in the bathroom? The walls have ears, excuse me. Whatever you say, someone else can hear it. True? But I don't really care now.

Talking about toilet, why do some people like to see who is doing their business in the cubicle? Why so pervert? 好变态！But it's not gonna happen again this year.

I finally managed to log on to MSN for like 5 mins. But I've given up hope on MSN. It will never gonna work again. HAHAHa. So if you wanna talk to me, please d/l &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah. So if you miss me, you will find me on skype. LOLX. &lt;i&gt;Kuku!! Go d/l leh!! I wanna talk to u!! Don't pak your game anymore lar! spend some time and talk to baby! Wahahhaa. And ahpek!! I know you are reading this. LOLX. Go d/l oso lar. coz sms bery the expensive ar!! Wahahaha!!&lt;/i&gt;

I was surprised that he messaged me. Didn't expect that. After like 2 months. Almost 2 months since I last talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114588408001402479?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114588408001402479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114588408001402479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114588408001402479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114588408001402479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/although-he-called-last-night-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114579006433536146</id><published>2006-04-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:46:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need.....</title><content type='html'>a physics guru!!

AHH!!

I feel so stressed up about my remaining homework.

I couldn't do like most of it. SOBZ!!!

Yeah.

&lt;i&gt;He caught my attention with that few words.


I doubt that he will appear again.


How sad.&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;To my surprise, he called again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114579006433536146?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114579006433536146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114579006433536146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114579006433536146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114579006433536146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need.html' title='I need.....'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114569720130365290</id><published>2006-04-22T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:13:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something I want to blog last night but I couldn't remember. STM. HEHE.

BUT NOW I REMEMBER!!

The fire alarm went off last night...again.

I was chatting with Carolyn in my room and the fire alarm went off!!! o.O I quickly grabbed my blanket and went down to the meeting area. I thought that I won't be that cold with my blanket but who knows that there are no other tutors in the boarding house so I have to go with the tutor on duty to meet the firemen!! Now, how cool is that? LOLX. Too bad I'm using Amy's phone and it doesn't have a camera on it. I had to wait at the courtyard my shorts. =\ I had to lend Carolyn my blanket. It wasn't that cold after a while. AND AFTER I WENT BACK TO MY ROOM, I SUDDENLY SMELL SOMETHING BURNIG! But it's just for a few seconds and the smell is gone. HOW STRANGE!!?? I actually thought that my powerboard is burning!! HEHE.

Anyway, I don't know where the smell is from. I don't really dare to go shower afterwards. LOLX!!

Today, I didn't manage to do any assignment. I was looking at some course guide and slacking for the whole day. And Amy wants me to go out with her because she is not allowed to go out alone. She need 2 escorts. o.O I don't know what happen. LOLX. I just go with her because I have nothing to do anyway. HEHEHE. And she needs to get some stuff.

Dinner was crap. I couldn't eat anything. My stomach doesn't feel too good. I think it's because of the chilli I had. Too spicy. =(( I think I better stay away from chilli sauce for a week. =((

I gotta go have my shower soon. HEHEHE.

It will be cold tomorrow.

Brrr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114569720130365290?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114569720130365290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114569720130365290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114569720130365290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114569720130365290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-something-i-want-to-blog-last.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114562427675288172</id><published>2006-04-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:57:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>I had fried rice for dinner. With chicken wings and spring rolls.

Put LOTS of chilli.

YUM!!

And I realised that I have a new pimple right under my right eyebrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114562427675288172?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114562427675288172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114562427675288172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114562427675288172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114562427675288172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114558742915165408</id><published>2006-04-21T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:43:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me,</title><content type='html'>what are my chances of not having a pimple breakout when I had almost the whole tub of 500g kim chi (spicy preserved cabbage), kim chi flavoured instant noodles and whole &lt;s&gt;bar&lt;/s&gt; block of Wonka chocolate all in 2 days?

Spicy + chocolate + late nights + not enough water = pimple outbreak.

Now I seriously hope that I will drink as much water as I can today. Maybe try to sleep early. No more spicy food and chocolate for the rest of the week.

I think all the above I mention will not be done.
HEHEHE.

I hate you PIMPLEs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114558742915165408?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114558742915165408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114558742915165408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114558742915165408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114558742915165408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me.html' title='Tell me,'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114554273716265791</id><published>2006-04-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:18:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a chat with my friend about university.

Seriously, I don’t know if I want to drop Physics or not. The thought of dropping Physics is coming back. I can’t do MOST of the assignments. How bad is that? I’m starting to hate Physics now. How can it be so hard this year? Maybe I’ll try to do the assignment again tomorrow night. Who knows I might be able to do those questions?

I have 2 plans now. Since Physics and Accounting lies on the same line in both Hutchins and my school, I want to try to swap classes!! But I have to go through lots of talking with many different teachers. If I’m not allowed to do so, I’ll just drop Physics.

My friend actually said that I should just go to class and just fool around in class with Benny for the rest of the year. o.O

I bought a new lamp today. I find it kind of dimmed. =( How can I study with such dim light? I need to survive on that for like 7 months. That will be fast.

I’m hungry again.

And, I’m tired.

Not to mention stressed about results.

How bad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114554273716265791?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114554273716265791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114554273716265791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114554273716265791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114554273716265791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-had-chat-with-my-friend-about_20.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114544778868850554</id><published>2006-04-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:56:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent like $55 today.

Damn. $35 more than what I'm suppose to spend this month.

ARGH!!

I'm sooooooooooo NOT GONNA SPEND ANYMORE THIS MONTH.

I hope I can.

Anyway, I went to Eastland to "shop" because town was SO boring. Because Eastland is across the bridge, we had to take a bus. Damn. I hate those buses. Firstly, student price ticket cost $1.20. Yes, it is that expensive. So you see, when I got on the bus, I gave the bus driver $1.20. SHE &lt;i&gt;(I hate female bus drivers!)&lt;/i&gt; asked to see my student ID. I took out my wallet and fished out my Student ID from 2005 BECAUSE I HAVE NOT RECEIVED MY 2006 STUDENT ID!!! She looked at it and said, "That's 2005. Where is your 2006 ID?" Then I replied, "We have not received our student ID yet." She gave me a attitude and said, "We are told that all schools had received our student ID!" &lt;i&gt;Wah lao eh!&lt;/i&gt; Bus drivers are always right and I had to pay full fare!! That will be $2.10 for a 10 to 15 minutes ride.

Then while I'm at Eastland, I found the light bulb for my table lamp with has blown weeks ago. The sticker on the lamp stated 12V and maximum 50Watts. So I got that since I want a really really bright study light. And guess what? I changed the bulb and turned it on for like 5 minutes and I start to smell something burning!!!! And, it was coming from the table lamp!!!! &lt;i&gt;Wah lao eh!!&lt;/i&gt; Just my luck. Now I don't know what to do. Buy the 20Watts bulb instead? That means I'll waste another $4. =(( I'm so scared that the table lamp will explode when I use it! LOLX.

Then on my way back, I used the ticket I bought previously because a ticket can be used within 90minutes after being used. So I put the ticket into the machine and ERROR. o.O How can that be? So I showed the driver my ticket and he said something about different section and stuff. O.o So I ended up paying another $2.10!!! #$%^&amp;*(*&amp;amp;^% I reckon if I caught another bus to eastland, I probably would not have to pay a total of $4.20 but just $1.20!

Then when I reached the city, I bought a student ticket instead. 10 times for $9.80. They requested for my Student ID and they saw 2005 but they just sell it to me anyway. So, I used the student ticket for going to Moonah. We bought like heaps of noodles. LOLX. Yeah. Instant noodles. Mostly Korean ones because that's what they have in store now. Mine cost like $30. Really expensive. But that's for like the rest of the term. =)

And, we dropped by the adult shop. x) My second time going into that shop. The first time I went there, we just walk 1 round quickly and came out. But this time, we browsed slowly. x) Then in came a man, he was looking at those vibrators and dildo and he bought 1. HEHEHE. So being a &lt;i&gt;kpo&lt;/i&gt;, I looked for the one he bought. LOLX. Not cheap lor. $80++ I think. And most of the dildo was like $150. o.O I didn't know that it's so expensive. My friend made a comment, "Only rich people can play." LOLX. Before I know that most of them are like $100 and above, I was teasing my friend saying, "I'll buy 1 for your birthday." Then she was like giving me a are-you-that-rich look. HEHHE.

Then we came back..and rot till dinner.

Watched a movie just now. It was really touching.

Now, I'm hungry.

And, I still need to do my math.

I don't have my light. I don't dare to on it. What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114544778868850554?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114544778868850554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114544778868850554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114544778868850554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114544778868850554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-spent-like-55-today.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114536342322523330</id><published>2006-04-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:30:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/shestheman/"&gt;She's the Man&lt;/a&gt;

Not that bad. Kinda "Fairy tale" with the expected ending. =)) Girl likes boy. Boy likes her. And, the boy appears at the fashion parade (???) thingy.

It's cool that SHE looks like a HE with the wig. But why didn't someone realise that SHE is so much smaller in size than HE? Duhz.

The principal dropped by during dinner. She asked if I did much work. I said no.

Am I being hard on myself?
I mean I only finish 2 assignments/homework out of 6 I had. ALL DUE WHEN SCHOOL REOPENS NEXT WEDNESDAY.

Yea. Lots of time to do you say. 

I wanns sleep now. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114536342322523330?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114536342322523330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114536342322523330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114536342322523330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114536342322523330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-night.html' title='Movie night.'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114532127941736451</id><published>2006-04-18T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:47:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot how to do my Math.

I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO DEAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114532127941736451?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114532127941736451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114532127941736451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114532127941736451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114532127941736451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-totally-forgot-how-to-do-my-math.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114510971812997101</id><published>2006-04-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:01:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry now. Really really hungry.
&lt;i&gt;Can even hear my stomach growling.&lt;/i&gt;

Been doing some revision..and watched some movies.

ZZZ.

Yea. A boring day.

Another 10 more boring days to come.

*Yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114510971812997101?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114510971812997101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114510971812997101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114510971812997101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114510971812997101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114505701531085890</id><published>2006-04-15T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T07:23:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I really wanna move?

I actually felt that going to her house is a pretty bad idea because I hate this place even more now!

Great, eh?

Now, I wanna move to the flats.

Initially I requested to move to the flats but they say that the flats does not belong to them anymore. But they told the other girl another story. In my heart, I choose to believe that the flats are being used for other stuff. Because they don't have a reason to lie to me when all I want is alittle bit more space to study. Anyway, I'm going to ask about it again when the holiday ends.

I know I'm dumb.
&lt;i&gt;I felt even dumber when I tell her everything and yet she keep things from me. At the end, she got what she wanted. Me? Nothing.&lt;/i&gt;
Does the end justifies the mean? Yes it does!

Trust.
Is there someone I could really trust them?

Someone once said to me,

&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you never learn how to trust people, you will always be alone."&lt;/blockquote&gt;

How true is that?

But can someone tell me how can I trust people when everyone I trust &lt;i&gt;"Betray"&lt;/i&gt; me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114505701531085890?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114505701531085890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114505701531085890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114505701531085890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114505701531085890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-i-really-wanna-move-i-actually-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114501911259204794</id><published>2006-04-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:51:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've updated my linkies. =))

Do check them out!


I predict that this holiday will be soooooooooooooooooooooooo wasted.
Today is just about watching movies, doing a tiny bit of exercise and...2 questions on Math. LOLX. That's about it.

I wonder how much work will I do this whole holiday.

I think I ate so much chocolate this weekend. Starting to feel sick of chocolate. Tooooooooooooooo much chocolate eggs. But...YUM! LOLX.

I found a little secret hideout place, but too bad someone else spotted me going in there. So, it's no longer a little secret hideout.

=((

Where the hell can I hide when I need to study?
*sulk*

Autumn.

Gonna take some pictures of falling leaves and trees.

I love autumn.

&lt;i&gt;In goes the ball, right into the hoop without touching the rim. 3-pointer. A first time. =) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114501911259204794?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114501911259204794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114501911259204794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114501911259204794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114501911259204794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-updated-my-linkies.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114501481191127370</id><published>2006-04-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:40:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一二三&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114501481191127370?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114501481191127370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114501481191127370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114501481191127370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114501481191127370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114496484819388967</id><published>2006-04-14T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:02:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case...</title><content type='html'>you didn't realised that I'm not online for quite some time, I CAN'T LOG ON TO MSN AGAIN!!!

*sobz*

But looking on the bright side....12 days of holiday!!!

&lt;i&gt;Damn, lots of work to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114496484819388967?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114496484819388967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114496484819388967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114496484819388967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114496484819388967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case...'/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114484562698548583</id><published>2006-04-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:40:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did I even bother to tell them my problems?

At the end of the day, it will still be me who needs to solve the problem myself.

Don't tell me...that I should not keep things in my heart and I should let someone know how I feel and stuff. I don't trust people enough to tell them what I really feel.

No one will understand Who I really Am.
No one will understand Why I study so hard,
No one will understand When I cry.
No one will understand What I am thinking.
No one will understand How I really felt deep inside my heart.
No one will understand...ME.

I'm feeling really low now.
And, no. I'm not PMS-ing.
Too stress I guess.

8 more months and I will be back.
What will I be doing 8 months later?
Who knows?
Most probably find a temporary job and work.
Uni?
I don't know.
I still need to discuss with my mum.

I felt really bad at first, but now I changed my mind. I can't be bothered anymore.

I'm only noticed when they need me.
It's none of their business if I did well in my exam or not.
I'm not paid to help people 24/7.
I don't owe them anything. I don't have to help them at all.
But I chosed to help them because I know how it feels when you couldn't do your work.
And, I feel that people only come to me when they need help.
I don't need such friends.

**

I didn't go to Athletics. &lt;i&gt;Stomach ache.&lt;/i&gt;

You get what I mean?

Typical excuse.

**

I'm going to bed now I guess.

Can't be bothered with anything now.

Nitey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114484562698548583?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114484562698548583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114484562698548583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114484562698548583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114484562698548583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-did-i-even-bother-to-tell-them-my.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114475477686889608</id><published>2006-04-11T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:26:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH!!

I had some medicine on my leg. Hope it heals quickly this time.

And, I'm not going to her house this holiday. Coz I still feel so bad.

ZZZ.

House athletics tomorrow. I don't wanna go. Will be like wasting the whole day tomorrow. I could have gone to Math lesson.

1 more day of school left.

Looking forward to GOOD FRIDAY! WOot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114475477686889608?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114475477686889608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114475477686889608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114475477686889608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114475477686889608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhh-i-had-some-medicine-on-my-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797767.post-114467406275874837</id><published>2006-04-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:01:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know.
I felt so bad about it.
Although everyone tell me not to feel bad but... I still feel bad.
*smack head*

Feel kinda embarrassed to go back you know?

Yea.

So I got my accounting test back. Woot! 2 As. *beaming with pride*
Just kinda disappointed because I could have got 40/40 for the practical but due to SOME SILLY mistakes I made, I got something less than that.

The thrill is back. The thrill of getting nearly full marks for test. I never had that feeling for like a year. Finally, something I really looked forward to.

Tonight had been peaceful. I finished my Math homework. Couldn't do my Physics because I couldn't do it.

CALLED SOPHIA after so long. She said,

&lt;blockquote&gt;"Some things are not meant to be forgotten."
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
=))

It meant a lot to me. I'm touched by those words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797767-114467406275874837?l=babysot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/feeds/114467406275874837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797767&amp;postID=114467406275874837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114467406275874837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797767/posts/default/114467406275874837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>baby`soT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415245798586184828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xdw36s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
