<?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-2451460673245160545</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:38:13.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine's blog number 2</title><subtitle type='html'>There should be no one around here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-2856124127785680558</id><published>2007-01-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:08:22.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. The previous post was nonsense. Now here I am having fever and a very bad flu...I should have known not to go out and walk in the rain...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was very very tiring, not only I have a splitting headache, I got a fever and a runny nose too. In MJ somemore. I get to miss PE though. I feel so left out when everyone was running and I'm not...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go home and didn't get any rest at all. I can't believe it. Why today, of all days, to go for a photography session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so irritated I can't smile at all. My sisters can though. Look at them smile so prettily! ^^ In korean clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/17/654620/IMG_0551.JPG" alt="IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like their mother don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/17/654620/IMG_0541.JPG" alt="IMG_0541.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big family! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/17/654620/Untitled-5.jpg" alt="Untitled-5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic I drew...before. Couldn't remember when though. Saw it and decided it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/17/654620/b_2F822EE2358C663B.jpg" alt="b_2F822EE2358C663B.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...is he handsome? I have this thing for people dressed as people of the past, wearing special clothes and following special traditions...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was basically the same as yesterday. Bad sleep, Headaches, medicine, medicine, menstruation, could not concentrate. I wish I went to see Syaf on a Friday instead...at least if I got something like this during the weekend I won't be feeling so stubborn about going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people are asking "Are you sick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that obvious? I thought I've got it covered really well. MJ don't sell Panadols, so yesterday was a day of torture. Now all I want is to get well and away from the headaches. And my shoulder muscles are stiff at the same side of the body. I feel dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I think I don't think so much and instead prepare for tomorrow. I have to stop being sorry for myself...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-2856124127785680558?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2856124127785680558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=2856124127785680558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/2856124127785680558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/2856124127785680558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-5005176645546341528</id><published>2007-01-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:35:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh...this morning got to know a new person..Thomas...and spent $2 on the MJC sch badge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures very boring. CG groups very boring. The people who made me smile disappeared. Sigh. I like the teacher though. Young and pretty and pretty familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pple might've been wondering where I was. I rushed all the way down to the library to find Shuwei and leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shuwei asked a weird question: "Do you treat me like a sister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do. What else do I treat her as? Enemy? =( She got to be the elder sister. Why? =) I think she thinks I like women or some thing. Sure. I do, but I don't think we are biologically built to like people of the same sex. I will sure find someone soon. Don't worry. I won't chase after my own elder sister..maybe an elder brother...=) Maybe. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she pronounced R as R'er again. She really is a clown. =) I think I will choose to be born a guy next time. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-5005176645546341528?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5005176645546341528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=5005176645546341528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/5005176645546341528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/5005176645546341528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-5956550559016116338</id><published>2007-01-10T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:13:37.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am down on my luck in relation to the buses. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 33 didn't even come. Today, it came but it halfway through broke down...sigh...=( Got a complimentary ticket though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CCA should I take. I am already turned down by the badminton teacher. Sigh, can't even go to the recreational team. Intellectual games? No. It is Gamey. Learn nothing. Band? NO. I've enough of it. And my scary senior is there. She might act nice now, but wait till you see her in your confirmed CCA...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library is the best. The nicest senior is there and whats more she looks happier. =) I'm joining that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saachi no good la she. After she gatecrash ACJC, she come back to me and ask me to teach her maths. Argh. I don't mind, but I expect a thank you at least after that. Not "it is so easy!" then turn to the new friend. If she ever does that again and misses the entire day's lessons, I am NOT gonna teach her. She can learn it all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier day by day in the JC. Ghim Lee is a completely different friend from Shu Wei. If you can get her to talk to you, she will talk about the most interesting subjects. She also didn't like reading and all and she is very nice. Sigh. I started to wish she can stay in the JC or at least I will keep in constant contact with her. I don't want to stay in the JC, but hey, who knows. Jennifer this girl is super funny la. If given the opportunity, she will pon sch. She didn't even want a CCA! One look at the pretty Primary School friend's face made me want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to TKGS one of these days. =) I need to copy Shu wei and read the times magazines. The "I miss you" bug is strong, but it is softening and dying away. I start to realise that it is better to notice the thing in front of you. I will contact Syaf, but Shu wei...it doesn't look like she'll be free anytime soon. It is better to leave someone with good impressions. I'll still miss TKGS. And my two good friends. There won't be anyone to replace both of them in my heart. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-5956550559016116338?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5956550559016116338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=5956550559016116338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/5956550559016116338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/5956550559016116338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-down-on-my-luck-in-relation-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-6886259999481570310</id><published>2007-01-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:10:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of orientation. Hoo. Triton won! Too bad, Ghim Lee wasn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Wet and wild. Luckily no rolling in the floor and in flour or soap, because the toilets were crowded after that. Very very crowded. People must learn to shower quickly. This is not their own homes...Triton's skit very very funny. I did the props and then went backstage to hide with some other prop people. I learnt to cheer...Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is ok. Came home at around 11. There is a superb campfire and strangely, the little drizzle stopped after a dance. I lost my scissors and glue, but then, never mind. No one at home missed it anyway. Temporary timetable : Looks like my friends and I are going to be in the same classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuwei is disappointing. I dunno why, but her mother said that she is playing computer games when she told me she wanted to sleep. Couldn't she just tell me she wanted to play computer games? I would understand, because I am a gamer. In a sense, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jennifer today. At first I find her very familiar until she said she knew me. It was not until I saw her with her handphone talking that I finally realised who she really was. Ah...my Primary school friend. The one and only one I saw here. How disappointing...I thought people from my school would choose Meridian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-6886259999481570310?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6886259999481570310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=6886259999481570310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/6886259999481570310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/6886259999481570310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-day-of-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-3903329076257139336</id><published>2006-12-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:07:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh. Escape. Hmm...dunno la. At first didn't want to go because I thought Eunice coming and since I have no Shu Wei to talk to when I want to, I decided against it. I thought that Escape is kind of expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, at the time, I am feeling nauseous. Yuck. I hate the air in the Parkway Parade hp shop. Yuck. Makes me feel like vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the surprises is that my parents allowed me to go. No shouting, yelling, nope, nope. Not like my second sister. I wish Shu Wei is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shu Wei said it already. No going out for the first three months. hmph. She might as well said no going out for 2 years. "I want my 3 months to be free." Hey, so do I. But I think she hadn't the time anyway. Anyway. Shu Wei isn't going to be there for me in MJC. I've got to go back to my lonely lifestyle again. Not that I mind, really, because I do not care about how people looked at me at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not really lonely after all. A lot of TKGians are in MJC. Speaking of that, my friends were late this morning! sigh. It started off with us going to the Escape themepark. We went there too early, and wasted 15mins chatting and doing pointless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met for the (first??) time, Shankar. misspelling. I associate him with lit Shankar. Names sound similar. I shall refer to him as Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$6 per person. Escape? That is a steal. Free Jelly-like lime "Ice-cream" and Candy Floss and a free game ticket. Altogether we got....$2 + $0.60 + $0.20....'s worth of food. I realise then how absent minded I become when I think about Flonnie. I'm like a walking zombie. Luna? That's an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Why didn't I scream on the rides? I think I rode them too often. Kinda. Twice a year is enough to make someone remember the place for life. Whats more, I was trying out psychology. Holding your breath and steadying your heartbeat works wonders. No wonder I shouted when Cage jumped out of nowhere. No preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I lied when I said I am not freaked out by the haunted house. Hey, I was preparing for a fight with the people. against the rules I suppose. I switched places with a couple behind me. And followed them closely. And the haunted house is laughable. And boring, so to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely (at the time) stayed at the back of the group. I have a feeling that one of us is unable to go into the haunted house. Hey, my prediction came true. Yeggie stepped in and the guy said wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited super duper long for the go cart. And I have to say that though I was the last, I did kind of well. My mother once drove me in a go cart like this once, but I've never tried it myself. And I don't intend to ever again. The noise is loud. And I hate noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferris wheel radiates inner peace. Ohm...ohm....ohm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only wet ride is an eye opener. My companion is 16, going to RJC next year. RAFFLES. I was so shocked, even more so when she told me that a lot of people from her school all going there. What school is she in? Some ulu JC in Toa Payoh. And the Principal moderated 20 marks for each subject. Makes me think of our stingy Principal and make a comparison. Good or not? So-so. Both not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some problem with the locker, really. I took out my bag, and unzipped it. I drank the water and then I put it back in and locked it. OMG. Forgot the free passes. Unlocked the bag, took out my pouch and passes and locked it again. Wasting $2 in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the key went missing. And we spent a super long time searching for it. No one won any prize. How disappointing. And then Cage started taking pictures of us. Or rather, our mouths, contrary to what we wanted. He was lightened of the camera and we took the pictures ourselves. Escape theme park is ok la, so-so, but the people I am with are (wahahahah) extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wei is going to get a card for her birthday. ONLY, if she wants her three months to be really free. And I mean it. People must meet people to celebrate. You don't celebrate things by yourself and likewise people don't celebrate things for you if you are absent. So, if she didn't want to meet us, then fine, she can stay in the JC and be a witch all she wants for the first three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beware of me following you to a JC, Shu Wei. You have raised the probability of that happening. You can't get rid of me that easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-3903329076257139336?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3903329076257139336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=3903329076257139336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/3903329076257139336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/3903329076257139336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-7615901967748007848</id><published>2006-12-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:56:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arg. MJC really is far. Turns out I was the only one bringing my mother along. But, hey, I couldn't leave her in the house staying angry at Cynthia! Luckily, I reached there in time. 7:45 indeed. Takes an hour or so to get there. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJC got Naad, PJ, ehh...Sumathi (spelled like this??)...ehh...Xiu Qi....and umm...Nawal and Lizzy...a lot. Dunno about it though. No feeling to the sch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-7615901967748007848?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7615901967748007848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=7615901967748007848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7615901967748007848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7615901967748007848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/arg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-7037856394654153363</id><published>2006-12-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:01:15.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is weird. First is that my sister and I said the same things four times! In a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;Electrical socket &amp; Extension wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : "Why no light?"&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: "The tenant also spoil the electrical socket! "&lt;br /&gt;Father (clicking the switch): "Got light?"&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Cynthia : "No light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is because we didn't switch it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second&lt;br /&gt;Dun remember what exactly happened except that it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third&lt;br /&gt;Jul: "The computer is mine!" (slams door)&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: "No, mine!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mine."&lt;br /&gt;Stares at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: "Moin!" (Remember Finding Nemo's selfish seagulls?? Mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth&lt;br /&gt;Jul: "oww"&lt;br /&gt;Jas: "Use Zambuk!"&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: "Green and (dun remember what is on top, but she said it)"&lt;br /&gt;Both: "Good for Gentle Healing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister talked about pontianak and I talked about the preserved infant in my school. It is real. Very real. The image stuck with me until now... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you know how Miss Yong is. When she is on a particular topic, in her enthusiasm, she will take out all the evidence to show how and to what extent do you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the foetus get into TKGS's bio lab anyway? With the umbilical cord attached. You can see the tail nearly disappearing and the eyes closed. The fingers and toes are not separated from each other yet, but you can see the lines prepared for the separtion of flesh into fingers. It is in a stting position very much like in the mother's womb. Ya, I know this is a sadistic recount, but I am sure it is NOT plastic, but real flesh and blood. No amount of technology could make something as real as this. eeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-7037856394654153363?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7037856394654153363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=7037856394654153363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7037856394654153363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7037856394654153363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-7491455097881754579</id><published>2006-12-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:37:10.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to takashimaya today. Special offer discounted from $1140 to $199. Food in Orchard Road is sooo expensive. And there is this female guard that is so nosy she kept coming to my father and I and told us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security: "You can't sit here."&lt;br /&gt;Father: "There got a shop sale that starts at 10:30. So we come early at 4 to sit here and line up."&lt;br /&gt;Security: "Wait ah..." (runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time&lt;br /&gt;Security: "Your mat is blocking traffic. Please make it into one straight line."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh." (Folds mat)&lt;br /&gt;(Father comes back from walk and unfolds mat)&lt;br /&gt;Security: "Your mat..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Never mind la. We just turn it around. Then she will leave us alone."&lt;br /&gt;My father looks like he wants to scold someone anyway. So he said: "Other people also stretch their legs out, why our mat cannot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we turned it around and this lady kept scrutinising us to see where we have gone wrong. &lt;s&gt;Un&lt;/s&gt;fortunately, we have none. This person is overly doing her job, really. The mat isn't even in the way of customers. In fact, they stepped our mat when we turned it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my mother off and dozing off in the process many, many times. My mother had to nudge me awake to pose for the pictures at the airport. From 3 - 5 am. 2 hours of sleep! No one can stand that! Thankfully at 6 I went back to bed and slept like a dead log until 1pm. Then I hardly made changes to this blog when I offered to go to buy things with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there from 4 to 9pm. 5 hours! Luckily the people there are kind of friendly and we got a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, out of boredom, I tried to calculate my L1 R5 for my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL :3&lt;br /&gt;E/AM:1&lt;br /&gt;Bio/Chem:1&lt;br /&gt;Geog: 3&lt;br /&gt;altogether = 10 - 2 = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, it is not even enough to go to VJC. And I am not even sure whether I can achieve those A1s. Perhaps I should give this up and go look out for other JCs in which I have a greater chance of enrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of a computer with the camera and tried to look pretty. Guess what? I realised that I really did look pretty. Scared me half to death, that did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One picture that sticks out in Vivienne's blog :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006581442884219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLP78TRHjNc/RXrzS9otMuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H_LAor9Mmk0/s320/DSC08221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivienne took the picture, but I like it. I think she wouldn't mind. I love both of them. They are dressed at their best at the chalet really. Shuwei looks like a rabbit though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-7491455097881754579?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7491455097881754579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=7491455097881754579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7491455097881754579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7491455097881754579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-takashimaya-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLP78TRHjNc/RXrzS9otMuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H_LAor9Mmk0/s72-c/DSC08221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-6676517384984678423</id><published>2006-12-09T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:13:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. One random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dream was about Michelle. And, unfortunately, Teresa. They are not one of my good and best-on-best friends, but hey, I dunno why I dreamt of them and they have just as good as a relationship as before. She had her boyfriend there, Michelle. And she kind of forgot about me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it switched to one of the Amazing race trips. Except tat the group was only Michelle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Shuwei appeared somewhere along this point, but the details are kind of fuzzy. What really sticks out is Michelle. I haven't had dreams about her in YEARS. really. years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will shake my head about this in the future. Sighh. And one more thing about that dream that made it so disgusting is that I had flu in the dream and a lot alot of mucus came out on the tissue. One whole glop the size of a german shepard lying down. Eww. Think of all the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to start on the new comic idea I had. Too bad, I was too distracted by many things. Tomorrow must finish scanning and toning them. I will start on what my father wants me to do too. It is irresistable. My mother is going Shanghai today at 5. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-6676517384984678423?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6676517384984678423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=6676517384984678423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/6676517384984678423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/6676517384984678423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451460673245160545.post-7658550812969263363</id><published>2006-12-09T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:42:20.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take me a few minute to make this. This is officially mine and I will write nonsense like dreams and even chunks of scripts and poems if I am really random. I can write my goals and all. And one more thing : I am only going to put this in my links and if you happen to chance upon it, good. If not, then it doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451460673245160545-7658550812969263363?l=flonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7658550812969263363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2451460673245160545&amp;postID=7658550812969263363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7658550812969263363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451460673245160545/posts/default/7658550812969263363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flonnie.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-me-few-minute-to-make-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612578223322824581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
