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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What are these tears upon your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Soon you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All of your fears will pass away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Safe in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You're only sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Into the world of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Through shadows falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Out of memory and time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We have come now to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;White shores are calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You and I will meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2190426623112683990?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2190426623112683990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2190426623112683990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2190426623112683990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2190426623112683990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1675804513440597048</id><published>2011-06-25T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:26:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted something for such a long time...&lt;div&gt;well today i went out with melissa, v, sam and nikki. my dad drove me to west coast park because we were supposed to meet at the McDonalds there. My dad parked the car one carpark away from the Macs, so he decided to walk with me there. I didn't bring a bottle, and it was scorching hot. So i tried looking for a 7 eleven. But there wasn't any, not even a kiosk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we walked into Macs and bought a large Coke. my dad whined for fries, but i told him no, because he needed to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we waited for half an hour, then mel called me and said, "jess, where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm at macs. where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"im in macs too! i can't see you anywhere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh, i can't see you either. are you sure you're in west coast park?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"west coast park?? im in east coast park!! are you pulling another prank on me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"err...no i'm serious."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh my god. do you need a lift?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no my dad is here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i put down the phone, and the first thing my dad said to me was, "you owe me fries."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"alright", i said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"a lot of fries."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we hurried back to the car, he said, "aren't you glad that i walked with you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, "at least there's a 7 eleven there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was like some kind of crazy tour around singapore. it took us half an hour to reach east coast park. amazingly, i wasn't the latest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided to try my luck with inline skating. it was my first time, and when i tried to skate down the ramp, i lost my balance, grabbed melissa's elbow for help, fell, and dragged her down with me. i landed on top of her in the midst of the crowd, while she screamed at me as i tried to get up. i don't blame her, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it took us half an hour to skate one kilometre to the Carls Junior. there was a ramp leading up to it. mel skated up it easily. i stood at the bottom and shouted, "are you crazy? how am i supposed to skate up this? i can't even skate on flat land!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she rolled down and said, "i'll pull you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she held my arm while i tried my best to skate up, but with every push forward, i rolled back down the slope. i looked extremely retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"forget it," i said. so i knelt down and crawled up the ramp on all fours instead. Melissa laughed. she wasn't the only one. a bunch of guys stood laughing at me too, but i didn't care. at least i made it up the ramp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a quick bite, we skated back with sam,v and nikki on bicycles. they gave us a fifteen minute headstart. but this time, i only took fifteen minutes! hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sore. and i ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1675804513440597048?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1675804513440597048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1675804513440597048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1675804513440597048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1675804513440597048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-havent-posted-something-for-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3351136002306811345</id><published>2011-02-09T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:31:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho?</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my diary today when i found this particular entry which I had forgotten about, but it made a lot of sense to me. i dont know why im writing it here, but i just feel that maybe..it might motivate someone. cos it motivated me today.&lt;div&gt;wells..it's from 3 years ago, when i was sec one. it was the day i missed the finals for the 400m in Nationals by 0.5s or something like that. e&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dear God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got into the semi-finals for 4x100m, but i didn't get into the finals for 200m or 400m, my individual events. Why didn't i? Are you trying to teach me a lesson? To never be complacent during major competitions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are you doing it for my own good? So that I won't be tired for the rest of the week? So that I won't give up and give me a new motive to beat my opponents? I trained so hard for this day. And my dream is gone. Gone from my mind within a second, compared to the months of terrible training and pain. I'd suffered for this very day, and I didn't get in. Maybe you're trying to make me understand how it feels to fail. It's horrible, so very demoralizing and depressing, to know that all your effort has gone to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thank you, Lord, because I have one more experience in my heart and my soul. I've learnt a new lesson today. So, never look back and come back even stronger than before! Keep being consistent; give your all for everything! And if you fail, then it's a new experience and another lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my dreams were taken away from me - I won't let another do the same. Keep your faith, never give up! Chase after those who are faster and better than you. Don't aim to be as good as them...aim to BEAT them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;09/07/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha i dont know...im not being proud or anything. i just thought it sounded really motivating. if i think it gets awkward being up there on my blog i'll delete this. Anyway, I came up with this quote in the bath before my WALAA race last year. Amazing how my brain can think up stuff as random as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I may not win, but I know I won't lose." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3351136002306811345?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3351136002306811345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3351136002306811345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3351136002306811345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3351136002306811345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2011/02/ho.html' title='ho?'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2777093123075418643</id><published>2011-01-15T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:17:50.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking out</title><content type='html'>holyyy shit! ahhh tomorrow is 400m and and all the st nick's sprinters are running in the first heat - that's belinda, song ching, ying ting and jaime - except me!! im running with trisha ahhh! and im in a sucky lane. ahhh!! lane 6 man! sheeshkebab! ahahaha im so scared i cant stop laughing. and and next week i'm in the 1st heat with windy and im in lane 7!! the suckiest lane that anyone could hope for. ahh ahh ahh im freaking out ahhh!!&lt;div&gt;anyway i have a dog. i mean, a real dog. not a stuffed toy dog. his name is Tricks. we saved his life, cos if the Franciscan priests couldn't find anyone who wanted him by thursday, they would have put him down on friday. so when i came back from training and walked to the back garden i found two pairs of eyes staring at me and a tail wagging so ferociously i feared it might drop off. he's a fat beagle. and i mean super fat. but he's a nice dog, obedient but likes to come into the house. mmhmm. ahh im still living in self-denial. a dog! i can't believe it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm on wednesday we probably had the most fun training in our 4 years in track. well it rained really heavily, and when it stopped we had to do 20, 40, 60m twice in the mud. and there were puddles of water everywhere. so when we finished everything windy commented on how joy's butt was so muddy, and it was most probably because she had such short legs. joy took it quite well, but then she said, "oh really? well watch this!" and jumped into a puddle splattering me and windy with mud. i didnt really see the link between short legs and jumping in a puddle to prove otherwise, but it did take us by surprise. then windy jumped into the puddle followed by me. i dont know, why i just needed to jump in. instead of the water splattering to the side of my legs it went up in between my legs, which was quite fail so i was drenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so! the three of us came up with an evil plan. we gathered round a big puddle of water and 'oohed' and 'ahhed' until the sec 2s came running up filled with curiosity. "what what!" they cried. "oh my god it's damn cool!" "so disgusting!" siew lei and michelle bent over and tried to squint at the imaginary 'cool' and 'disgusting' thing in the puddle of water, and eventually the other juniors were bending over it too. "i dont see anything." they said. i pointed a finger and said "it's over there!" and that was when joy did a running jump into the puddle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr chng was standing nearby and immediately walked off the field to ensure he was out of range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did it again to ying ting, and we kicked water everywhere. mr chng took out his phone to snap a shot while ms lim came out of her office to see what the commotion was all about and walked up to us just in time to see the captain of the track team fall for a trick and get splattered with mud, and she couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2777093123075418643?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2777093123075418643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2777093123075418643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2777093123075418643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2777093123075418643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2011/01/freaking-out.html' title='freaking out'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7223590190609723870</id><published>2011-01-08T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:42:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im ready</title><content type='html'>just came back from sec one orientation camp and man it was tiring. hahaha some classes were super high and some weren't. i totally missed the campfire cos i had meet the parents duty. so from 545 to 730 i had to stand at the singha lion place and tell parents to go to the field or the hall or where to find the toilet. then we had to move chairs from the 4th level to the classes that we were in charge of. for example, i'm in charge of 1Hope, and the holding classroom is on the 1st floor. so since the only classrooms in the upper sec block which weren't being used were on the top floor, i had to carry chairs down 4 flights of stairs and then carry them back up again. but at least i had friends to help me..like the unlikely appearance of kirstie and jia wen who suddenly turned up at 8 and asked if i needed help.&lt;div&gt;so after that we waited for the sec ones to finish and the EXCO and PSLs went a major bench cleaning spree cos we had to use newspapers to wipe the bottom of the benches which were used on during the campfire cos they were dirty. then i had to stone for 45min waiting for the sec ones to make their 'tang yuan' thingthing. then another half an hour waiting to give ms lim her bowl of tang yuan. but then she didn't want it so yingting and kim ann had to finish it off. ahahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well then had to bathe. used the men's toilet on the second floor. it's so nice and big! the whole thing is just one cubicle and there are 2 sinks for one person! amazing! anyway washed my hair in the sink and then used an ice cream tub to scoop up water and pour it all over myself. it was cold. then went back to the canteen and i was dead tired. so i just joined 2 benches together and rolled into my sleeping bag and slept at 1230. but then the lights were on and the other PSLs were talking and laughing and doing work so i couldnt sleep. hmph! not that i blame them. they need some fun. but the noise didn't stop or go down one bit for 5 hours straight. ahahha so i couldnt really sleep but oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh yesterday was dear joy's birthdayyy~~ happy birthday joy! you're 16! hope you're feeling better now.i also hope you took my advice and watched an NC16 movie the first thing you got back, and i also hope you didn't mug. (: you're a really wacky fwend and so i wish you to remain wacky as always. yar. we'll be behind you. the sprinters and barney too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7223590190609723870?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7223590190609723870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7223590190609723870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7223590190609723870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7223590190609723870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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was alright. except the three wise men forgot their lines...melchior, balthasar and caspar. &lt;div&gt;Caspar:"...and the Angel Gabriel said - "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caspar turns to the Angel: "what DID you say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway after that we had this catered buffet with turkey and cakes and mutton and sausages and fruit punch and milo. then we had this jam session (not the preserve, the one where you sing songs at the top of your voice with other people in front of a mic) which lasted from 8-11. about 10 people remained from the 20 that joined in to sing random pop songs like "hey, soul sister" but we still managed to get a complaint from one of the neighbours living in the condo saying that we were too loud. but we continued to sing anyway. then we sat down and drank orange juice after keeping all the wires and a guy called Barry who's 20 something years, got high after drinking the orange juice from the brand Berri, which he claimed he owned. then he had a sudden inspiration to sell orange juice called Barry's OJ which will be freshly squeezed from the Philippines. the funny thing is he's a platoon commander in the army. imagine what his officers would say if they saw him like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i gotta go for mass now. ahahahaha yay christmas is in 4 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8652933618910437229?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8652933618910437229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8652933618910437229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKW7TIjqZAA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKW7TIjqZAA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5189602732132243097?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5189602732132243097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5189602732132243097' title='0 Comments'/><link 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slept until 11. hahaha what a pig. but i was tired. ): hum then my mom called to ask if i wanted to watch rapunzel so i said yes. according to my brothers and my dad it's pretty good. and it scored approximately 88% out of a 100% on rotten tomatoes. if you dont know what rotten tomatoes is it's just a critic website for movies and shows etc. mmhmm. soo i went to eat ramen for lunch then ahahaha the movie was so cute. there were 2 funny animals..and they have super cool names. pascal who's a cute chameleon who looks smug 99.9% of the time during the entire movie and maximus, a palace horse who's overenthusiastic in his mission to find the male protagonist. they dont talk but they're extremely funny. rapunzel was pretty tough cos she fights with a frying pan and can run pretty well considering she was locked up in a tower for 18 years without any exercise. while humm flynn rider is a ladies man who keeps trying to give rapunzel smoldering looks. i think it was quite a good movie. although the ending is cliche it's still pretty good and filled with light humour. yar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550497782530074434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TQdUU05MZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rNyUlhs98u8/s320/Rapunzel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2718896199480527150?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2718896199480527150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2718896199480527150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8530654350309704204</id><published>2010-12-08T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:16:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 centimetres per second</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TP91w9tl2KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D6m38J7cLJQ/s1600/5%2BCentimetres%2BPer%2BSecond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548282750003697826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TP91w9tl2KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D6m38J7cLJQ/s320/5%2BCentimetres%2BPer%2BSecond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wells it's december.&lt;br /&gt;due to hazel requesting repeatedly to update my blog, i decided to put this up..it's a sad show. japanese called "5 centimetres per second". it's a love story and it's pretty realistic so it's pretty sad and depressing. it's about an hour long only. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to talk about. other than the fact that the weather always seems to be matching my mood. there's 3 more weeks to school and all. and that i have to do 400m hurdles even though i dont want to..but i have no choice do i? we all don't do we..hah. i dont feel like talking much.i dont feel like doing anything really. maybe i should privatise my blog. or even better shut it down. i think it's pretty unnecessary..having one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always end up looking for your smile, to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At the railroad crossing, waiting for the express to pass&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If our lives could be repeated, I would be at your side every time&lt;br /&gt;I would want nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Besides you, nothing else matters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TP91w9tl2KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D6m38J7cLJQ/s72-c/5%2BCentimetres%2BPer%2BSecond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-470035995510009988</id><published>2010-11-13T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:33:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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hours straight of games, followd by lunch then sessions all the way till 6. after dinner we had people from the charismatic prayer group to pray over us. mann it was so..dunno how to say. anyway we finished the day at 11 but i slept at 1230. then the next day we woke up at 7am, and had a praise and worship, then dirty games. for example, the game where we had to make as much coffee as possible.&lt;br /&gt;they placed 4 chairs at equidistances, and made us duck walk to the second chair, where the faciliator poured coffee powder into our mouth. then we had to hop to the 3rd chair, where another faciliator poured sugar into your mouth. and at the final chair we poured cold water into our mouth, mixed the coffee sugar and water together and gargled it then spat it out into a cup. the group with the thickest coffee won.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't win. but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-4RJr0QtEw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-4RJr0QtEw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahahhaha i love this videoo ahh i can't stand it!! i just keep laughing my head off and crying whenever i watch this. ahahaha games carnival was awesome yesterday. made lotsa new friends from JB and they are so pro. ahahah!! today's day of reflection was quite nice. especially the last part...the very last part. mmhmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3102117565571800076?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3102117565571800076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3102117565571800076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3102117565571800076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3102117565571800076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahahhaha-i-love-this-videoo-ahh-i-cant.html' title='god i love those mangoes'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5521924750263094854</id><published>2010-10-25T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:05:28.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all know that stuff's against the law</title><content type='html'>review of exam papers was crappy today. but it's alright. i feel so motivated to mug maths i'm doing it now. ahaha...training was quite fun. sooo fun! running holding the ball in front of you makes your abs and triceps hurt. jumping over cones is so fun too! but the striding around the field killed me. i think my cardiovascular and aerobic system threshold have decreased drastically!!! i shall have to train harder and get it back by January. yosh! hahhh.&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to games carnival. it's going to be so tiring...captain's ball followed by soccer with 2min break in between. i think i should bring my inhaler. hohoho. but i feel pretty excited too. ahahaha yayy my class won healthiest class award! it's quite surprising actually. but i feel so proud~&lt;br /&gt;i'm the emcee for sec 4 graduation!! ahahah! and i'm supposed to dress up to the dresscode of Hollywood, or Broadway. but i don't know what to dress up as. all the dresses look so long and glittery and girly and they all wear tights. ms law said i should dress up as ms saigon or something. but since it's hollywood, maybe i should wear my mom's wig and cosplay miley cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2023187798539138993</id><published>2010-10-23T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:38:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ore wo dare da to omotteygaru!!!</title><content type='html'>todayy i had tuition, then i watched back to the future with my grandparents! ahahah it's quite a funny show - one of my favourites. i won't get bored over it anytime soon even though it was made so long ago. 1980s i think. mmhmm. then i had to rush to cat class in the pouring rain, and i still got drenched under the bus stop. soo i had to sit in an air-con room wet to the bone for 2 hours, and i still hadn't dried yet by the end of the session. anywayy, at the last part of class we had this sharing session so we all gathered into groups and listened to our facilitator Moses, who was trying to tell us the meaning of the talk a gentleman gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..so just remember that prayer won't always be answered by instantaneously. it takes a long time to get answered sometimes, but they're always answered in the end. and always remember that god is always with you, cos you are the temple of god! so does anyone have anything else to say? any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this may seem irrelevant...but when did the haze start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic faaail. ahaha. Moses took it pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2023187798539138993?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2023187798539138993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2023187798539138993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2023187798539138993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2023187798539138993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/ore-wo-dare-da-to-omotteygaru.html' title='ore wo dare da to omotteygaru!!!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-554865339180762568</id><published>2010-10-21T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:11:41.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look how they shine for you</title><content type='html'>you knowww..i wonder if the world is just our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;like, what if computers were all part of a dream that you made up. what if we're all actually asleep and the life we live is just a dream we're thinking of. like, everything we go through is just made up. like how do you know the shape of a rectangle is the same as in other's eyes? you know what i mean? people might see the world differently. like totally different. if you know what i mean? i don't know how to explain. i tried writing it down but it seemed even more confusing. i think this is philosophy! why do we have souls? how do souls stay in our body? it's pretty unbelievable that we rely so much on something we can't even see....or feel. without a soul your body will just be an empty shell. no laughter, no tears, no voice, no movement. just empty. it's sad, when you come to think of it. when someone dies and their soul goes to the pearly gates (if there even IS a pearly gate) no matter how hard you try to shake them awake they'll just lie there unresponsive. and it's sad. don't you find it sad? i wonder why god made different personalities. maybe to make the world more interesting? cos if everyone acted the same way there won't be much fun or variety will there? i wonder why god made some people more inclined to do evil. the world will be such a pretty place without a Hitler or a whatever-his-name-is in Cambodia. maybe to show us that people really can persevere through hardships and that sooner or later good will triumph over evil? humm...smart.&lt;br /&gt;without obstacles there won't be any improvement anyway. right? without things to overcome and hurdles to cross we'll just stay put and we won't move an inch or progress in life at all. sighh...i wonder how big the galaxy is. if there's a beginning, there should be an end. or like god, it's omnipotent. hummm i want to know the answers. these will be the questions i'll ask god first when i go to heaven! if i even manage to get to heaven. aahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you i'd bleed myself dry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-554865339180762568?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/554865339180762568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=554865339180762568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/554865339180762568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/554865339180762568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-how-they-shine-for-you.html' title='look how they shine for you'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1255756860717902317</id><published>2010-10-20T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:39:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poopi?</title><content type='html'>ahahahaha~~ ahhh i ache and i'm tired...my eyes are streaming.&lt;br /&gt;but EOYs are over. ahahaha aishh. why does the rain in spain fall mainly in the plain? my aim is to make St Nick's a wackier place. hohoho...aweshum. ermermerm my next aim, is to make sure i can survive chinese tuition tomorrow. i can't believe this man! arghhh i hate chinese! and i hate frisbee!!! im so going to die for sports carnival. how is our class going to make it? but when there's a will, there's a way!! RAWR RAWR FIGHT THE POWAH&lt;br /&gt;hummm what should i say? there's nothing much to say. i have nothing to talk about. how very sad...today was a nice day. a really awesome day. i loved it. even though i'm tired and aching i loved it very much. i daresay it's the best day this year. thank you (: heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;booglewoogledingdongdang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1255756860717902317?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1255756860717902317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1255756860717902317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1255756860717902317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1255756860717902317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/poopi.html' title='poopi?'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7935208557741063902</id><published>2010-10-18T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:32:35.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAJAG</title><content type='html'>todayy todayyy&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know i had a second paper for literature. so i nearly wanted to walk out of school before i realised that everyone else was staying behind when they had no reason to, and i thought the second paper was a prank. sighh...oh well. hummm tomorrow is the last day of exams but i already feel as if i'm in a holiday mood. ahhaah never mind! must concentrate! grrr!! sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;BELIEVE IN ME WHO BELIEVES IN YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7935208557741063902?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7935208557741063902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7935208557741063902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7935208557741063902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7935208557741063902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/agajag.html' title='AGAJAG'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5041620795329198845</id><published>2010-10-13T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:13:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHH I'M FRIGGIN SCREWED!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look up 'idiot' in the dictionary, you know what you'll find?"&lt;br /&gt;"a picture of me?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! the definition of the word idiot which you f*cking are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha how awesome&lt;br /&gt;it hurts like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5041620795329198845?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5041620795329198845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5041620795329198845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5041620795329198845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5041620795329198845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/arghhhh-im-friggin-screwed-look-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8052230579117632523</id><published>2010-10-12T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:48:53.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go back to the start</title><content type='html'>ahhhh second day of EOYs is over! yay! i think i lost &gt;25m for a maths. but who cares! i think it's one of the best tests so far cos i hardly studied for it. around 5 questions per topic which isn't very much. SS was just a killer, writing non-stop for 90min and i forgot one point so i made it up. then english was alright yesterday, except passage b was quite tough and ms lee looked very happy that none of us could answer of the questions..mostly because she set the test herself.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i cut my hair today cos yesterday a teacher said i had horribly messy hair. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;just 5 more days. but i'm so going to do. the rest of the week after chinese is the mugging topics, and i haven't started mugging for any of them yet. i'm soo gonna screw up. well, less talk, more action i suppose. all the way for EOY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know how lovely you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8052230579117632523?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3937598869366527270</id><published>2010-10-05T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:33:45.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic</title><content type='html'>today during PE practical, ms lim called me a flying lemur. and she asked us to check what it looks like. and it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524522399968028930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TKsL2kPIaQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5cVHHEpKusw/s320/flying+squirrel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aishh i don't look like that!!! )): but i think it looks quite cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a champion is someone who gets up, even when he can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3937598869366527270?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3937598869366527270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3937598869366527270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3937598869366527270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3937598869366527270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/10/panic.html' title='panic'/><author><name>Jessica the 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523763974972717522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TKhaEa9ZOdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yd6sq0us4ws/s320/lonely.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm going to stand there one day...unless debate kills me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3453853650960359369?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3453853650960359369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3453853650960359369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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how things could've been&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-276297597228107654?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/276297597228107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=276297597228107654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/276297597228107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/276297597228107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-things-i-still-remember-summers.html' 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6.45am and wrapped up the fruits in transparent wrapping paper with worms all over it (3 unripe bananas, 2 apples, 2 pears, 2 fragrant pears, 3 oranges and a beeg box of Special K for the birthday girl cos she was on a diet). much decapitating of worms occurred during the wrapping- up process by hazel, and many screams were uttered while trying to figure out a way to place the fruits, which resulted with many apples nearly falling off the table due to our noobness. then we did all the necessary decorations, but we didn't have enough time so we met again during recess, where we spent a nerve-racking 20min doing the final touchups to the present. while waiting, i picked up a palm from the freshly-cut palm tree outside my class and brought it into the classroom where i waved it around like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the making of the plan! where joy became as insane as i did, took 3 palms instead and we came up with Formation Y - improved version. then while waiting for alex and the rest of the sprinters sign the box, windy and i did an indian dance and fought each other with our new weapons. hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 5min to spare. we ran to ying ting's class across the field, not before being confronted by ms lim and ms rockey where they asked us where in the world we were going with those palms. they didn't hinder us much, but when we reached yingting's class we found out she had gone to the humans room for history class. so we rushed to the humans room looking for all the world like crazy spanish game show girls holding palms over our heads rushing for the parade float cos we took too long to put on our make-up and do our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petrina went in to ask Mrs Tan if she could speak to yingting for a while, and when yingting did come out, we waved the palm leaves in front of her face and sang a loud chorus of HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY. awesome facial expression. totally epic. i'll never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after alex passed her her present, we sprinted across the carpark, threw our palms in a pile of other leaves in a corner and reached our classes in under a minute. that's what we go to training for. heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend helps you up when you fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A best friend pisses himself laughing, calls you an asshole, helps you up, then trips you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-695694427580143750?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/695694427580143750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=695694427580143750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tiring today! ahahah! but i feel so accomplished :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing to talk about. i just wanted to put this picture up because i think it's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TJjDBjinqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1M5HTrF3eME/s1600/crazy+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519375774830275154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TJjDBjinqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1M5HTrF3eME/s320/crazy+cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; i wish i could have a cat like this~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what you get for riverdancing in a thong!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4101827163722179880?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TJjDBjinqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1M5HTrF3eME/s72-c/crazy+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1299502874124259424</id><published>2010-09-09T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:22:27.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took the 9:52 train to cambridge todayy. we nearly missed it. we sprinted for the train cos we had to buy tickets and managed to get into one of the carriages with 2min to spare. it was exactly an hour's ride to cambridge and dad showed me king's college and the place where he bought the engagement ring for my mom. then he brought me to a teashop called auntie's and then we got to walk through selwyn college - his college!! and and cambridge university got voted the top university in the world, and selwyn college is the top university of cambridge. so in other words i was walking through the top college in the world and even walking on it's grass. the funny thing is selwyn is the poorest college there. it's most probably one fifth the size of kings and trinity college. but the garden was so nice. wow.&lt;br /&gt;well then we went punting on the river cam and dad told me how cambridge got it's name.&lt;br /&gt;"this is the river cam. and someone built a bridge over it and it became cambridge! ta-da!"&lt;br /&gt;actually there were tonnes of bridges over it. like one every 50m. and i saw the mathematical bridge, which is the one isaac newton built with no nails, so every piece of wood was just balancing on each other to form a bridge and people could even walk on it. but then this professor came along and said: "hey i can do this too!" and dismantled it but couldn't put it back again so now it has nails. =.= damn professor.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to wren library - it's considered to be the most beautiful library in the world and it really is. and i went inside and there were the manuscripts of the original first eyewitness account of an atomic bomb, and the copy of the letters of st paul!! and the principia mathematica of isaac newton and the first edition of shakespeare's plays!! gosh! the originals! oh mann it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;well then we went to this shop called tattie's where they sell humongous jacket potatoes which are really yummy. well then i walked into trinity college's great courtyard - we were allowed to walk through each college because my dad was a selwyn man so they let him through - and the courtyard is humoungous. i think we can just plop the upper secondary block and the canteen and the width of a basketball court in it. and it's only the courtyard. it's scary!!&lt;br /&gt;well then we walked back to the train station and had to buy a new ticket for me cos mine got swallowed by the machine and it didn't come out again. so we had to sprint for the train and this time got on it with 4min to spare! yay!&lt;br /&gt;slept on the way back and just stayed in the room..and here i am. ta daa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1299502874124259424?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1299502874124259424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1299502874124259424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1299502874124259424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1299502874124259424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-took-952-train-to-cambridge-todayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2819080922863371708</id><published>2010-09-08T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:35:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me tired.</title><content type='html'>ahhh&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i got drenched in the rain on my way to st pauls cathedral. and it started to pour so i just ran across the road to get to shelter and when i ran through the buildings i realised i didnt know where i was. ): so i took out my map to check where i was and then rainwater dripped onto the map and it got wet and tore apart...so i put it back in my bag and used my awesome directional skills to navigate my way to the correct street and realised i had gone one whole round. aahhaha...not so awesome after all.&lt;br /&gt;well i couldnt go into the cathedral cos they were having a commemoration for the soldiers who died during the world war II. there was a band and a marchpass with people holding flags and they were dressed in their military uniform with all the medals and there was even a flyover and the media were there and there were policemen on horses. aweshum. and i talked to this lady from wisconsin, usa and she was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;well then i walked back to the hotel cos i was tired cos i had been walking and standing around for 4 hours straight. so i went home, and went out again to the aquarium after an hour, and they didn't allow kids under 16 to go in unaccompanied. what the bong!&lt;br /&gt;well i slept for one and a half hours and then my dad came back from work and took me out to eat pies at this restaurant called porter's and the servings were HUGE and i was stuffed. and it was really delicious. and we had lotsa talk. yar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you know what this song is?"he asks&lt;br /&gt;"nope."&lt;br /&gt;"it's called islands in the stream by dolly parton"&lt;br /&gt;"okay"&lt;br /&gt;"it's her theme song for doing a backstroke in the water"&lt;br /&gt;"doing backstrokes in the water??"&lt;br /&gt;"yes! do you know what dolly parton is famous for?"&lt;br /&gt;"erm nope. i dont know her."&lt;br /&gt;"she's known for her big boobies!"&lt;br /&gt;"...what!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"yes! so that's why when she does a backstroke in the water it's islands in the stream! ahahahah!"&lt;br /&gt;"urghhh DAD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when we're walking along the golden jubilee bridges)&lt;br /&gt;"i went to the aquarium today and they didn't allow me in without an adult. i was like what!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh why didn't you talk your way in?"&lt;br /&gt;"well..they might think i was annoying."&lt;br /&gt;"to show them that you're mature..you should try to convince them to let you in and they will be impressed!"&lt;br /&gt;"err"&lt;br /&gt;"or even better, talk them into letting you go in for FREE! ahahahah!!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh mann dad.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2819080922863371708?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2819080922863371708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2819080922863371708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2819080922863371708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2819080922863371708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-tired.html' title='me tired.'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8977446844398210692</id><published>2010-09-07T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:30:06.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEWWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TIXmoa3ipfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GLy-m63B-c4/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514066900866475506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TIXmoa3ipfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GLy-m63B-c4/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at how beeeg the lily pads are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh helloo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally managed to use the internet hahaha. i have to pay 10 pounds for an internet card, and it only lasts for 24 consecutive hours. which means i can't use the net by this time tomorrow. what a bum!! how cheapskate! rawr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erm yesterdayyy there was supposed to be a tube strike, but it didn't happen. so i hope it isn't today...uh oh. then i won't be able to go anywhere! erm well yesterday i went to kew gardends. but before i did that i had to get my photo taken at the photo booths to make myself a subway card! ahaha! ahhh i look so duh. cos inside the booth the electronic female voice said: "DO NOT SMILE" so i had to get rid of my previous photos because i smiled and had to take another one. grrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erm then well we took the underground to kew gardens. the tube here is so complicated!! there's like eastbound and westbound and there's underground trains and overground trains and you have to know which train to take when it arrives at your station. i think i'll get lost today by myself. well kew was great. ahaha! it's like 300 acres and there's redwood trees and pine trees and bamboos and lotsa big fields and plenty of pretty flowers. and there were magpies and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it took us 5 hours to do kew and we were tired. like super tired. my legs ached like mad. gosh. so we went to buy a huge bag of chips and some milk and went to covent gardens. and it was so cool cos we went to this soap shop, where we bought some bubble bath bombs. you know, you fill your bathtub up to the brim and then put the bomb inside and it fizzes and bubbles! ahaha! well then we walked by trafalgar square where we saw the tower dedicated to admiral nelson who defeated napolean. yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well then we just slacked in the hotel room for like...5 hours. yeapp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it seems the tube strike is today. oh nooooo. so i have to walk! bleagh. well good exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(In Kew Gardens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"hey jess, that looks like a funny tree!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"yes, it looks dead too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"yeah it does. whomping willow whomping willow!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dad walks off to inspect the tree. i just stay where i am collecting pinecones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dad comes back a few minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"hey it's a really really old english oak tree."&lt;br /&gt;"oh cool!"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, and there's even an interesting peacock plant! come on lemme show you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"a peacock plant? i've heard of that before." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"yes yes but this is one that you've never ever seen!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"oh really..?" *curiosity aroused* dad takes me around the bushes to the old tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"you have to look carefully as you walk by.."he hints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i look carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;something very strange catches my eye on the left...a peacock feather stuck in the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ohh dad, you SUCK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/3693742833967329469-8977446844398210692?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8977446844398210692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8977446844398210692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8977446844398210692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8977446844398210692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/09/kewwww.html' title='KEWWWW'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/TIXmoa3ipfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GLy-m63B-c4/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4446900526245183615</id><published>2010-09-04T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:15:21.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im leaving on a humongous enormous jetplane~</title><content type='html'>im in the airport now, waiting to board my plane. ahahah! oh oh and cos you know, my dad flies really often on business trips, he gets these things called frequent flyer points, and so he gets lotsa privileges. for example, today we went to terminal 3, and one of the certain privileges he got was that we're in first class. so we checked in at the first class area. and people opened the car door for me. and they took out my luggage and put it on one of those hotel thingymajigs and rolled it in. and then we have our own check in door. gosh. and then cos we're on the A380, the biggest plane in the world, there's 2 decks. and im on the bottom one while he's on the upper deck. so he arranged for me to get an upper deck aisle seat. and i did! gosh! and it was so last minute. like only 2 hours before the flight and they did it for him. and we get to go to this first class lounge for breakfast. and im in it right now. and there's free internet access and tonnes of computers. expensive ones too. and the food here is nice. it's like a buffet~ and i ate beef hor fun, chips, hagen daz ice cream, pastries, and there's lotsa more other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i had lotsa talking time with my dad while i ate chips. like i realised that after london, he has to go to seoul the day after, and then surabaya, and then murkat?? maskat? i can't remember. but i think it's in oman. and he gets 1 week break. and then he goes off to karachi, and then thailand, and then indonesia. and then it'll be christmas so he gets a break too. and then london and the cycle restarts all over again. ): poor daddy. no wonder he gets frequent flyer points.&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird, they're playing christmas carols in the lounge. =/&lt;br /&gt;wells. i guess i'll go now. i left my dad in the eating area to walk around in the lounge. anyway, it's so posh. there's huge armchairs and it's carpeted and there's soft dim light and all. gosh. well, i'll update later whee! :D see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey dad, would you like to come and walk around with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"im walking around. i just told you. why? do you wanna come?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i just wanted to know what you were doing. i thought you were going to take more chips."&lt;br /&gt;"well, i'll walk around and then come back and take more chips. so do you want to come?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh then nah. i'll just wait for you back here. why dont you take some chips and walk around?"&lt;br /&gt;"eat chips while im walking around?? dad, people will think i'm a glutton!"&lt;br /&gt;"you are."&lt;br /&gt;"thanks dad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4446900526245183615?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4446900526245183615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4446900526245183615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4446900526245183615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4446900526245183615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-leaving-on-humongous-enormous.html' title='im leaving on a humongous enormous jetplane~'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5856508873983908892</id><published>2010-08-30T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:47:59.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the demon hotdog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xo3Tpw-zLkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xo3Tpw-zLkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brudder got me hooked onto this song. ahahah!! ahhh if you want to watch it just skip the first 21s. it's rubbish, but the funny part starts from there. mmhmm..you gotta listen to the lyrics! gosh i like the guy! he's so wacky!! he looks like a pedophile!!! yayy! it's so fun to sing!and i was tooo high todayyy. ahahah!! ahhh...drew a hotdog with wings to show "bu yi er fei". ahahaha oops. laughed so hard i had to go to the toilet to cool off. heeee. ooh tomorrow is teacher's day celebration! awwshum. mmhmmm. i shall jog tomorrow, for half an hour. ohohoho! hahahha ahhh i can't stop laughing. ahahaha i'm so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I love little girls they make me feel so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5856508873983908892?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5856508873983908892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5856508873983908892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5856508873983908892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5856508873983908892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/08/attack-of-demon-hotdog.html' title='attack of the demon hotdog!!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-9020896843912319820</id><published>2010-08-28T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:22:48.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anumnumnum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;argh i feel so bored nowww. i wanna go out and do something but i can't. humph.humph. and i don't feel like doing circles and trigo now. ahaha! goshh. i feel so whiny. bleaghh. ermerm i can't wait for the september holidays now though. i wanna do something interesting~ hmmm like go camping! yay! get a tent! pitch a tent! next to the beach! under the trees! then i can stay up all night and sit on the sand and think about nothing. hohoho. yayy love it. if i can actually do it that is. mhmm. and then i can rent a bike and go cycling! wheee. this is called resting i suppose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ermm eoys have been delayed. ): that's not good. i want to get it over with faster. yes. and no more training now so i'll grow fat. so i shall jog in school 3 times a week! whee! good idea. and then i shall do exercises at home. yesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hubba hubba zoot zoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-9020896843912319820?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/9020896843912319820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=9020896843912319820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/9020896843912319820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/9020896843912319820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/08/anumnumnum.html' title='anumnumnum'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7053731025282915641</id><published>2010-08-21T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:48:01.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahhh the yog is so awesome and so sad. ): i really pity the athletes who get injured during the race or get disqualified.. i saw one guy who got disqualified from the 200m cos of a falst start. and i watched his face on the huge screen by the side of the stadium and saw him say "f***" and walk away. then he went down on his knees on the grass on the field and punched the ground. mann i really felt so sad for him. once in a lifetime experience, and his country spent so much money to send him here and training for 2 years just to sprint the most important 25s of his life and he gets knocked out and can only stand by the side and watch as the other competitors run and knowing he could have been there running too if he hadn't done what he had did 10s ago. and the usa guy who ran the 400m hurdles was such an awesome sport. he like pulled his ligament in the first 100m and at the 2oom mark i think he tore it and fell flat to the ground. and even though he was last and the others had already ended he picked himself up again and limped to the finishing line and crossed each hurdle. and you could see the pain and the tears on his face and i can't imagine how much agony he was going through. but he completed the run, just what he was sent here to do, and i felt so inspired i nearly cried. ahhhh i think this is what true sportmanship is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, went to watch the 100m hurdles and the men's 400m. gosh so fast. and the way they go over the hurdles is like...poof!! i wanna be like that. mhmm i shall aspire to hit a 15s. ahaha!! ahhhh...gosh. and the high jump was like whoosh! they jumped 2.12m. ahh so high. and the way they jumped over the bar was amazing. so graceful..and they're guys! ahaha!! ahhh yesh. mmhmm. going back tonight again to watch er i can't remember. but i think it's the 400m hurdles women's finals. and some other stuff. yupp. yay can't wait to go with the sprinters tomorrow to watch. (: teehee. but so said it's only throws. ah wells never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7053731025282915641?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7053731025282915641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7053731025282915641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7053731025282915641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7053731025282915641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-end.html' title='in the end'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-679674622921231715</id><published>2010-08-13T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:54:17.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahhh i'm going to grow fat. ): i have mc off from exercise for a week, so i'll most probably only be able to start training next wednesday..and i'm eating more than usual now. sighh. i shall cut down meal times during school next week!! yes! (: anyway, failed chem test by 1 and a half marks. hmph. i think i'm going to fail maths test too. geez. this is not my good day. and and im so scared to train now cos even when i sprint for chinese class when i'm late for it after recess my heart's pounding like mad and i'm panting. and that's only...40m. ahhh either i'm really out of shape or my thingy is really bad. grrr. how annoying. anywayy what else? oh yeshh it's friday the 13th! dark friday! or is it black friday? anyway i saw chickens in the school today! so cool! ahaha and i could heat them chirpchirping away. awwww. i felt like squishing them. like cuddling them. haahah!! handover ceremony is next monday and i have no idea what to do. i'm so screwed. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i shall mug for pe now. if i can even get myself to mug...): august is coming to an end. september is coming soon. then october then november and the holidays and then i'm sec 4. my gawd that's fast. ahhh!! and then it's SAA, and then Nats, and then MY handing over ceremony, and then O Levels, and then graduation, and then goodbye to St Nick's forever. oh no so fast! ahhh! and then it's JC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahh Gandalf man, you ruined my vuvuzuela!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-679674622921231715?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/679674622921231715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=679674622921231715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahhh torchbearing thing was so awesome! ahahah! there were like hundreds of people lining the streets that day as we drove past and traffic was halted especially for us. wheee!! hahhahaha!! ahhh so cool i'll never forget that day (: the people were uber friendly and all too. awesome. then we went to nanyang polytechnic and stayed there for the celebration. left at 9 something, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;well well today went cycling by myself. and when i crossed a zebra crossing this car stopped. so i crossed and once i crossed this motorcycle came and crashed into the car. and the guy got thrown off and there were pieces of metal and glass flying everywhere and to think i was only 20m away when it happened. gosh..and it caused such a traffic jam at that little stretch i felt so bad when i cycled away. ahhh im traumatised for life! and then when i was cycling this branch fell right in front of me from a tree. ahhh i think im cursed!! )): and i feel so sad i cant do trigonometry. i think im gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-631154861886929757?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/631154861886929757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=631154861886929757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/631154861886929757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/631154861886929757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-it.html' title='i like it'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-800851569268453318</id><published>2010-08-06T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:31:46.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do it for the food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;national day celebrations today plus skip-a-thon. ahahah yayy finally 3C actually won something! won all the events for skip-a-thon, got all the FOOD. we're so happy now. hah. then went to wisdom classroom to finish off hazel's card. ahha! so cool! then yingting retied my hair..couldn't get over how nice it was. said it made me look more "girl". =/ then went to diligence to give hazel her card, using Formation H!! awesome! then went to dhoby ghaut with the sec 3 sprinters to eat mamoji? momiji? momaji? i dunno. somewhere along those lines. anyway it was a buffet. and i ate fried rice, udon, takoyaki, chicken karage, soba, beef balls, ice cream, chocolate fondue, funny jelly, octopus, pizza, paper steamboat...in a nutshell stuffed myself until i couldn't eat anymore. and we all couldn't walk straight after that. spent 20min in the toilet too. then went to bugis to take neoprints and we were screaming in the booth cos we couldn't understand anything and hazel was trying to figure out all the jap words on the screen while we were shrieking as the clock counted down. ahaha but i think it was quite cool. anyway then walked around to find what kinda sprinter souvenir we should get. in the end got smiley face badges. each one is different! like each face looks like the owner..if you get what i mean? yeshh...it was an awesome day today, not to mention tiring and we were all dead after that, but it was super good bonding and we all loved it. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow i have no tuition! hurrah! then i'm carrying the torch! ahh so scary! i hope it doesn't rain. please don't rain please don't rain...)): im going to pray so hard tonight. goshh. but i can't wait for the celebrations. i bet it'll be a bomb :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-800851569268453318?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/800851569268453318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=800851569268453318' 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guardian angel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;killer training yesterday. it's so horrible i don't really feel like talking about it. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today left school early cos i had to usher for SYF. mmhmmm. i had to wear the invest uniform. sighh. well we went there, had lunch in the carpark, then went backstage. angie, yingying and i were in charge of giving out the certificates to the schools which were performing. ahaha i was in charge of carrying the tray where all the certificates were supposed to be on. and one of the primary teachers dubbed me "Jessica and The Tray". i think it sounds like a very promising title for a storybook, don't you think? anyway it was okay. except for the fact that since we were giving out the certs we had to remain at the backstage throughout the entire performance. in the dark. and sitting on the table. and scaring people cos we blended in with the navy blue curtain and they didn't see us until we moved and they jumped back.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. )): haizz. can't believe i'll have to do the same thing tomorrow..except that this time it'll end 4 hours later. sheesh mann. boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;let me close my eyes and sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5879341404276908550?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5879341404276908550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5879341404276908550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5879341404276908550'/><link rel='self' 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still owes me an allowance. hahh&lt;br /&gt;i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;...it's raining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when week 5 ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6597950998343009933?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6597950998343009933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6597950998343009933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6597950998343009933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6597950998343009933'/><link rel='alternate' 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with 9 hurdles x 2. then 400m all out. yupp. ran a 65. pretty slowww. never mind. hahh. erm today nothing interesting happened, except that i accidentally burned myself slightly during bio practical make up, and that during recess i pigged out at the council room eating wafers and oreos and colourful bicuits and ran out of the room screaming with the rest of the exco members cos there was a wasp and ying ting was shouting "let it fly into the fan!" oh and tuesday for PE, i named basketball number 9, "Jimmy" the Basketball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;then then tuition, then nothing interesting. except i went to buy new school shoes. tried to find ankle weights but found none. then yeah. that's about it. bleahh boring day, boring night, boring life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm a little bit lost without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm a bloody big mess inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm a little bit lost without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this aint a love song this is goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2253972609730763401?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2253972609730763401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2253972609730763401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2253972609730763401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2253972609730763401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/07/yadayadayadayada.html' title='yadayadayadayada'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-9051928071293896663</id><published>2010-07-12T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:53:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just give me a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;humphhh..it's the 12th. ):&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much happened. wala was okay. made new friends.mmhmm. made a pb for 200 hurdles but had a crappy timing for 100 hurdles. ah wells...=/ anyway i have nothing much to say now..just feel incredibly depressed now. bleahh. hmph. i wanna go home. )): i'm so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm here without you but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-9051928071293896663?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/9051928071293896663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=9051928071293896663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/9051928071293896663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2732639429622578230?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2732639429622578230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2732639429622578230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2732639429622578230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2732639429622578230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/07/death-is-but-beginning.html' title='death is but the beginning'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1685292445117181073</id><published>2010-06-27T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:00:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>santa claus is coming to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mom came back from England yesterday! and she bought some new pyjamas for me! and sweets! and my birthday present! which were a pair of asics spikes! and they're black and silver! oooh joy now i know how thrilled you felt on your birthday. ahaha, but my mom didn't wrap up my present with tonnes of newspaper. ;)&lt;br /&gt;wells, school is starting tomorrow with a test. yeacks. i'm screwed. and walaa is next week. i can't believe it! and my birthday is on tuesday...i can't believe that either. time flies by so fast. i just hope that time will fly by just as quick to reach the end of the year. december! christmas! it already feels like christmas now. hmmms...nothing much to talk about. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sad..did you know?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold on to me and never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6945926913582276260</id><published>2010-06-25T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:53:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna miss a thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahhh i'm all alone at home, and i hear funny noises downstairs and upstairs, as if people are slamming doors. i think i'm just creeping myself out like this. sniffsniff...i need a hug. ):&lt;br /&gt;it's the 25th of june. my birthday is in 4 days! i can't believe it! i'm going to be 15, no longer 14. sighhh...time flies by so fast. i wonder why? maybe the universe doesn't like us anymore and it got tired of us being around killing each other so it's making time speed up so that all of us will die more quickly. good theory isn't it? ahahaha!! hmmm...on wednesday we had training at CCAB for walaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; wells, it rained like hell and my shoes were all soaked cos this part was flooded. and my umbrella couldn't open at the bus stop so i asked YiYi to help me open it, so both of us were screaming at each other over the downpour. me screaming that i really couldn't open the umbrella and that i needed help, and YiYi shrieking that i was such a loser why can't i open the umbrella and then shouting my umbrella was really hard to open. ahahha!! what fools we must have looked. anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it seems i'm the reserve for the 4x100m. that's not very surprising, but the surprising thing is that YiYi is reserve for the U14 4x100m!! how can that be!? )): i think the person who is giving all the positions for thr relay runners really screwed up big time. then hitched a ride with ms lim back to school and went home.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i watched a show called dear john last night on the computer and i cried the hardest i have ever cried. yeah. it was so damn sad arghh i can't get over how heartbreaking it is!! my eyes were all red and puffy and my nose was all blocked. humph.haiz...&lt;br /&gt;now i can't get over how sad and lonely i am. )): awww man i need a hug!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6945926913582276260?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6945926913582276260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3137702133720849493</id><published>2010-06-16T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:42:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meester botatoe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm so tired!! )): haven't been sleeping well for that past 3 nights...maybe it's because i always get woken up at 230am by my mom's shrieks of "OH SHIT NOOOO!!!" while watching the world cup..or maybe not. i'm not sure. =/ wells, i'm tired. so exhausted...and i have tuition tomorrow i think i'll just fall asleep. bleah. i shall sleep at 930 today! 10 o'clock! ahahha! goshh there's nothing to write about. except today's training at the stadium was the slackest ever in the history of training. just played liang mao qian for 45min straight, and got soaked through 3 times. then went out with the rest of the other sec 3 sprinters to eat lunch. we wanted to take neoprints but then one lady chased us out cos we were wearing school shorts. if looks could kill, petrina totally fried that person into a tinny potato wedge in one second, just like the one that i ate for lunch and squeezed lemon juice all over it and dolloped mayo all over!!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe we're the seniors now! i mean the senior seniors!! like the eldest! like the oldest! like our farewell is going to be in one years time! like oh my gawd i'm so old! like ahh time flies so quickly! like next year will be my last SPH and nationals with the school!! and the last time i'll ever get to wear the track suit and the jersey and wave the school flag and sing the school song and wear the school uniform and be a true blue sn girl!! like ahh mama mia!!!?&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna leave sng sniffsniff. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;uper&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ice&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;irls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3137702133720849493?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3137702133720849493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3137702133720849493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3137702133720849493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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church cos i had to do some service project thing which was to make a garden for an old folk's home. so met up with my catechist in church and went with some of my team members to the nursery to buy plants. i was the only girl there..=.= haiz...anyway the cashier was so nice he gave us a discount! yay! ahahah! then went to the home and had to recondition the soil. which was to use chongkats (i dunno how to spell!!) and loosen the soil to give it air and we looked like deranged people letting off our steam by hacking at the earth and sending bits of soil flying everywhere. then had to weed the place and pull out all the unwanted stones and roots. tiring! plus it was friggin hot! and there were bamboos all over the place which were used for hanging clothes so it was damn hard to stand up. and soon the ground was all muddy and the area we had to work with was only 5m in length and one metre wide. geez it was tough. ahahah but it was worth it! dug holes and poured compost in it then uprooted the purchased plants from the pot and put them in the hole then buried them and watered them and then had to clear up the place which was a mess then walked to the nearby mini mart to get a drink then walked to the neaby park to do some reflection under a tree and there was a funny bug on the table and there was a white spider on a bench. ahahah so cool.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to get down to geog mindmap. mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;br /&gt;i wondered what might happen if i left this all behind..would the wind be at my back?&lt;br /&gt;could i get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4764085668072215553</id><published>2010-06-09T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:24:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey you you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woohoo PSLC on monday was a success! had lots of positive feedback wheee and they seemed as if they had fun. but it was so tiring cos i was the medley race master (sounds so cool right!! XD) and i made them do funny things racing each other like doing the army crawl on the floor so i had to demo everything for all the groups one after another. poof! but it was quite cute cos the little kiddies were cute. =D yesterday went back to school to do the level gift then went home after that. today had training at cedar. missed the first bus at amk hub at 730am ahahha yiyi sounded as if she wanted to kill me =/ anyway arrived at cedar on time and went to practice the changeover for the 4x100m relay for walaa. the people are quite nice (: very scary though, cos they're all damn fast boohoohoo! then went back to school for council meeting from 11.50-12.50. stuffed myself with oreos and wafers leftover from slc in the council room. hehe. then helped to paint the olympic rings from 12.50 to 1.50pm. then helped to clear up and move the rings and hang them in the 2nd pe room with rafia and got my shirt all stained with paint in the process.yucks. bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;then went to bishan and for the first time in 2 years actually tried on a pair of shorts at cotton on and my mom was so happy that she could actually buy something for me. ahahah!!! then went home and bathed and went out for dinner. i'm so full now. =/ mhmm. ahhhs i gotta do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4764085668072215553?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4764085668072215553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4764085668072215553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4764085668072215553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4764085668072215553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-hey-you-you.html' title='hey hey you you!!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6625795284877343172</id><published>2010-06-03T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:46:15.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cadbury chocolate pwns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhh i feel so horrigible.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm did basketball today. how fun, but very tiring too. mmhmm. crashed i dunno how many times into people cos i was running too fast and i wasn't looking where i was going. yar. such a failure. got hit by the ball in the chest and then windy accidentally threw a the ball at the basket and bounced off the board and landed squarely on my head while i was talking to ms lim. ahahaha comical..anyways, i can't wait to start the planning for the sec 4 sprinters farewell! shan't say anything here though..hehe. ((: ermm what else? skipped for 45 min yesterday before training and totally died out for training after that. ahaha. mmhmm. thank goodness school is over..&lt;br /&gt;headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm on top of the world looking down on creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6625795284877343172?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6625795284877343172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6625795284877343172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6625795284877343172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6625795284877343172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/06/cadbury-chocolate-pwns.html' title='cadbury chocolate pwns!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-529789727179158865</id><published>2010-05-30T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:46:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hide and seek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today had to stay back after mass in church to discuss the service learning project with my group, which was to help brighten up the front and back garden in an old folk's home. because we were trying to reduce the cost and keep within the budget of our project my catechist suggested that we take a walk around the church campus to look for gardening tools. so 6 of us teenagers took a tour around the car park and hiked through the back of the church between the air-cons and counted the number of pots and wheelbarrows and chicken wire we found. we squeezed through tiny cracks and corners at the church and remember, we were in out mass clothes. so when we suddenly turned round a corner and came face to face with another parishioner, he said: "my god! are you playing hide and seek?"&lt;br /&gt;wells, i guess it went okay. so now i'm bored. thought about watching the simpsons but watched august rush for the 3rd time instead. ahahaha. ate sugar crackers and pears while watching and i feel like such a fatty. ahh tomorrow i'm going to be the only sec 3 sprinter at training so i'll be the oldest. nooo the horror! i'll be bullied by my juniors. ): haizzz don't wanna go for extra lessons. don't wanna train. i feel like such a slacker. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm just being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-529789727179158865?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/529789727179158865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=529789727179158865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/529789727179158865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/529789727179158865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/05/hide-and-seek.html' title='hide and seek?'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4269360793316949032</id><published>2010-05-29T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:07:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahhh it's the 29th already! exactly one more month to my birthday..hinthint.&lt;br /&gt;sighh so bored. but so excited. and at the same time, incredibly depressed. bleahh. mmm dunno what to say. went for the YOG sports conference for 3 days in a row. really fun, and made lotsa new friends. inspired to climb mt everest now. yesh! that shall be my aim in life. i shall refuse to die until i manage to scale the highest mountain in the world and survive. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4269360793316949032?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4269360793316949032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4269360793316949032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4269360793316949032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4269360793316949032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-end-of-it-all.html' title='at the end of it all'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3844657944733483557</id><published>2010-05-09T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:42:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whataya want from me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahhh sec 3 camp was awesome. :D i dunno how to describe it. ahahah! i wish i could have it all over again. mmhmmm...other than the fact that it was searingly hot at night, it was ahaahah brilliant. (: and i lost my voice and it sounds so sexyy. now i am truly 101% sexy! whee! wakakakaka! just joking..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm wells, yesterday had tuition, then cat class then mass, then had to go pick up my greatgrandmother from the airport then came home and did some surds but gave up on logarithms then went to sleep at 11.45pm. then woke up at 8.30am today and ate a big slice of cake then went cycling with my dad to burn it off. we cycled to st nick's! as in, the real one, not the holding site. it took us just 18min to get there. on the way there was some very weird things we saw. like a car zoomed off the road and down a hill and collided into a drain...bad driver. then cycled up the slope and died after that. then we cycled INTO the school! ahahah! actually only a few steps into the school. i walked into the driveway at the forum, and the grass has grown so tall, and the trees outside the pe room have grown all wonky and deformed. and they put medicine balls on the field for god knows what and they look like gigantic mines. and the entire gym has gone, and so has the canteen. i can tell cos when i look through the "doors" of the gym i just see the sky. ahahah! arghh noooo! the canteen! the gym!! the hall!! my classroom!!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;wells, after that went to visit a few people living around the area. like lucinda, for example. so when i was trying to find her house (cos i'd only entered her house by the backdoor and i'd never seen her house from the front) a green car came out from the street and drove away. then i staretd peering into every house trying to remember what the inside of her home looked like, and then i heard someone screaming and it sounded like luisa...and i guessed correctly. ahahah! wells, here's how the convo went between me and luisa...&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Luisa!! Where's Lucinda?"&lt;br /&gt;"...What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"I cycled!" *triumphant grin plus put both hands on my libia*&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever..."&lt;br /&gt;then she walked upstairs. and left me going hehh!? then i turned to my dad who was dying on the pavement and said did you hear that? and he said yahh, and continued dying.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised lucinda went to the dentist and she was in the green car that came out just as we came. rawr! but luisa gave me a cheese ball. ahahah! so nice! XD&lt;br /&gt;then went to joy's house, but on the way my bike rolled into a ditch and jerked and i fell and my ankle got caught somewhere in between the metal skeleton of the bike and i landed on my side with my ankle at an awkward angle and i think i twisted it. )):&lt;br /&gt;"Hellooo is anyone home?"&lt;br /&gt;BARKBARKBARK&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;then went to the tao chui shop to get some ehh tao chui. and met joy at the mcdonalds. ahahaha!! talk about coincidence. wells, then cycled back home by mayflower view and then through the field at the back of my house and got all muddy and reached home all sweaty and dirty and grimy but feeling proud of myself :D&lt;br /&gt;5 items tomorrowww...oh nooo!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3844657944733483557?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3844657944733483557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3844657944733483557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3844657944733483557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3844657944733483557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/05/attaboy.html' title='whataya want from me!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3428454148932673643</id><published>2010-05-03T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:25:28.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm sick. this isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;went to the botanic gardens todayy. the orchids are so nice~ and the willow trees are so nice~ i want them in my garden, then i can climb all over it. yayy...anyway came home and slept. then went out to eat lunch. then slept. then came online. then slept. then went to eat dinner. and here i am. ahhh camp is on wednesday. hope i get well soon! :O tomorrow have PE..goshh i'm going to be sick. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm bored. so i went to the slogan website again and here's what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY SNTF HAS THE ANSWER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY HAVE COTTON WHEN YOU CAN HAVE JESSICA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY JOY CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES.&lt;br /&gt;KEEP THAT YIYI COMPLEXION.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GOOD TO TALK PETRINA.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU EAT YOUR HAZEL??&lt;br /&gt;DOES THE HARD WINDY FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WITH 50% MORE YING TING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3428454148932673643?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3428454148932673643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3428454148932673643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3428454148932673643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3428454148932673643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick.html' title='sick ):'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-461765351252944703</id><published>2010-04-30T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:55:09.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmms...this week went by so fast. camp is in 5 days! ahh i'm so excited! muhahahah! so cool...but i think i'm gonna be scared about the high elements thing...ahaha! wells, stuff about this week...had skills training yesterday with a killer workout. had to jog for 30min and it was really hot. it was late morning and that's about the time when the sun is highest, and there wasn't any clouds so there was no shade. yiyi and i totally died. ahahaha..then stretching, drills and 2 accelerations. we did them on the basketball court. mmhmm...then after that left school at 2pm to go for walaa meeting at cedar girls secondary which was at 3pm. so we were late. we missed 2 trains, and there was a downpour at paya lebar. plus, we had to cross the road on the overhead to take the bus 100 to get to cedar avenue which is where the school was. by the time we reached the bus stop it was already 3pm. ahahah late much? wells, the bus wasn't coming so we decided to take a bus instead. i was supposed to go with the sec 2s, but the uncle didn't allow 5 people. so they went off first. then the sec 3s all piled into another cab, and i couldn't get in again cos they uncle didn't allow 5 people...=.= so only carren and i were left at the bus stop. but thank the lord the bus came about 3 min later because i was starting to panic. so we hopped on the bus and looked out the window to look for some place called prime supermarket which is opposite the school. we finally found it and had to run for about 200m in the rain to reach the school. and by that time i was totally drenched and when i reached the meeting place, everybody stared at me. so intimidating! ahahah! yupps...so all we did was write our contact number and size of shirt that we wanted on a piece of paper, got debriefed for about 10min, got introduced to our fellow captains, and then started to talk for 30min before they said that we could leave. arghh!! i'm so angry!! ):&lt; made me rush all the way for nothing. humphh!! but their school is really nice..and nicole heng gave us a tour around the school ahaha! it's so high tech! to mark their attendance they just tap their card on some machine and it registers for them...our school is wayy behind time. ahaha but that's okay! i still loooove my school. ((:&lt;br /&gt;sprinted 4 rounds today and regretted it afterwards. went for the sports day trials after school then stayed for a while watching the sec ones do high jump. i can do high! ahahah! i can cross the elastic thing by doing a somersault! nyahahaha! 1.30m okay! don't mess with me! anananana! :D windy is so funny..she came up with the idea of crossing over the elastic thing the way we cross over hurdles. goshh it was hilarious! i wanna do high jump now! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there's no one beside you, when your soul embarks...then i'll follow you into the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-461765351252944703?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/461765351252944703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=461765351252944703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/461765351252944703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/461765351252944703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-in-time.html' title='a moment in time'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3814480319476968163</id><published>2010-04-24T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:25:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey look it's pictures from the nationals!! ((: i got it all from facebook nyahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9Kbyq1FxyI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1BbbxWPm2k/s1600/51st+track+and+field+finals_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9Kbyq1FxyI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1BbbxWPm2k/s320/51st+track+and+field+finals_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463600592746563362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Div Girls 4x400m relay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbzCooFMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E3wBAEUPGMc/s1600/51st+track+and+field+finals_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbzCooFMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E3wBAEUPGMc/s320/51st+track+and+field+finals_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463600599136736450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C Div Girls relay...i don't know which one it is cos they were both 2nd for the relays. ownage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbydgJGsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jl-mJGiFA7M/s1600/51st+track+and+field+finals_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbydgJGsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jl-mJGiFA7M/s320/51st+track+and+field+finals_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463600589169040066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it's the rhino!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbyPWnKhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KLJzbmkM6Y4/s1600/51st+track+and+field+finals_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9KbyPWnKhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KLJzbmkM6Y4/s320/51st+track+and+field+finals_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463600585370970642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wheee~ joy look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s eviil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;awww it's waining. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3814480319476968163?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3814480319476968163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3814480319476968163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3814480319476968163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3814480319476968163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-look-its-pictures-from-nationals-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S9Kbyq1FxyI/AAAAAAAAAII/S1BbbxWPm2k/s72-c/51st+track+and+field+finals_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3669191403858694595</id><published>2010-04-21T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:17:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooh i can't believe nationals was over one week ago! 7 days! goshh! it was amazing. i can't believe it. ahahaha! ((: but now it's time to chiong for homework and tests. i'm totally going to screw up all my tests this week. geez...today i had chem and for the whole test a song kept replaying in my mind the whole way through and i couldn't concentrate and i think i mixed up all the strong intermoleculat forces of attractions of several substances up. geeez. then had to stay bac after that to hang up recycled materials along the link bridge connecting the upper and lower secondary blocks together. ahahaha it was such a failure. ahahaha. never mind...at least we put something up. ((:&lt;br /&gt;haizz i'm so sad. and so bored in school. i like looking out the window now. it's green outside and it's good for your eyes!! :D and you can see the funny little insects crawling on the window sill which gross you out but at least gives you something to focus on. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're all i want, you're all i need, you're everything...everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3669191403858694595?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3669191403858694595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3669191403858694595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3669191403858694595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3669191403858694595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-your-problem.html' title='it&apos;s your problem'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7183256200383529688</id><published>2010-04-08T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:08:23.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squigglyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nationals is nearly over i can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;hmm tomorrow is 100mH finals and 4x400m relay...geez i'm last runner running against sports school...noooo. ): very scared for my finals too. afraid that it might not be the other runner's all out. hahaha running with wei ning who just broke a record! aaaaaaah my worst nightmare...actually not really. i'm going to be warming up alone! hope i don't knock down any hurdles either...i shall try to get points for the school. (: mmhmm...hope i can sleep tonight..didn't sleep for 2 days in a row. i feel like such an insomniac. bleahh&lt;br /&gt;hmmm 4x100m is not that bad. 2nd fastest qualifier for both divisions after sports school. we just have to practice our passing and it should be fine. yeapp...but the others schools weren't running their fastest, geez. anywayy good luck to all those who have finals tomorrow and on monday and nice run to those who have already run! jia youu it'll all be over on wednesday! 6 more days! very fast!! rawr!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm very happy i'm going for 100mH finals tomorrow cos i get to skip coordinate geometry test. heeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7183256200383529688?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7183256200383529688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7183256200383529688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7183256200383529688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7183256200383529688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/04/squigglyy.html' title='squigglyy'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3385015330756467501</id><published>2010-04-02T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:08:56.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;trampoline comp was amazing. all i can say. (:&lt;br /&gt;nice run to the 200m sprinters! yeahh great run! all of you made it into the finals! geez, you guys rock! hahaha! keep it up fellas! i'm so proud of you guys! and as for the long jumpers, you guys did great. ((: persevere through the end! that's what st nicks girls do! yeahhh! heeheehee! just checked the divisional ranking for our school...C Div 3rd, B Div 6th with 1 point. heeheehee! well, it's a start! at least we're not 7th. teehee.mmhmmm...so let's all go through the next 2 weeks together and kick the other school's asses man! woohooo! jia you! add oil! confidence is key!! hohoho! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's APRIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3385015330756467501?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3385015330756467501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3385015330756467501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3385015330756467501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3385015330756467501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahahaha.html' title='ahahaha'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2024989596818625590</id><published>2010-03-28T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:22:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;joy requested me to put up some pictures from the SPH relay that my parents took...so here they are. heeehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68teXfX4bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w7rcSZA7A9g/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68teXfX4bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w7rcSZA7A9g/s320/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627673493889458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tdw3bxlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3yEPyVra8_o/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tdw3bxlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3yEPyVra8_o/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627663125825106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tdZWKVQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JR0SBLpTq1Q/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tdZWKVQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JR0SBLpTq1Q/s320/143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627656812254466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yiyi's face is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tewJfHlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rxoiqdlXdig/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68tewJfHlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rxoiqdlXdig/s320/145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627680112975442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gogo juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2024989596818625590?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2024989596818625590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2024989596818625590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2024989596818625590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2024989596818625590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S68teXfX4bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w7rcSZA7A9g/s72-c/136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-949583486550515813</id><published>2010-03-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:10:48.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmmm this week was pretty hectic. =/&lt;br /&gt;monday i ran my first 400mH. haha ahhh i died. ): i nearly sprained my ankle on monday during PE while doing the shuttle run too plus got back my geog test. then on tuesday nothing much happened except for chem lesson, when my lighted splint just didn't want to go out so i was waving it around and screaming cos it just wouldn't stop burning. )): then wednesday i got back my chem and bio test. double killah! plus had a lit test on irony, which was totally unexpected and i will most probably flunk it. and because of the test the pure lit track girls couldn't go support the cross country championships. noooo! we were double third for it, but that's great! hahaha! yay top 3! nice run my friends. (: then hmmm thursday nothing much happened. did first part of a chinese test. then hmmm went for tramp. had to wear my comp leotard which was long sleeved. then had to warm up according to how competition warm-up was going to be like. we could only stretch and jump around on the floor and we had 30s each to do our routine on the trampoline and then we had to start the "competition". and i totally screwed my routine up - i sort of did an extra back-somersault which nearly landed me on the floor if my coach hadn't used the mat to save me from falling off. bleahhh. so demoralized. thank the lord i'm the reserve! hahaha! then hmmm friday was 400x2. didn't feel like pushing so much but still ran a 64 haaaa...(:&lt;br /&gt;today was training agaaaain. i slept at 9.30pm last night but i had to drag myself out of bed to train. then in the afternoon i had chinese tuition, and i fell asleep while my teacher was telling me what to write in my book so i was half sleeping half writing during an hour and 20min of tuition until my teacher took pity on me when she saw me nodding off and said she'll let me rest so she went home. hahha she's so nice! then i had to go for cat class where we did some lectio divina thing. it was quite meaningful. i learnt a lot of stuff today (:&lt;br /&gt;tramp comp next week! ahahaha! i get to skip school!! muhahhahahahaha!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this broken heart can still survive at the touch of your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-949583486550515813?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/949583486550515813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7172517388642900755</id><published>2010-03-19T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:48:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;camp was funnayee.&lt;br /&gt;my buddy was odeliaaa. hahaha! now i know she hates beans and egg yolks! hahaha! wheee! and she can be my second singing buddy after joy. hahahaa!! mmhmmm. anywayy training was pretty okay, except for the friday training, which was essentially today, cos we all ached and we had to do fartleck. like, noooo!!! )): but it has it's funny moments, like when me, petrina yiyi and odelia were bathing in the same bathroom. well, same bathroom different cubicles of course. first, petrina screamed cos she dropped her soap into the squat toilet. then yiyi screamed cos she dropped her comb into the toilet bowl (i don't know whether she fished it out or not, so don't ask me!) and then i screamed and wailed very very loudly cos i dropped my towel into the stupid squat toilet. i had to use odelia's in the end. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm well let's see, we ran relays in the rain on thursday at the stadium and the wind was blowing and it was freezing cold, but i liked it, and i couldn't help but sing and dance in the rain while yiyi tried to shut me up but to no avail. ahahaha! losahhh!!! well, cos it rained we couldn't get to sleep in the MPR cos it was aircon and ms lim was afraid we might get sick, so we had our session in the hall and we slept in the hall too. the session was awesome, as always. i like ms lim's talks, it's so motivational. hahaha! yupp, then i was a failure...forgot to bring my toothbrush, then tried eating biscuits but i tore the packet too hard and the biscuits flew everywhere. then yiyi odelia and i wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to eat oreo's but decided against it. hahaha! well we went to sleep at 11.40 i think. i had a dream my spikes broke. hahaha! and then woke up in the middle of the night to find odelia had rolled outta her sleeping bag, onto mine and pushed me off my sleeping bag cos it was so hot i was sleeping on top of it, so i was sleeping on the floor of the hall. hahahaha! then i tried to jerk my sleeping bag from under her...like tugtugtug and "urgh!" and "hey!" and then i couldn't do it cos i was half asleep and i didn't really care so i just shoved her a bit then slept on what space i had. hahah. quite funny. but when i woke up in the morning the first thing i saw was audrey laughing and someone poking me awake. =.= geez mann.&lt;br /&gt;dangit i hurt everywhereee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if trackers were dinosaurs, sprinters would be velociraptors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7172517388642900755?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7172517388642900755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7172517388642900755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7172517388642900755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7172517388642900755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-surprise.html' title='no surprise'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5799980014992836342</id><published>2010-03-14T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:38:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can say, that today was the worst race i have ever run in 2 years. no exaggeration. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lots of things went wrong today. firstly, the weather sucked. it was hot hot hot with no breeze. secondly, it started to rain just after they called us to report at the callroom. so the Girls U16 150m runners were in the call room for one and a half hours. to while away the time, joy yiyi and i sang songs, laughed, and totally wasted all our energy. so the result of the race was:&lt;br /&gt;a. wet track, dirty jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;b. flooded starting block.&lt;br /&gt;c. the worst run of my life.&lt;br /&gt;d. a lot of earthworms on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;wells, i shan't say anymore. i'm okay with the run, even though it was damn slow. heeheee. who cares about 150m?? to hell with it!!&lt;br /&gt;okayy. now is the time for some pics of sph relay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S5yt9L9ygWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CmdtksYda5U/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S5yt9L9ygWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CmdtksYda5U/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448420915907035490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha me and joyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S5yr-bmVAxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYta5pKEn20/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S5yr-bmVAxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYta5pKEn20/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448418738260214546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that they're both in the air! awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO MORE COOKIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5799980014992836342?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5799980014992836342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5799980014992836342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5799980014992836342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5799980014992836342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/03/eeeeh.html' title='EEEEH'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S5yt9L9ygWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CmdtksYda5U/s72-c/102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6448855519823857739</id><published>2010-03-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:56:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just didn't know what to do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yayy SPH relay was a success. heehee. B Div was second for 4 x 100m and third for 4 x 200m! pretty good considering we only practiced the entire relay 6 times. hahaha. good run people! but most not be too complacent, train harder and make sure our passing is perfectimundo! heehee. (: C Div performed very well too! Third for 4 x 400m and 4 x 100m. they were super fast for 4 x 200m and i think they could have won a medal for that too, but they were disqualified. ): ah wells, it's okay friends! you all did a great job! :D&lt;br /&gt;well, i passed my overall chinese. hahahah! i'm so happy! and it seems i'm doing 100mH and 400mH for nationals this year. i see. i'm going to diee. but at least it's something new! ahha! god help me hahaha. hmmm what else? nothing much else. just that i had a bio test and i'm going to fail. and i nearly fell asleep during maths today, which is a first. but i have an excuse cos it was 2 hours and 20 minutes of it at one go. not bad huh? that's as long as the training we had today at NYJC. goshh, it's pretty long come to think about it. and i had to buy bread on my way to training cos i didn't eat lunch cos iw as busy mugging, but i didn't manage to eat it all and i put it in my bag and now it's flat like a pancake. )): boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i don't wanna miss a thing~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6448855519823857739?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6448855519823857739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6448855519823857739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6448855519823857739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6448855519823857739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-didnt-know-what-to-do.html' title='i just didn&apos;t know what to do!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2739070648404846482</id><published>2010-02-28T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:09:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm falling to pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today i went for 2 masses. i had to go the 9am mass cos i had to attend the entrance ritual for confirmands, and i had to attend the 11am mass cos iw as lectoring for family mass. and i had to wear purple, but because i didn't have anything purple in my closet my mom made me wear a skirt and a purple turtle-neck shirt thing and gosh it was so awkward! you can't even sit down in it! what kinda outfit is that! i mean, when my friends saw me wear this, one said "oh my god jess, are you wearing a SKIRT??", another said "you know, you should put this down in your diary, 'i wore a skirt today!' i mean, it's like a milestone!"and another said "wow jessica, you look snazzy today." when i asked my bro what snazzy was, he said "it's like the Beegees." and i didn't really understand him.&lt;br /&gt;well, jon came back from NS and told us about his NS life, and gosh it was damn funny, although quite vulgar as well. but the vulgarities are pretty appropriate because, heck, it's army life. what's army life without swear words??&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMBERLYYY. HOPE YOU HAD FUN TODAYY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look what you've done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2739070648404846482?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2739070648404846482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2739070648404846482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2739070648404846482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2739070648404846482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-falling-to-pieces.html' title='i&apos;m falling to pieces'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4136663720585476630</id><published>2010-02-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:44:11.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...sighh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yayy i did okay for maths. well, at least i improved from last year. heehee..but i have a lot of careless mistakes. =.= darn it. hmmm okay what else this week? nothing much. just that i'm bloody bored. hahaha i can't bring myself to study chemistry ): and i think i'm gonna fail my argumentative essay. i totally can't dig out the main points and ermm argue about them! hahaha i fail at debate and arguing! then hmmm...i'm totally blur about biology, i totally suck at nutrients and i can't remember a thing. i threw everything away for chemistry about the structure and bonding and periodic trends, and all i can remember doing for my a.maths graphs is drawing a burger king graph and flipping my line upside down on the graph like a pancake. trampoline is getting better at least, but i have less than 10 trainings left...and i can't even join my whole routine up together, while the others can already execute their routine without even warming up. @#%yayy i did okay for maths. well, at least i improved from last year. heehee..but i have a lot of careless mistakes. =.= darn it. hmmm okay what else this week? nothing much. just that i'm bloody bored. hahaha i can't bring myself to study chemistry ): and i think i'm gonna fail my argumentative essay. i totally can't dig out the main points and ermm argue about them! hahaha i fail at debate and arguing! then hmmm...i'm totally blur about biology, i totally suck at nutrients and i can't remember a thing. i threw everything away for chemistry about the structure and bonding and periodic trends, and all i can remember doing for my a.maths graphs is drawing a burger king graph and flipping my line upside down on the graph like a pancake. trampoline is getting better at least, but i have less than 10 trainings left...and i can't even join my whole routine up together, while the others can already execute their routine without even warming up. @#%$&amp;amp;*^$#!!? i hope i'm the reserve. and i can't go for intensive training camp cos i have a church camp on exactly the same days. och noo!! and and...never mind. bleahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh no why am i feeling this way..i shouldn't be like this at all. someone please help me. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4136663720585476630?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4136663720585476630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4136663720585476630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4136663720585476630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4136663720585476630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/sighh.html' title='...sighh'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1427047145091599148</id><published>2010-02-21T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:16:07.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huryaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my brudder came home yesterday from NS. :D he looks so manly! and he has a crew cut, and he can't sit down in the shopping mall cos his commander says it's not what a solider would do. and he looks so cool in his uniform, and his backpack is so huge, and his company name is so awesome:Orion. woohoo~ he says the food in NS is good, but the training sucks. cos they wake up at 5am, fall in at 5.45, and then they have PE until 6.30, breakfast, then PE, then PE, then lunch i think, then lecture, then PE. and they sleep at 10.30pm everyday. and his bunkmates are crazy. one sings the song "1985" in chinese, and another sings...i can't remember, but another song in cantonese. hahaha! and he says he wants to go to OCS (Officer Commander School) cos he says they're slack. for example. 3 people are assigned to a machine gun. one soldier holds the rolls of bullets, another holds the tripod. and the Officer Commander holds the binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what he inspires to be.&lt;br /&gt;what a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad he's home! hahaha! it's been so weird without him around~ mmhmmm...((:&lt;br /&gt;it's Petwinaa's birthday today!! happy birthday Petwinaa! Hope you enjoy your birthday, don't study and just enjoy yourself today, cos it only happens once every 365 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; To feel lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you..&lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what it's like..&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1427047145091599148?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1427047145091599148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1427047145091599148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1427047145091599148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1427047145091599148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-brudder-came-home-yesterday-from-ns.html' title='huryaaa!!!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-463900146530430376</id><published>2010-02-15T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:33:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the luckiest girl in the world~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;goshh...today was so awesome, i don't know where to start. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;first of all, i didn't get seasick. second of all, i didn't get sunburnt. last of all, i saw a leopard shark and a manta ray in the same dive. which is, extremely lucky. for example, my parents waited 15 years to see one manta ray, and i managed to see one on my 17th dive. and this was extremely huge, gigantic. 2-3m wingspan, and it glided towards us and over us and disappeared again. goshh it was so amazing. nothing else to say now, so i'll just put up some pics. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQHoc2fkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VSG-wxfMQMc/s320/P2140060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438466117074320962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yellow seahorse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQIiVyQxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_iirUZailjo/s1600-h/P2150076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQIiVyQxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_iirUZailjo/s320/P2150076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438466132613939986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leopard shark! but my dad took the back of it...):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQH8kvZnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qcEYuG_dYYk/s1600-h/P2150029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQH8kvZnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qcEYuG_dYYk/s1600-h/P2150029.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQH8kvZnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qcEYuG_dYYk/s320/P2150029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438466122476119666" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me! harharhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQIRrOnPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kjUKAmMzxU8/s1600-h/P2150073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQIRrOnPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kjUKAmMzxU8/s320/P2150073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438466128140475634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moray eel. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone left the cake out in the rain..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-463900146530430376?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/463900146530430376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=463900146530430376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/463900146530430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/463900146530430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-luckiest-girl-in-world.html' title='i&apos;m the luckiest girl in the world~'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S3lQHoc2fkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VSG-wxfMQMc/s72-c/P2140060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4354692290395138137</id><published>2010-02-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:42:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong hee fat choi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heyy..it's the new year and valentine's day (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well i'm in phuket now. spent the whole of yesterday and today diving. 2 dives yesterday and 3 dives today. i saw a black tip reef shark and seahorses and blue spotted lagoon rays and a banded sea snake! whoo i feel so lucky~ hahaha...but i'm really exhuasted now. i only got back on shore at 8pm..which is 9pm singapore time. wells it takes 3 hours to get back from the site where i dived. i ate lunch and dinner on the boat, and i watched the sun set on the horizon. i could see it sinking down into the sea, and the sky was all colourful like a rainbow - red, orange, pink, blue and purple. and the clouds were all different shapes. and when the sun went down and the stars came out..it was great. i could see orion's belt and the northern cross (which is a constellation which points north!) and there were so many hundreds more stars here than in singapore. hahaha...and i could see fireworks cos it's chinese new year. awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ohyeshh...on the first day we went kayaking in the mangroves somewhere, which took us 2 and a half hours to get there by boat. yeahh...unfortunately the tide was so low (cos there's no moon during chinese new year, and if you remember your primary science, the gravitational pull of the moon or something like that affects the tide) we were stuck in the mangrove. so i had to get out and pull my kayak along with my mom - we took a double, see? - and outta the mangrove in the yucky squishy, squelchy mud. and my dad made it even worse when he started to comment on how all the insects from the mud were now burrowing their way through my foot and into my foot. hahh...but i saw sea otters! and monkeys! and colourful mudskippers! amazing! then i walked on the beach of some random island to collect shells as souvenirs for you all~ but then when i reached home i found out i had a bit of shell stuck in the sole of my foot and my dad had to squeeze it out. hmphhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wells, i'm gonna sleep now, gonna be another long day tomorrow. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4354692290395138137?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4354692290395138137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4354692290395138137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4354692290395138137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4354692290395138137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/gong-hee-fat-choi.html' title='gong hee fat choi'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5507371315810180207</id><published>2010-02-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:54:58.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runrunrunrunrun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yayy i finally managed to force myself to go downstairs and find some batteries for my mouse :D it works now! wooot! hahaha...today was alrighty. got back all our tests and stuff for chinese. i totally flunked chinese ting xie and zuo wen. )): 3 and 1 mark respectively. gahh i dunno lahh i'm just going to flunk my overall. grrrr!!! then bio test was okay. hahahaha i fell asleep at the end cos i ended pretty early, and i kept on jerking myself awake. like spasms once every minute. hahahah i felt so embarrased..but i can't help it ): then i had to go to the loo veryvery badly so i just rushed straight outta class to the toilet. hahahahahaah!! hmmm then met with 13 other sprinters and hurdlers at the basketball court at 3.45pm to go to NYJC. it felt so cool, when ms lim stood on the concrete block thing next to the benches and told us to behave ourself there and blahblahblah. i felt like i was some kinda special ops team being sent out to complete a top secret mission. hahahaha! took circle line there and helped to unload the power hurdles from the back seat of ms chua's car...she helped to unload herself or else we might accidentally bang the car with the hurdles and her dad will kill her. ah wells, i don't blame her. i'd be extremely paranoid if i were her too. hahaha. wells, the track there is in totally bad shape sadly. it's so hard it's as if you're running on concrete, and most of it is black and there are huge holes in it, as joy and yiyi said, if an elephant was wearing cookie cutters on it's feet, that's the shape and size it would have made. correct me people, if i'm exaggerating. wells, won't complain! it's better than nothing...hurdlers did 80mH and 100mH 5 hurdles per lane. then 400m once timing full speed...i felt so weird. and i realised my hand started to make funny shapes while i ran. ended early at 6.15pm! wheee! that means we only trained for 2 hours? ahahaha. then petrina and hazel and annabel called to ask how training was. so cuteee~ hahahahah!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so you sailed away into a grey sky morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5507371315810180207?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5507371315810180207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5507371315810180207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5507371315810180207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5507371315810180207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/02/runrunrunrunrun.html' title='runrunrunrunrun'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8788910415528932233</id><published>2010-02-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:10:55.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooty wooty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SAA was yesterdayy.&lt;br /&gt;the hurdlers did great~ wheee! hahaha! i'm so proud of my juniors :D first time they tried hurdles with starting blocks, and they didn't knock any down! woot! hahaha! and yayy i made a PB...haha but it won't do much good cos i won't be running 80mHurdles anymore =.= sighh ah wells what to dooo? but now i'm a 100% hurdler! whoa! i really can't believe it! no more 400m! except for relays of course, but at least it ain't individual! hahahah! oh em geee i'm so happyeee...todayy i got hit by the basketball twice during recess while i was playing with annabel and lucinda and jia en etc...once it bounced on my head and the other slammed straight into my nose. ): then hmmm nothing much. chinese was strangely alright today. then painted my chinese thingy. hahaha, the xin nian kuai le thingy on red paperr. hahahah yayy very funn~ hmmmm..i think i died for ting xie. ehhh screwed up my chem test. have i mentioned that before? and ehhh as ms lim said, exactly one more month to sph relay. soo hurdlers and 400m runners are going to NYJC on wednesday to train! how exciting! hahaha! but this wed i have bio test, and they might have to leave without me. ): but then ms chua might be able to bring me along in her car. muahahahah!! XD and that's weird, cos i should be studying for biology right now but i'm not. and i spent 20min unhemming my pinafore cos it's too short, and now my fingers sting cos of the way i pulled the thread out. hehehe. ahhh i'm so tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah well," he said presently, "he is dead, but he died like a man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8788910415528932233?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8788910415528932233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8788910415528932233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sighh totally screwed up my chem test. ):&lt;br /&gt;bio practical was quite fun. i offered to give my cheek cells as a specimen for lucinda and annabel to observe under the microscope, and it seems my specimen was actually quite good! i'm so happy with myself~ hahaha! and the chloroplasts are so cool. you can actually see them bouncing off one another, like puny green tadpoles in pinball.&lt;br /&gt;did hurdles for skills today, didn't go for tramp skills cos i was training for it in the afternoon. we filmed each other while doing hurdles. my thighs are so big ): and i jump too high, and my arms are all over the place, and my supporting leg is all straight when i kick it out. boohoohoo. anyway, lucinda stabbed me with a pen today, so i have ink in my left forearm. actually, she wanted to stab me in the stomach but i blocked it off with my arm...haha. then played captain's ball with the seniors and got stratched by one of them too. grrr....&lt;br /&gt;went for tramp training, and i was the only one there. i crashed rather badly for some of them, hahaha...but i think i prefer training alone. it may be lonelier, but it gives you time to think about stuff. mmmhmmm...really like it that way. ooh and the start-lists for 2nd SAA are out. i'm running with jannah. noooo! dunwanna. )):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm broken inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6918270911413817246?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6918270911413817246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5165223020343009259</id><published>2010-02-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:54:28.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me noww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i sent dayna off at the airport yesterday ):&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad! she says she might not be coming back for 2 years cos it's so ex to travel out of new zealand. goshh...next time we'll be able to see her will be in JC. poof! so yeahh...took random pics with her and stuff. her brother is very violent - he started slapping people cos it was a sorta game. well, he SAID it was a game. anywayy...there was this really weirdo guy at yck mrt. and he kept on asking me where i lived and my name and my age and my number...course i didn't tell him my number. he even asked me to sit next to him. i did but i sat about 0.5m away and turned my back to him. hahahahaha....then thank goodness the train came and i told him i was getting on the next one. my mom said i should give him a fake name next time. like, tan ah mui or something. i think that sounds gross. so i shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Wee Ting Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man that sounds quite nice. hahaha! ehh i signed up for YCS...Young Christian Students...or was it Young Catholic Students? anyway, it's a self-initiative CCA, so i have 3 CCAs right now. hahaha! cos it's supposed to help you with your relationship with God, and help you to grow closer to him. it has meetings on tuesday from 3-3.45pm...but i'm not so sure if signing up was a good choice or not. dunno if i can cope. maybe i should get advice from my mom. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, listen to this song...it's quite nice (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span 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noww'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6389426780010414094</id><published>2010-01-30T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:21:04.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't stand to fly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for tramp training at school todayy. i was the only sec girl there. haha the rest were all primary kids. first time i felt so tall. :P wells, i crashed a few times, but it was okay i guess. all the little kiddos kept staring at me and talking loudly about me behind my back. i could hear every word they said. hahahah they're so cute! anyways, trained for 2 and a half hours then went home had tuition then went for cat class. it was quite fun today. we played these games where you had to pick different coloured m&amp;amp;ms, and they give you a question for each colour. example: blue - the most embarrasing incident you've ever had. so on and so forth, and we're supposed to share it with the class. well, the group we were sitting in actually. then after that sang a few songs and played another game, where the facilitators stuck post-its which had "leper" or "bartender" on our back, and we're supposed to talk to our friends according to what they are.&lt;br /&gt;and i was superman...i found out who i was when someone suggested to me that i should wear my underwear inside my pants.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened during this week, mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw an angel, of that i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8982449658722163157</id><published>2010-01-25T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:38:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;todayy chinese teacher scolded me cos i was "dreaming"...): i'm damn sad. started to tear. hahahaa. actually i'm not sad, just damn pissed off....went to the toilet after that and punched the wall and grabbed my hair and went arghhhh!!! to vent off some anger. heeeheeee. then had pe. totally couldn't throw discus. i was the last one to learn how to flick a discus properly. and i threw it too early so it nearly hit zi ning. =/ epic failure. today certainly wasn't my day. and i was getting all frustrated and fed up then i decided to ask mr jega for the volleyball. and started to hit it hard cos i was reallyreally annoyed with this morning. and then went to play netball. hahaha quite funny. it made me happy again (: then geog was okayy...we got back our set notation test for maths. hehe...scraped an A1...bleahh. barely scraped it actually.&lt;br /&gt;then had full investiture rehearsal at 2.30pm. i think it's okay. i look totally stupid in the picture. hahahaha i don't know how i'll manage to walk up the hall without laughing. and the dance...i shan't say anything about that. and training. i was high. cos i was happy. and i sang songs to make me happy~ and it helped (: then 150 + 50 x 2. timings sucked. but it's okay cos it was grass. hurdles was alrighty too.&lt;br /&gt;went to support midd at bedok reservoir on saturday. only ying ting my mom and i were the only supporters there actually. played on the see saw near the car park with YT for a while. but i was always in the air cos...ehh YT is heavier than me. hahahah! then went to the toilet. then walked back to the carpark to get my mom. then walked back to where the teachers were cos my mom couldn't find them. then ms lim called me cos she wanted us to carry stuff from her car which was at the carpark...and we had to go back there again. sighh...midd are crazy. they finished running 4.3km in 20min!!! and the fastest person who was a national marathon runner (and who was a women ahemahem :D) managed to finish it in 16min!!! that's 10 rounds in 16min...and i can only do 6 rounds in 10min...=.= crazy lady.&lt;br /&gt;oooh gonna get a new phone cos the repair cost for my phone is over 100 bucks...hahaha! but i'm gonna get a cheap phone...if i can find one that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you tonight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish it could all end right now. i don't want to do this anymore. please...make it stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8982449658722163157?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8982449658722163157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8982449658722163157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8982449658722163157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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totally embarrased myself when i went for tution. it was raining pretty badly when i reached my tution teacher's house, so i had to run out. fortunately her gate was open, but when i ran out of the car my glasses immediately fogged up so i just ran blindly through the gate, and through the blur-ness of my glasses i made out two figures standing on the porch. and cos i didn't wanna bang into them i ran to my right, and screaming cos i couldn't see where i was going, crashed into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;most probably everybody in class heard my screams and cry of pain.&lt;br /&gt;but, as i learnt in cme class today, other people's opinion of you does not matter, so i shall not care what they had thought about me at that point in time. it was yesterday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;wells, today was okayyy. english teacher didn't come, so camwhored. it was preety scary. cos we're right next to the staircase leading up to the staffroom, and teachers were walking up and down on it. hahaha real scary. but it was fun. be a man, take the risk. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;training is okayy. did hurdles than fartleck. pretty slack actually. then went out to eat dinner with my bro and his friend and my mom and my great-grandma. in the car, i heard my bro's friend say "oh, is she the fierce sister you always talk about?" and immediately after that my bro just patted me on my shoulder and said: "i love you jessica!!" hahahaha how funny. sad he's going off for NS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together forever and ever to pass~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5058761235726960394?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5058761235726960394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3890830941081172608</id><published>2010-01-21T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:31:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar bread and sausage buns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i don't know why the title for this post is so weird, so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;i totally failed chinese. ):&lt;br /&gt;other than that, training for tramp was freaky. i had to do the whole routine, and it's only my 3rd training, if you include skills. gross. i think teng lao shi is mad. then when we were going home the sky was real dark. it was as grey as the tarma in the school carpark. trust me, i compared. ;D yuppyupp, wednesday track training was tiring. 300+m on the grass, 5min rest in between x 3. i think i died. hahaha! and dayna came back from new zealand! whee! she's grown 10cm okay! she says she's 159.5 but i don't believe her. she said, the secret to her sudden growth spurt is because she eats steak everyday for breakfast. i don't know if that's an exaggeration, but i sure wanna do the same thing as her if it helps me to grow taller. anyway, today did morning jog with windy and petrina and hazel. joy and yingting jogged separately cos they wanted to jog slowy - i guess it's cos they're calves hurt. well i totally died today cos windy and i more or less sprinted 2km in 10min...4 rounds around the track. gahh i couldn't breathe after that! felt like it was napfa! i don't wanna jog with her ever again. if you're reading this windy, no offense. you're just crazy. well, after school had invest rehearsal. i think the councillors are totally going to embarrass ourselves...i mean, we have to walk up the length of the hall by ourselves while they flash a mugshot of us on the screen!? and we have to do it in front of all the sec3s and sec 4s okay! good lord, i'm going to die of embarrasment on tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday, i don't know what we're going to do for training and i don't really wanna know either. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3890830941081172608?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3890830941081172608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3890830941081172608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3890830941081172608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3890830941081172608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/sugar-bread-and-sausage-buns.html' title='sugar bread and sausage buns'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5201933131220896340</id><published>2010-01-16T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:10:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on the top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday i went to sleep at 8.45 then woke up at 10.15 to watch the thingy on channel 8 about st nick's! whee! saw ying lin, and natalie tan, and shi qing and jia jun and yiyi and other people and the tramp team and me! hahaha! so funny. anyway, it wasn't at 10.30...it was at 11. ): so i went back to sleep after that. then woke up this morning and ate brekky and went there. arrived in the carpark at 7.09! whoaa aren't i pro?! anyway, warmed up with all the sprinters taking part. there were a LOT of us! Windy, Joy, YiYi, Song Ching, Shi Qing, Natalie, Jaime, Yee Sin, Stephanie....we were like one big group of blue and white warming up there. awesome-ness!! wheee! then we ran, and it didn't seem so bad. except that the drinks were lemon juice, not orange...ah wells. turned out i was first in my heat but 6th overall. the 5th person beat me by 0.01s! @%#^@*&amp;amp;!!?! but, altogether the St Nick's people did GREAT no matter what your opinion may be. ahha! nice one fellows! (: went home by myself too cos i got my mom her belated birthday present. flowers. and it leaked. darnit. ah well, she liked it anyway. hahaha! mission accomplished~&lt;br /&gt;ms lim wants to change pe elective to tuesday. then i won't be able to train for tramp on tuesday. and she said i can go for training in the morning on saturday. ))): my saturday is gone already...boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything isn't meant to be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5201933131220896340?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5201933131220896340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5201933131220896340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5201933131220896340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5201933131220896340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-on-top-of-world.html' title='i&apos;m on the top of the world'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4467141531871528495</id><published>2010-01-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:29:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>captain's ball~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's something wrong with all my links ):&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, competition is tomorrow. 150m...how awesome is that? i'm running with stephanie, belinda and natalie tan hui min. hahah 4 st nick's trackers in one heat mann! awesome~ well, before training today we played this awesome game of captain's ball. maybe 12 or 14 people were playing? and the numbers had grown from only 4 people...hahaha. it was damn funny. whenever i get the ball windy always seems to be in front of me and she and i just take one look at each other and scream. hahaha i don't know why, maybe it's just a reflex? it was real tiring cos we had to run everywhere to get the ball and i had a splitting headache after that...well, i think my team lost. but who cares? it was real fun and that's all that matters. maybe that's how we should feel like for competition too. i mean, it's real tiring too. it may be different, but we just gotta enjoy ourselves and it's not that bad anymore is it? hahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think this is a trap then?" the Count asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I always think everything is a trap unless proven otherwise," the Prince answered. "Which is why I'm still alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;William Goldman, The Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4467141531871528495?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4467141531871528495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4467141531871528495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4467141531871528495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4467141531871528495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/captains-ball.html' title='captain&apos;s ball~'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5087987847208793974</id><published>2010-01-12T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:08:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump jump bounce thud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went for training todayy. trampoline training. hahaha teng lao shi made me do all the moves at once. well, sorta at once. )): okay, i didn't fall badly or anything, just bounced badly. hahaha i think it was quite okay actually. surprisingly. oh yeahh...and cos our ex-captain denise scored 10 A1s she got filmed by some crew. and we got filmed too! doing all the jumps and moves and everything. it was a bit awkward cos they kept following us wherever we went. :/ but who cares? i'm on TV! chinese TV...=.= then after training went to tell ms lim that i re-joined tramp. and her first reaction was to put her head in her hands hahahah!! cos it seemed she didn't wanna force me to do, but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;kayy gotta go do lots and lots of tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball...and i love you free, i love you freely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5087987847208793974?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5087987847208793974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5087987847208793974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5087987847208793974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5087987847208793974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-for-training-todayy.html' title='jump jump bounce thud'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8681699051780170322</id><published>2010-01-09T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:02:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cca fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cca fair todayy. went at 7am and helped tp set up the booth. audrey had this very "innovative" idea of hanging up the comp jersey and tracksuit on javelins. hahaha! but then ms mohana asked us to take em down and hang em on some chairs. ): awwww...it looked so funny! anyway, then had to change into jersey, and i felt so exposed! demo-ed for 5 classes only for 2 and a half hours. the first 3 were one after another. but the 4th one took one hour to come and we were terribly bored. so i tried to learn how to do triple and throw a jav, but i failed for the jav. but for triple ms chua made a deal with me - if i could jump further than the 3 mats laid out on the basketball court she'll treat me to a drink. and i did! and she treated all 9 people who were on duty to a drink! soo nice~ bought sportade, then sat down on the mats and enjoyed the breeze, and the rustling of the leaves, and the clouds moving overhead, and the blue sky, and the sunlight shining through the branches on the trees.love it. then lucinda found a frog and called me. sooo cute~went home at 10.40, cos i had tuition at 12. met aleena and yan ling on the way to the mrt. found out yuin yih was transferring school, so there are only 5 people for tramp now. no more peoplee!! how!? )): this soo sucks. i thought it was finally over...&lt;br /&gt;my mom went to queensway and bought me a new shoe bag todayy~~ actually, it's not really a shoe bag. more like a puny duffler bag. hahaha! it's black and silver and the zipper has glittery ribbons on it! hahah! but it's nice. it may not look like a normal shoe bag, but it's practical. and it'll also make me look unique~ ah ha! she also bought me converse shoes, white ones with black stars on em, to match with some pink and orange coloured shoe laces that ahem..trevor gave me for christmas. so i'll have different coloured laces for each shoe! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what's worth fighting for when it's not worth dying for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8681699051780170322?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8681699051780170322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8681699051780170322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8681699051780170322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8681699051780170322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-fair.html' title='cca fair!'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-5571585165555714610</id><published>2010-01-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:30:48.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation joy chia's present = success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;operation successful!!! muahahaha! went to joy's class in the middle of skills for a few minutes to pass her her present...hehe. i wrapped up her spikes with 10 layers of chinese newspaper and her expression was great. when she saw the shoes she just screamed. and screamed. you know, when something is too loud, your ear drum rings? well, it did when she screamed, and it kept ringing for a few minutes after she stopped screaming her head off. well, i think she likes it but the size is too big. she was so hyped up she said it f***ing fits and then after she cooled down she realized it was one size too big..=.= very good joyy. give the sec 3 sprinters false hope. you'd better like my wrapping skills joy, took me 20 min to wrap it up i think.&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, found a caterpillar in my noodles at home today ): it was all grey and skinny and yeachhh!! donwanna think about it. at least it was dead. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm an alien, i'm a legal alien~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-5571585165555714610?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/5571585165555714610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=5571585165555714610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5571585165555714610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/5571585165555714610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/operation-joy-chias-present-success.html' title='operation joy chia&apos;s present = success'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2328072906021903693</id><published>2010-01-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:55:11.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today finally managed to tell ms lim that i didn't wanna do tramp anymore. yayy! she didn't mind~ wheee...i'm freeee!! muahahaha!! &gt;.&lt; but track comp is next saturday!? oh my gawd...i'm totally screwed, dead as a doornail shall i be. and i kena ava leader again ahahaha...i was totally useless on the first day of school...yesterday that is. but now i can set it up sort of. hahaha yay! erm erm...then in the afternoon had nothing on...totally bored...sorta...hehe....XD talent discovery tomorrowww~!! i'm so suay, i have to go for chinese and sit for the informal letter writing test. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, i'm using a lot of singlish words in this post...better not next time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2328072906021903693?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2328072906021903693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2328072906021903693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2328072906021903693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2328072906021903693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-885952077761251252</id><published>2010-01-03T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:27:10.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of da holidayys...):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhh my shoulders ache, and my hands feel raw and rough...and my nails feels funny.&lt;br /&gt;guess it was because i spent 2 hours straight kayaking again. hehehe...with my dad. went to seletar country club for lunch at 11.30am, then went to bowl at 12.30 till 1...it was my second time bowling? and i totally didn't hit anything until the 3rd one. then on the 7th or 8th one i got a strike! yayyy!! i'm so happy muahahaha. then cos it was fully booked at 1 we had to stop, and observed professionals as they bowled. and commented on some ehhh bimbo-ish looking girls. they were wearing really short dresses and skirts to bowl, like at their thigh kinda height. but some of em were good. hehe...hmm then drove to the maintenance centre to rent the kayaks. 2 other groups were there but they were sailing, and it was so funny to watch them capsize...hahaha aren't i evil???&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think one of the pipes underwater burst so there was this area which was bubbling....as if godzilla was breathing underwater. and my dad and i kept on kayaking over that spot to get a "massage", like in a jacuzzi. then we kayaked some more and found another larger bubbly thingy, but it stank. like hell. i think the pipe was some kinda thingy carrying sewage....yeachh. ah wells. had to go some where with grass cos my dad's kayak was taking on water and he was sinking...hahaha!! then it started to get real dark cos of the rainclouds and the waves were pretty big. :/ heard the lightning siren from the club and it was pretty creepy. turned round and headed back, and my palms feel like i've rubbed them on a bar for 2 hours...which i have. hehee....&lt;br /&gt;having roast beef for dinner again todayyy. watched terminator 2 yesterday, but it wasn't as scary as terminator one...anyway school starts tomorrow. i don't wanna wear my tie. i don't wanna wake up so early. i don't wanna study. but i can't wait for school to start cos i'm dying of boredom at home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S0B43T7BzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r0Xpcm7Js8U/s1600-h/terminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S0B43T7BzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r0Xpcm7Js8U/s320/terminator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422466842990070898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-885952077761251252?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/885952077761251252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=885952077761251252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/885952077761251252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/885952077761251252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-schoool.html' title='last day of da holidayys...):'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/S0B43T7BzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r0Xpcm7Js8U/s72-c/terminator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1070364278734042320</id><published>2010-01-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:05:34.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminator FTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woke up at 7.45 today...ate chilli mee (i couldn't finish it! hahaha i can't believe it!!) then went back to sleep at 10am? slept until 11.30, then had tuition from 11.30 until 1.30. thenn ehh...did mensuration, read 50 pages of a book? then stoned and listened to songs, then went to bug my bro cos i was bored. hehehe...you know, like call him to my room then grab hold of his arm, refuse to let go and make him drag me all over the house. then complained about how bored i was. and he kept giving me ideas of what to do, like: "do you want to play starcraft? but i'll will anyway..." and "let's play scrabble!!" i turned all these ideas down and then i helped to correct some mistakes he made while translating something for my brother. just grammatical errors...nothing serious. and then he decided to watch The Terminator...i readily agreed cos i was too bored...but i thought it was a good idea to bring down my pillow. and i'm glad i did that. sooner or later my brother started stealing my pillow from me, and i had to bring his own pillow down for him )):  it was so damn scary and bloody i was screaming half the time...like just one long shrill shriek. hahahahah!! and my mom started screaming too when she only sat down for 10 minutes. and we kept on arguing on who screamed first. but it was epic - it was made by James Cameron who also made Alien, Aliens, Titanic, Avatar, Terminator 2, what would you expect? totally EPIC. whooo!!&lt;br /&gt;and my mom requested that we watch Terminator 2 tonight...ahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1070364278734042320?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1070364278734042320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1070364278734042320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1070364278734042320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1070364278734042320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/terminator-ftw.html' title='Terminator FTW'/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-3320186453559628562</id><published>2010-01-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:18:37.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sighh i'm soo bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;right now i'm having a "party" hahaha. it's really boring...i'm tired and i can't sleep cos i have to take care of one of my guests, selina, and right now she's playing games on my phone. spent 2 and a half hours watching harry potter and the sorcerer's stone, and for the first time out of the 3 times i watched it, i didn't fall asleep at all! hahaha! the actors look so small and cute and tinny, and the subtitles sucked. hehe. well, i spent the whole morning doing set notation - yay finished it! then went for mass...yeah. then went out for lunch and came home and watched STAR WARS revenge of the sith. wheee! it's so cool, but it's so morbid when anakin skywalker turns to the dark side and becomes lord vader, and when he gets totally burned by the lava on the planet...sigh..that was sad and a bit gross. ah wells. well, after STAR WARS i went to sleep. for an hour. cos i was bored. B.O.R.E.D. bored. it's the 1st of January 2010 and i can't help but feel bored. hehe...): can't wait for school to start! then i can have something to do~ yayy yayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;fight him, we must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-3320186453559628562?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/3320186453559628562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=3320186453559628562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3320186453559628562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/3320186453559628562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2010/01/sighh-im-soo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4224033536428080841</id><published>2009-12-31T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:10:30.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i watched sherlock holmes two days ago~~ it's pretty cool, especially the fighting, but they totally screwed sherlock holmes up. as in, he's supposed to be tall and thin with a british accent. but in the movie he's some kinda action hero who knows karate and shoots people, has hangovers and gets chained to a bedpost naked...=.= and he doesn't even have an american accent! but it was cool, very nice, with some funny parts. and i like the soundtrack, made by Hans Zimmer! he's the guy who made the pirates of the carribean theme song! awesome~&lt;br /&gt;well i watched alvin and the chipmunks with yiyi yesterday cos she had no one to watch it with. hahahaha!! eeeek theodore is so cutee!! i feel like squishing him hahahahaha!! his voice is so high-pitched and his eyes are so big and he's so chubby. hahahaa!! ahh...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;hmm today i woke up at 9am!! ahhh so late! anyway, did set notation...then played around in bed. hehehe...then decided to find a new blogskin. harhar. took me like, an hour, cos for some reason, all the blogskins that i liked could not be loaded. like the pictures and everything for the background, so instead of seeing a nice pretty pic, you see something saying photobucketphotobucketphotobucket. and it happened 3 times! and i couldn't help but go RAAAAARGHHH!!! and grab my hair. hah...anyway, managed to find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's the end of 2009! noooo! so fast! i'm OLD!! DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4224033536428080841?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4224033536428080841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4224033536428080841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4224033536428080841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4224033536428080841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-watched-sherlock-holmes-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-7683641938547034135</id><published>2009-12-28T21:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:31:46.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i took a personality quiz, and i'm an ENFJ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ENFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Outstanding leader of groups. Can be aggressive at helping others to be the best that they can be. 2.5% of total population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Giver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As an ENFJ, you're primary mode of living is focused externally, where you  deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system.  Your secondary mode is internal, where you take things in primarily via your intuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJs are people-focused individuals.  They live in the world of people possibilities.  More so than any other type, they have excellent people skills.  They understand and care about people, and have a special talent for bringing out the best in others.  ENFJ's main interest in life is giving love, support, and a good time to other people.  They are  focused on understanding, supporting, and encouraging others. They make things happen for people, and get their best personal satisfaction from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because ENFJ's people skills are so extraordinary, they have the ability to make people do exactly what they want them to do.  They get under people's  skins and get the reactions that they are seeking.  ENFJ's motives are usually unselfish, but ENFJs who have developed less than ideally have been known to  use their power over people to manipulate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJ's are so externally focused that it's especially important for them to spend time alone.  This can be difficult for some ENFJs, because they have the tendency to be hard on themselves and turn to dark thoughts when alone.   Consequently, ENFJs might avoid being alone, and fill their lives with  activities involving other people.  ENFJs tend to define their life's direction and priorities according to other people's needs, and may not be aware of  their own needs.   It's natural to their personality type that they will tend to place other people's needs above their own, but they need to stay aware of their own needs so that they don't sacrifice themselves in their drive to help others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJ's tend to be more reserved about exposing themselves than other  extraverted types.  Although they may have strongly-felt beliefs, they're likely to refrain from expressing them if doing so would interfere with bringing out the best in others. Because their strongest interest lies in being a catalyst of change in other people, they're likely to interact with others on their own level, in a chameleon-like manner, rather than as  individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which is not to say that the ENFJ does not have opinions.  ENFJs have definite values and opinions which they're able to express clearly and succinctly.  These beliefs will be expressed as long as they're not too personal.  ENFJ is in many ways expressive and open, but is more focused on being responsive and supportive of others. When faced with a conflict between a strongly-held value and serving another person's need, they are highly likely to value the other person's needs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ENFJ may feel quite lonely even when surrounded by people.  This feeling of aloneness may be exacerbated by the tendency to not reveal their true selves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People love ENFJs.  They are fun to be with, and truly understand and love people.  They are typically very straight-forward and honest. Usually ENFJs exude a lot of self-confidence, and have a great amount of  ability to do many different things.  They are generally bright,  full of potential, energetic and fast-paced.  They are usually good at anything which captures their interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJs like for things to be well-organized, and will work hard at maintaining structure and resolving ambiguity. They have a tendency to be fussy, especially with their home environments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the work place, ENFJs do well in positions where they deal with people.  They are naturals for the social committee.  Their uncanny  ability to understand people and say just what needs to be said to make them happy makes them naturals for counseling.  They enjoy being the center of attention, and do very well in situations where they can inspire and lead others, such as teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJs do not like dealing with impersonal reasoning.  They don't understand or appreciate its merit, and will be unhappy in situations where they're forced to deal with logic and facts without any connection to a human element. Living in the world of people possibilities, they enjoy their plans more than their achievements.  They get excited about possibilities for the future, but may become easily bored and restless with the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJs have a special gift with people, and are basically happy people when they can use that gift to help others.  They get their best satisfaction  from serving others.  Their genuine interest in Humankind and their exceptional intuitive awareness of people makes them able to draw out even the most reserved individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFJs have a strong need for close, intimate relationships, and will put forth a lot of effort in creating and maintaining these relationships.  They're very loyal  and trustworthy once involved in a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ENFJ who has not developed their Feeling side may have difficulty making good decisions, and may rely heavily on other people in decision-making processes.  If they have not developed their Intuition,  they may not be able to see possibilities, and will judge things  too quickly based on established value systems or social rules, without really understanding the current situation.  An ENFJ who has not found their place in the world is likely to be extremely sensitive to criticism, and to have the tendency to worry excessively and feel guilty.  They are also likely to be very manipulative and controling with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In general, ENFJs are charming, warm, gracious, creative and diverse individuals with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick.  This special ability to see growth potential in others combined with a genuine drive to help people makes the ENFJ a truly valued individual.  As giving and caring as the ENFJ is, they need to remember to value their own needs as well as the needs of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-7683641938547034135?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/7683641938547034135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=7683641938547034135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7683641938547034135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/7683641938547034135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-took-personality-quiz-and-im-enfj.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-836743127771865468</id><published>2009-12-26T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:24:58.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhh came back at 2am yesterday from a party...hahaha. it was a weird one. i got beaten up by my friends, who are all younger than me..i was the eldest one there. they brought me to their room, pushed me down onto a bean bag, put another bean bag on me, so it covered my entire torso and my head, dumped quilts on me, and proceeded to hit me with bolsters and pillows and stepping on me and lying down on me...and they're gymnasts, aka, VERY strong people...not to mention there were only 2 of them there and they're both the top 2 gymnasts in singapore in their category. what's more, they took a video of my ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;am i not a great friend!?&lt;br /&gt;heehee but it was quite fun. i think they're sadistic, and i'm a masochist. hahaha! but still, at least it wasn't boring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-836743127771865468?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/836743127771865468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=836743127771865468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/836743127771865468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/836743127771865468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhh-came-back-at-2am-yesterday-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-1819434827127122498</id><published>2009-12-25T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:47:07.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0bkNMgLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DTaHNff0U_g/s1600-h/DSC_7806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0bkNMgLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DTaHNff0U_g/s320/DSC_7806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419013899813683378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this is a place in Erecea! look at how cloudy it is! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0bB-iurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CIqGJfYgAn4/s1600-h/DSC_7678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0bB-iurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CIqGJfYgAn4/s320/DSC_7678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419013890625419954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that's me trying to be a zombie coming out from the tomb to scare my bros (it IS a tomb, the hole in which i'm sitting in), and i'm obviously failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0a7iwzZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dStO5-dnGu0/s1600-h/DSC_7673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0a7iwzZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dStO5-dnGu0/s320/DSC_7673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419013888898289042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that's matt coming out from the tomb to try and scare me, and he's obviously failing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQyhdc8gQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yRs0lNla7SY/s1600-h/DSC_7025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQyhdc8gQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yRs0lNla7SY/s320/DSC_7025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419011802056655106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;that's me collecting snow for ahem ahem...this is proof that i got it for you, and that's it REAL snow, and that it's not tap water or something. hahaha. muahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;it's christmas it's christmas! i opened up my presents todayy! i got 5, but i think i'm getting a few more later when i go out for dinner...hehe. i got a wallet from my mom, and the rest just chipped in to get me a trilogy of books, which was pretty cute. heehee. yesterday i slept at 1.15am! and i wouldn't have woken up today if my mom hadn't come into the room and shouted :"it's 10 o'clock! it's time to open presents! we're all waiting for you!!" and i had to distribute the presents cos i apparently won the "best dress" award because i was still in my brother's pjs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;so yayy MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-1819434827127122498?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/1819434827127122498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=1819434827127122498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1819434827127122498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/1819434827127122498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-place-in-erecea-look-at-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SzQ0bkNMgLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DTaHNff0U_g/s72-c/DSC_7806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6781171388362050782</id><published>2009-12-21T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:58:40.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;touched down at 6.53am today, then reached home at 8am...i was thinking of coming for training, but i decided not to. teehee. then ate fried rice for lunch at 10 then my mom dropped me at amk hub so that i can buy something that cost $2 for the gift exchange. then went to braddell and waited for hazel...she said she was gonna be late but she was only late by 4 minutes? really hazel, you're too kanchiong!! XD then went to school, did the SWOT thing, then brainstormed for themes...then we had the bbq and played double wacko and captain's ball - sec 1 against sec 2. it was pretty fun haha.  i dowanna go with joy anymoreee...all she does is make fun of me and sing songs about me...makes me feel like beating her up. muahahaha!!! &gt;.&lt; just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6781171388362050782?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6781171388362050782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6781171388362050782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6781171388362050782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6781171388362050782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-gawd-im-home-im-so-glad-im-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-400441275166641946</id><published>2009-12-19T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:23:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm in the sheraton roma hotel using free internet in the lobby, typing with an italian keyboard, and reading instructions off the screen in italian. heehee. i reached the hotel yesterday at 3 something? then played cards with my bros for 2 hours straight and then we were so desperate we watched pokémon in italian on TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we've ditched the car and we're using public transport to get around rome right now. today was a really long day...went to see the colosseum, pantheon, palatine, the Trevvy fountain and the cappuchin tombs. harhar, they were cool stuff. the first 3 landmarks were mostly ruins, but the cappuchin tombs was the most interesting cos the cemetery was sorta made outta bones and skulls and lots of dead bodies were everywhere. but it's a holy place so it's alright. (: the fountain was totally awesome! i don't know how to describe it really, but it was too cool to be true. i should paste a pic of it here when i get home. well, at the fountain the tradition is for people to throw a coin into the fountain over their left shoulder, cos if you do that you'll come back to rome for a second time. hahaha! cute. then we had to run about 2 to 3km all over the streets of Rome back to the place where the bus will pick us up because we walked so much today. hahaha! but it really warmed me up cos it was damn cold. grrr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my dad da baoed - if that's how you spell it - Macs for us for dinner, cos a sandwhich in the hotel cost us £14...yucks! so bloody expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tomorrow is going to be another long dayyy! gonna see the vatican and 3 churches and maybe the spanish steps and maybe some more ruins. nooo! but then sunday will be pretty boring, cos i'll be catching the morning flight back to singapore...it takes about 12 hours, and since i'm 7 hours behind you all, i'll reach in the morning at about 6.45am on the 21st of December, reach home at 9 something, change and bathe, grab something to eat, then head over to amk hub to buy something that costs $2 for the gift exchange at track camp, then go to school at 12 something. whee! can't wait to see all the sprinters too! hahaha! XDD wonder how you all are doing mann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wells, it's been a long post and i'm going off nowww. (; take care of yourself, all the people out there! i'm coming HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-400441275166641946?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/400441275166641946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=400441275166641946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/400441275166641946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/400441275166641946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-sheraton-roma-hotel-using-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-8539924257431346865</id><published>2009-12-13T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:10:14.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi! this is me! from italy! i don't have much longer cos i'm paying 1 euro to use the internet..so. ahm. italy is awesome! the scenery is superb and it's screen saver potential. i went up to mount etna yesterday, and fell down and tore my scab in the process =.= grrr...going to take a long time to heal and a scar will be there too. ah wells...went to see tombs in the walls of some valley today. some kinda necropolis, and i think it was pretty interesting, but morbid as well. heehee...anyway, i brought back some snow from mt etna...yeah! i even have a photo to prove it, but i can't upload it now...never mind. okayy gotta goo...other people are waiting to use the comp...haha&lt;div&gt;hope all of the trackers are safe and that you're all training hard man! SAA is in one month okay! hahaha! how encouraging...chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-8539924257431346865?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/8539924257431346865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=8539924257431346865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8539924257431346865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/8539924257431346865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihi-this-is-me-from-italy-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6619088217451670951</id><published>2009-12-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:41:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm leaving in 2 hours for italy!&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch movies until from 1am to 6am on the plane, cos i HAVE to sleep at 6 as it's 11 o'clock at night in italy...so it'll be sorta easier for me to adjust my body to the new time schedule. haha...i'm so going to die. that means i wouldn't have slept in 22 hours. god help me. oooh but i'm coming back at 6.45am on the 21st singapore time! that means i can come for the track camp! yes!! but that also means it's around 12 midnight in italy, so i won't go for training...but at least i can come for the second part of the camp and the barbeque! wheee! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;soo goodbye everyone. i'm gonna miss you all, and good luck with training, all the trackers out there. don't die from a heart attack if you see more snakes in the holding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6619088217451670951?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6619088217451670951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6619088217451670951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6619088217451670951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6619088217451670951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-leaving-in-2-hours-for-italy-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-501422129597383942</id><published>2009-12-04T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:18:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saw a black garden snake during training today! saw it on the concrete track while warming up, and it was around a metre long...cool! but it totally freaked me out at first cos it was a BIG one even though it's harmless...ah wells. then we did cones, and then fartleck on the field which was quite tough. then medicine ball. and i fell down and grazed myself cos i was walking around with windy and gillian and yuhao to try and find the fitness gym, and we ran away from ms lim but i forgot i was wearing spikes so i slipped and fell with a big thud. hahaha!! i didn't even know i was bleeding until i looked down at my leg, which was 5 minutes later. so embarrasing...hahaha. hmmm, and i thought the lady in the canteen was selling pe-shirts but she wasn't..epic failure. then i went home and it rained like mad, and my umbrella was totally weird, cos it had this button so i accidentally pressed it and it just closed up while i was in the middle of nowhere, so i had to run back to the bus stop to avoid getting drenched. then had birthday noodles for lunch...yay...watched mythbusters while eating. awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling bored, terribly bored. and i'm starting to despair cos my bloody leg doesn't wanna dry up and turn into a scab. urghh!! how am i going to wear jeans tomorrow!? sucks...i'll have to wear it for 15 hours on the plane...goodness. italy here i come...but i'll miss everyone here. bleah...amazing, since this is the first trip that i have ever been so un-excited to go on. well, it's cold there so it'll cheer me up but, i'll miss you all! everyone who reads this post and everyone who doesn't, i'll miss you all...grrr! )): but don't be sad, cos i'll be coming back soon enough. yay! ahahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-501422129597383942?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/501422129597383942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=501422129597383942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/501422129597383942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/501422129597383942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/saw-black-garden-snake-during-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-144772897952046314</id><published>2009-12-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:45:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goodness gracious me, it's the 1st of Decembah!! woohooo!! christmas is coming christmas is coming! i'm leaving in 4 days though! oh noes! but fear not my friends! for when i come back, i shall buy tonnes and tonnes and kilos of christmas crackers and pull it all at once so that the popping thing inside the crackers will all go off at once and create a gigantic explosion of noise colour and flame!!! muahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched Star Trek wit my bro and mom..and the funny thing is we started watching it a 11 o'clock at night and ended at 1am today. haaaha! great movie! i love it! and the soundtrack is just so bloody awesoe!! woot!! hahaha! wells, i woke up at 9 today, and was so bloody bored in the morning i watched Home On The Range by myself, then mythbusters straight after...i somehow can't wait for training tomorrow, cos i wanna see the weird ad wonderful ideas of ms natasha to make us train...heehee...and i FINALLY managed to make my new ez-link card yippee! then i followed my mom to some GARMIN thingy to lear how to download the maps of Europe into the new GPS we bought specially for this holiday. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy!! stop tooting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-144772897952046314?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/144772897952046314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=144772897952046314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/144772897952046314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/144772897952046314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodness-gracious-me-its-1st-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2153382642905616444</id><published>2009-11-30T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:59:48.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today was kinda fun! except for the morning, cos my mom dropped me at amk mrt to make my new ez-link card, and it seems i need my birth certificate or passport to make one. grrr! so i went all the way there for nothing! what a pisser...so i had to spend $1.20 to come home, and then i watched mythbusters. teehee. then went back to yck mrt and hitched a ride with annis to faber gardens (which is kim's house. thanks kim!! and kim's mom! =D) for a class barbeque! whee! hahaha! i spent all my time cooking, but it was fun. then valerie and xinyi brought out water balloons to play with, and i got pulled into the pool by windy and janielle...muahahah! well, the whole class got pulled into the pool by someone else (except for lucinda, but she has a valid excuse) and it was really funnaye. bwahahah! then we took underwater camera shots! lord it was weird. then played truth or dare, then indian poker. to play it you just pick a card and balance it on your forehead, but you can't see it. and the person who has the smallest card which is an ace, will lose and has to eat a given portion of food as forfeit. thank goodness i didn't lose. haha. then then errr nothing much. just changed and hung around then went home, and annis's mom was kind enough to send me home! wheee! thank you annis's mom! ((:&lt;br /&gt;but when i got home i was locked out! grrr!! actually, my brother was at home, and he didn't answer the home phone cos he couldn't find it =.= so i had to climb over my wall and jump off like someone committing suicide, and annis and her mom watched me do it, but i daresay it was great fun! hahah! climbing it and jumping off! wheee! yayy so i'm still damp, but i'm alive and happye! at least today wasn't at all boring (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2153382642905616444?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2153382642905616444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2153382642905616444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2153382642905616444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2153382642905616444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-kinda-fun-except-for-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-272784885752312566</id><published>2009-11-26T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:56:04.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was a really sad day ):&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, we had to move out of st nicks, and when we had to sing the school song as we lowered the flag, tonnes of people started to cry. i guess that was the most emotional moment of my life, even though i didn't cry then. haha...then we went to see the new school. it's okay i suppose, lots of trees and everything, it's a bit tinny, and the canteen looks small! hahah! but it's pretty, cos of the trees. looks like some kind of place that i'd go for a camp. haha! yupps. but guess what! there's a macs next to braddel mrt which is just down the road! whooo! hahaha! yayy! ((: then i decided to go back to st nicks, so i went back and hugged the spec stand railing and started crying hahahaha!! oh lord that was weird. but it was so sad. and i lay on the track and on the field and walked around and gawd i don't wanna leave! )):&lt;br /&gt;aaand i lost my wallet in amk hub =.= i was dumb enough to leave it in the cubicle in a toilet and by the time i got back it was gone nooo!! hahaha i'm so super de duper stupid. soo made a report at the lost and found..bleah. ): said they'll ring me up if they found it. i lost my ez-link so i'm stuck in the house! noo! )): and today i dropped me phone on the floor and lost some of the pics from walaa that annabel sent me...grr! why does this have to happen to meee!? ah wells, i can always ask her to resend them to me..heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you st nicks!! )),:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-272784885752312566?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/272784885752312566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=272784885752312566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/272784885752312566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/272784885752312566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-really-sad-day-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2486662404045829233</id><published>2009-11-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:25:23.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;todayy i had council meeting in school. hahah! i think it was quite okayy...all we had to do was just sit around on the track in the shape of a star and watch the cheerleaders do the routines. i guess it was all pretty good bonding. we finished it all in like, 1 and a half hours, so i think it was pretty good! now it's just the dance that we have to worry about though...then i came home and watched mythbusters then ate lunch which was some weird chicken rice balls thing, but it was real nice (: it's nice to have something different for a change. then tuition frm 3 to 5, and then i started to watch GHOSTBUSTERS II. hahaha! i think i'm crazy over it! but it made me jump a few times, i say it's slighty freakier than the first one, but about as funny. then i saw my eldesy bro dress up in a tuxedo! woaahh! and his hair was all spiked up like Edward Cullen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh my gawd you look just like Edward Cullen!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Shut up jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeapp, and he had to wear the mask and everything! hahaha! i think he actually looks quite handsome when he decides to dress up for once..haha! yupps...burger king for dinner! wheee~ hahaha! omgg i'm actually nervous for tomorrow...hope the passing doesn't screw up and everything. that's the worst bit, the passing. and yellow house team is...i dunno!! so pro! gahhh never mind. just try our best yayy!! new holding site here we come! bleah...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2486662404045829233?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2486662404045829233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2486662404045829233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2486662404045829233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2486662404045829233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/todayy-i-had-council-meeting-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2109000171715976571</id><published>2009-11-23T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:13:42.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmms...slept with my mom last night, but i couldn't sleep. went to bed at 9.30 and woke up at 1am to make my way to my own bed, but i was shivering like mad when the fan and air-con weren't even on in my room, then decided to take my temperature and found out that it was 38.2 degrees and i went NOOOO!! cos i really really really wanted to train!! last day of training in this campus you know!? grrr!! how annoying...yeah so i took a panadol then went back to bed and yay i recovered! no more fever! haha! but then my mom didn't want me to go for training anyway...=.= boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;sooo i woke up at 6.30 and sat around for a while then went to bathe at 7, then went on the comp, looked around, then went downstairs to eat some ginger cookies i bought from IKEA yumyum~ and then decided to watch GHOSTBUSTERS!! jealous hazel? haha! yeahh mann! GHOSTBUSTERS FTW! wheee!! i can't believe it was made in 1984, hahaha!! that's more that 20 years ago...25 years ago in fact. poof! real funnaye! i loved it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;then i went for lunch at hougang festival market, and had noodles yay. then me and my eldest bro lost my mom...bleah. and my tummy started to hurt again and i still had to walk around the mall looking for my mom, plus we didn't bring a phone =.= but we finally found her outside the macdonalds, thank goodness. haha! (: yayy so my mom said i don't have to go for tuition, and in return i vacuum the house...haha i'm such a slacker...sorry can't help to turn down such a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-2109000171715976571?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2109000171715976571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2109000171715976571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2109000171715976571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2109000171715976571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmmms.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-4355870260649844069</id><published>2009-11-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:59:33.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today has been such a screwed up day...=.=&lt;br /&gt;had food poisoning, so i went to sleep at 8.30 yesterday, and had to wake up at 11pm and 7am to go to the toliet, i had diarrohea see? haha. then i slept all the way until 12pm. then woke up and ate fish soup for lunch, then slept a bit more, went on the comp then slept again. hahah! then went for mass at 6pm, and i left after communion with my mom cos she had food poisoning too. yeahh...then we went home to collect my bro from and went to thomson plaza to collect contacts and buy chinese ke ben. had noodles for dinner then went home...and in the end we were locked out. =.= cos the key for the front door seemed to have fallen off her key chain, and so we were LOCKED OUT. and we were SICK. so my bro, climbed onto the roof of our house and tried to climb in through my window...but i closed it. oops. haha! so my mom called up my neighbour and asked for permission to let my bro climb over her wall and go round to the backyard of our house. and thank the lord my bro forgot to close the back gate before we left. so there we got in!! yes!! muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the beginning...there was...GINGERBREAD MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-4355870260649844069?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/4355870260649844069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=4355870260649844069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4355870260649844069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/4355870260649844069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-has-been-such-screwed-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-6251272436913439528</id><published>2009-11-21T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:40:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was quite the fun! but it was also very tiring cos we had to walk here there and everywhere to get from one place to another. ohh mann...hahaha but we didn't go to wild wild wet..sad)): i was looking forward to it all through fartleck, which was extremely horrible. i totally died and got the worst lactic acid i have ever had. hahaha! bleah...weells we went to watch a christmas carol instead at cathay cineleiusre...i think it's cineleisure. muahaha! and it was DAMN freaky! especially the third apparition that came to Ebenezer Scrooge. gosh that was totally freaky. i just jumped right out of my seat. hahaha! and joy screamed so loudly at the first part when err err Marley's face appeared at the door. yeah. if i hadn't known what was going to happen i most probably would have shrieked too. and some children were crying! hahaha! it was scaryyy freaky. =/ ooh and before we went to watch the movie we went on a major eating spree around ION Orchard. hahaha! cool! and me, hazel and joy stood in front of a peacock in a glass cabinet outside the food hall looking like dummies cos we thought it's head moved.hahaha!!! so we just stood there and gawked!! muahaha damn funny!! XD then we went to the toilet cos ying ting said go to the B4 toilet cos it was really nice..yeah it was big. real big and lots of glass and panelled wood and everything. whooo cool. and and joy was gaping at some pastries and i said "joy, let's move!" and then i pulled her, or did i push her?, and we just crashed right into a pile of trays and it fell on the floor...damn embarrasing. and joy just had to start cursing me in front of the shop owner, and you know what her curses are like. =.= hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am home alone todayy. there's nothing to do at home and i'll have to stay here stuck in the house and rotting away. gahh...i have to make my own lunch too. let's hope i won't blow up the bread-toaster. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't know what to do... i have nothing to do at all!! i think i'll just movie marathon by myself and eat tuna sandwhiches all day long. hahaha! yayy!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693742833967329469-6251272436913439528?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/6251272436913439528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=6251272436913439528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6251272436913439528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/6251272436913439528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693742833967329469.post-2028847955619492431</id><published>2009-11-19T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:57:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/loyal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Free Quizzes for Everyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooh cool...&lt;br /&gt;todayy i woke up at 7.25am using my inner alarm clock and proceeded to vacuum the house with ma new vacuum cleaner!! wheee!! it's so nice to use cos it's so light and everything~ muahahaha! then i helped to cut mushrooms and cut up pieces of parsley into many teeny tiny pieces with a pair of kitchen scissors, then i went with my mom to IKEA to eat lunch (IKEA meatballs! yumyum~) and get my new track shoes yayy! it's PINK!! can you believe it!? i've NEVER had pink track shoes before! muahaha! then came back and went for tuition..yeap another utterly boring day. oooh! and it rained so darn heavily when we were coming back from IKEA visibility was ultimate ZERO. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3693742833967329469-2028847955619492431?l=trackburner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/feeds/2028847955619492431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693742833967329469&amp;postID=2028847955619492431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2028847955619492431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693742833967329469/posts/default/2028847955619492431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trackburner.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-good-friend-because-youre-loyal.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica the Superwoman!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08237678773181424146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zSGtzOKJA84/SR2ULZvywMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zd9Y7L6ZQbI/S220/Faith1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
