<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:52:18.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theimaginedthing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116654220650111942</id><published>2006-12-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:30:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah i haven't been here for so long.&lt;br /&gt;yes posting was on thursday and as momo proclaims too, ib it is. &lt;br /&gt;i really can't be bothered to blog about mundane stuff happening in the hols haha so yes.&lt;br /&gt;till 2007 arrives. new school new friends new beginning. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116654220650111942?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116654220650111942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116654220650111942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116654220650111942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116654220650111942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-i-havent-been-here-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116463727559063638</id><published>2006-11-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:21:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im happy i just got my green nano ! (: &lt;br /&gt;and i was too overly excited when i got it i asked the salesman when i was still in the shop: so can i use it now?&lt;br /&gt;salesman said: NO SONGS HOW TO USE ??? -.-&lt;br /&gt;my brain was malfunctioning. as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just did cip at jurong library today. i hate cip at the library the books are so dusty and smelly. yuck.  :/ and i had to do it alone at the children's section cos stupid zhiwei went so early and did it on another level. double yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116463727559063638?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116463727559063638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116463727559063638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116463727559063638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116463727559063638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-happy-i-just-got-my-green-nano-and.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116411340575343532</id><published>2006-11-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:07:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i worked out today. by shopping. my legs ache now. i need to go to east coast to cycle! everyone seems to be too lazy to get their butts of their sofas and go to east coast :(&lt;br /&gt;anyway. went to bugis street with asy weiwei rach after the pae briefing today which was a totally waste of time when i could have just asked someone to take the stuff home for me. and then that stupid salesgirl totally pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were looking at the top on the mannequinn and asked the salesgirl this store how much was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us: &lt;/strong&gt;how much is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woman in store 1:&lt;/strong&gt; dono. we havent decided the price yet. -.- and they want to put it up to sell without knowing the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we started giggling profusely-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kaypoh woman in the store next to store 1: &lt;/strong&gt;why you all laugh.... never put up the price only what...(in terrible singlish)&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING kaypoh woman&lt;br /&gt;anyway im happy i bought my off shoulder top and the nice gem top that i was looking for since dunno when (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rach and weiwei went off cos weiwei refused to go to vivo city with me and asyikin and would rather go to tiong bahru plaza to eat fishballs i have no idea why. and rach had a headache from starvation cos we kept her away from food for too long while shopping at bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;so me and asy went to vivo. im seriously toot its my fourth day running going to vivo. you can see how bored i can get. and went all the way there from bugis cos we wanted to see the nice new big theatre. only to find out that they have this private function so we couldnt watch. and so we walked and walked and walked around vivo city and was kinda lost although i've been there like 4 times in consecutive days. we didnt even realise we walked into harbourfront shopping centre and thought we were still in vivo. &lt;br /&gt;and then we ate at long johns and b&amp;j. long john silver's pls hire more efficient workers who can do math properly. it was so amusing. we wanted this set which was 5.95 and then added on stuff. their cashier counter broke down so they used calculators instead. he keyed in 5.95 + 1.00 + 0.30 =7.25. we gave him 10 bucks and he returned us 7.25. HOW DUMB CAN HE GET. so anyway we used that earned money to buy yummy b&amp;j. fish food flavour. what a queer name to give an ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;so yes what a fruitful day. sigh i still havent decided where to apply for pae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116411340575343532?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116411340575343532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116411340575343532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116411340575343532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116411340575343532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-worked-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116385014115025235</id><published>2006-11-18T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:42:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>green stripes. my favourite (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116385014115025235?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116385014115025235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116385014115025235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116385014115025235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116385014115025235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/green-stripes.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116376704192600116</id><published>2006-11-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:37:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#CCFF00;"&gt;BYEBYE OS HELLO FREEDOM AND MANY SLACK DAYS TO COME (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as free as a birddddddddd in the sky ! although chem was so screwed and it was a bad paper to end the os but im still happy cos its all OVERRR. &lt;br /&gt;went out with zhiwei and asyikin yesterday after exams. and although it wasnt exactly a fruitful shopping trip, but we had tons of fun talking. and just slacking cos we all felt so drained and tired. photos soon when THE HOMELESS ZHIWEI sends them to me haha.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: hope history paper was good for you! and dont worry too much your chem k im sure it will turn out fine. you always worry too much. cheer up and we can go watch step up together next week ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116376704192600116?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116376704192600116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116376704192600116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116376704192600116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116376704192600116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/byebye-os-hello-freedom-and-many-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116334543714111594</id><published>2006-11-12T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:30:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just made a brave confession. &lt;br /&gt;and to that person: if you feel that you are perfect, so be it. but i just felt like telling you that what you have done all these months have really accumulated the anger in me and i wanted to let it out. so. just let me cool off and everything will be fine. but. im quite sure our friendship would not be the same anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendships are fragile; easily made and easily broken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116334543714111594?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116334543714111594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116334543714111594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116334543714111594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116334543714111594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-made-brave-confession.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116323561857741441</id><published>2006-11-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:00:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM IN SUCH A FUCKED UP MOOD. it just cant get worse than this&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt let SOME people spoil my day;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116323561857741441?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116316953339634980</id><published>2006-11-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:38:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you dont knw how fringin annoying irritating and bitchy you can get. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116316953339634980?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116316953339634980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116316953339634980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116316953339634980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116316953339634980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-dont-knw-how-fringin-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116307007560122348</id><published>2006-11-09T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:01:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;screw biooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 more days to freedom.... and retail therapy (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116307007560122348?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116307007560122348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116307007560122348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116307007560122348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116307007560122348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/11/screw-biooooooo-7-more-days-to-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116195022288023065</id><published>2006-10-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:02:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#CCFF00;"&gt;thanks guys for making my 16th birthday such a memorable one !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and thank you for all the birthday wishes :] i really appreciate them !&lt;br /&gt;and especially zhiwei asyikin rachel nat, you all really made my birthday the most memorable day and the dirtiest one as well! yall never fail to crack me up with all your nonsense and jokes and gossip. yes. and i really enjoyed these 2 years with you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhiwei:&lt;/strong&gt; weiwei! i will really miss you when you go to your cheenapok school. but dont turn too cheenapok haha. you cannot forget me okay  you must call me no matter how busy you are and tell me all the numerous stuff you know about numerous people. and we have to continue to go for concerts together! continue to be the pro violinist you are already now and invite me to your debut concert! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asyikin:&lt;/strong&gt; though i only started talking to you this year, but we have been great gossip pals yeah! you must continue to fill me in with all the crappy stuff and be each others informant about certain people. :P continue to be your funny crappy horny self! and. MARK IS CUTE! hahaha. and yes i will try to grow taller. TRY. we must learn the salsa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachwang:&lt;/strong&gt; wang wang! you never fail to tickle me with your bluriness and sleepiness. and i remember those times when you bring home my shopping to hide them from my mom. and how you always dont buy stuff and make me feel like a total shopaholic haha you are the blurest friend i have ever met! but dont change cos i like you the way you are and i love you just the same! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat:&lt;/strong&gt; nats! i will never forget how to fill me in with all the guys you have crushes on and who you like im like your secretary! and no i will not be your min mai maid ever again because it is such a tedious and arduous job to do. just remember, friends are forever, boys are whatever! :] dont get too mesmerised with ndwtw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chia:&lt;/strong&gt; although you had to leave early and couldnt be part of the surprise, i still love you! i will not forget how we always study at the pool and get annoyed at the stupid security guard and the fat idiotic boy in the pool. and you are like my alarm clock who never fails to hurry me even before the recess bell rings. i need to eat chia so dont need to be too punctual for lessons esp your favourite SS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just too many things to tell you all but i cant type it all at once. esp with my goldfish like memory. i cant wait to go out after the os with all of you :] but for now, just mug all the way for the os and we can all ace it together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#FF0066;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL &lt;3 &lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116195022288023065?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116195022288023065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116195022288023065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116195022288023065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116195022288023065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-guys-for-making-my-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116144402685816606</id><published>2006-10-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:23:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#FF0066;"&gt;WE LOVE PUNKING AND PHONING YEAH MOMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we are fellow gooseberries&lt;br /&gt;and GET A GRIP ntwm and ndwtw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116144402685816606?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116144402685816606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116144402685816606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116144402685816606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116144402685816606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-love-punking-and-phoning-yeah-momo.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116123762547485528</id><published>2006-10-19T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:22:33.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#FF0066;"&gt;2 papers down zillions more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bio Practical was shitty. nothing i studied came out wth. Mep Prac was fine not as nerve wrecking as i thought it would have been. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Stockmann and Peter Stockmann are seriously getting on my nerves. I seriously detest lit i have no idea why i took it in the first place. it just isnt my cup of tea. and if i actually choose IB and take lit again for another 2 years of my life because its compulsory, i will just flip and die. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get down to practise my violin! second instrument prac is tmr and i hardly practised. well actually it isnt that important after all.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i realised how fun school is after it is taken away from me. WE WANT SCHOOL right rach wang. i miss all the fun and hilarious times in class and how i get teased so often hahaha. i even have a list of nicknames or characteristics whatever of me. &lt;br /&gt;Maria Min Mai (the vietnamese maid of rach and nat who always serves them yet her salary never rises above zero)&lt;br /&gt;Concubine Wee (this is annoying and disgusting. Wee Hock Seng's concubine)&lt;br /&gt;pp princess (this is sick)&lt;br /&gt;princess soot black of ghana (though im not soot black at all, no where near tan)&lt;br /&gt;pink parrot&lt;br /&gt;flaccid sticks (because i love otah from the malay stall. grrr)&lt;br /&gt;durian jelly head&lt;br /&gt;ghana sai&lt;br /&gt;yun wei's best friend (zhiwei's sister. HAHAH i have no idea how she became one)&lt;br /&gt;daddy long legs&lt;br /&gt;rufus the naked molerat.&lt;br /&gt;Too Sick ones are not posted up here HAHA. like how i always miss out the C in secx in amath. and PROMISCUOUS flowers instead of conspicious flowers in bio. &lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116123762547485528?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116123762547485528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116123762547485528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116123762547485528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116123762547485528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-papers-down-zillions-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116099484341796763</id><published>2006-10-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:34:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photos from last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/last%20day%20of%20school%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/last%20day%20of%20school%20001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illegal nat and rach eating chocolate eggs in class;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/last%20day%20of%20school%20049-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/last%20day%20of%20school%20049-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/IMG_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/IMG_3060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asyikin rachel me slacking at bishan library after rj open house;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/DSCF1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/DSCF1865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oh so scary examination hall;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/whee%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/whee%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us on the rooftop packed like sardines ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/last%20day%20of%20school%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/last%20day%20of%20school%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cool zigzag pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/IMG_3053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/IMG_3053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asyikin being suicidal from hunger pangs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/whee%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/whee%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE ! right zhiwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/whee%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/whee%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWeeT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to upload anymore. i need to get myself into the bio prac mood and start taking stuff out the fridge to draw. i need practice. today's NUS trip was so productive i feel happy. i shall slack and sleep early so that a tomato wouldnt look like a cucumber tmr. GO ME FOR THE OS ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116099484341796763?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116099484341796763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116099484341796763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116099484341796763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116099484341796763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/photos-from-last-day-of-school-illegal.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116075669741029939</id><published>2006-10-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:41:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGHHHH. today's officially the last day in mg. ): i REALLY REALLY miss it. especially when we had the baccalaurette service it was so heart warming and i just miss the chapel services every monday. as usual. i was being emo poks. (: plus all the tchers who were singing the song for us, it was so touching! even they cried. awwwww&lt;br /&gt;and today was so mixed. with emotions. cos we were all being so high and crappy. with our cameras of course. and some were so illegal. eating chocolate eggs in class (: photos will be up soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway so we decided to be toot and climb to the rooftop yet again. and jump up and down and climb up and down all the staircases we saw. and i got so scared cos for some reason i was always the last one to get down the staircase after everyone. :S&lt;br /&gt;then i went for my sumptious recess as usual. and ate my yummy otah for the last time ): though i can always come back and eat it, but the feeling of being part of the school and eating it will just be so different. SIGHHHH AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;then it was the baccalaurette and a whole lot of emo stuff&lt;br /&gt;it was time to go for rj open house! HAHAH i felt so mean cos 5 people had to tag along with me to rj even though they had no plans of going there. nevertheless it was a nice exploration. as usual i made a whole lot of noise and embarrassed myself yet again in the bus. and how we should set up a band called "SUGAR WORMS" and how i got aroused by chia and nat pinching my neck and how i got aroused when asyikin grabbed by shoulders with her palms. HAHAH this is sick talk but this would always be part of our conversations in class daily. and it never fails to lighten up my spirit, despite some horrible teacher who didnt even say bye to us on the last day of school when she left our class. i should have just left and gone to the library since she was so willing to allow whoever who didnt bring their papers to get out of class. i was being so on about her lesson for once. and she just had to give us the black face and walk off. ULTRA ANNOYED AND PISSED. and as usual i dropped my entire file on the way down when i came down from the double decker bus. it was so utterly embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hahaha just that its queer that all the rafflesians say the people there are hot, but they are actually so not. maybe those we saw only lah. especially this girl who gave us the KI talk. she was so amusing all of us started bursting out in laughter. cos of her high socks, high skirt, round specs and mushroom hair. it was just so hilarious. and im sure asyikin it was bcos KI was too cheem for you. HAHAHA and seriously have a BIG problem. i annoy librarians where ever i go. the librarian was scolding the grp of us cos we were making too much noise when we were touring the rj library. and she was definitely pointing at me cos i was talking most of the time. argh im so jinxed with librarians. &lt;br /&gt;we were all so darn tired after that cos rj is SO HUGE. and so me rach asyikin went to bishan library to "study". it was so a failed attempt. we were listening to songs taking photos and listening to our stomachs rumble. and asyikin couldnt take it anymore and decided to jab herself with the glucose stringe. which was actually a cool pencil she bought from the bookshop HAHA she looked extremely suicidal. &lt;br /&gt;then it was long john silver for dinner. it was darn hilarious when rach called herself TECK WAI HAHAHAHA NAT HINT HINT she was trying to guess your name. HAHAH then we were bored and decied to think of a stock phrase for every girl in the class and happyily imitating their laughters. asyikin and i are so born to be gossipers. HAHAH and then. we got damn annoyed at the stupid woman who called us irritating cos we were talking too loudly. WTH who is the iritating one. if you want a quiet and soothing atmosphere, go to a posh restaurant and sit at a corner to romance with your imaginary lover idiot woman. &lt;br /&gt;And rachel was happily being so calm and composed while asyikin and i were ranting to each other about how irritating the woman was. ULTRA ANNOYED. wang wang is the calmest and cant-be-bothered person i know. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAH but i have gotten over the annoyedness already, its back to mugging. argh im so dead bio prac is on tuesday and i havent started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL NEVER FORGET THESE WONDERFUL MEMORIES IN MGS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With loving hearts and joyous song we sing to MGS&lt;br /&gt;And tell the fame of that fair name, for we can do no less&lt;br /&gt;we hope that we may honour bring and heaven ever bless our school&lt;br /&gt;the fairest in the land our own dear MGS! &lt;3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually miss singing the school song! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AN MGS GIRL, ALWAYS AN MGS GIRL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116075669741029939?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116075669741029939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116075669741029939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116075669741029939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116075669741029939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/sighhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-116040596410698941</id><published>2006-10-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:05:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH ASYIKIN !&lt;/strong&gt; (dearest honey baby HAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20250.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20250.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time shopping eh! when everyone else is mugging hard for the os, we are in town. oh gosh we need to wake up POOTS! you annoying drag me along. but not as if i will study also if im at home. anyway I LOVE MY SHOES OH SHOE CLONE! we can wear it together. (: &lt;br /&gt;OH FELLOW GOSSIPER, LOUD HAILER, LONG WISHLISHER, have a great birthday! (of course you will, with MEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;and of course. RACHEL AND R**N HAHAH we had a fabulous time suaning her eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD FOOD FOOD, your favourite, or mine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;MICH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-116040596410698941?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/116040596410698941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=116040596410698941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116040596410698941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/116040596410698941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-sweet-16th-asyikin-dearest-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115898796100242411</id><published>2006-09-23T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:04:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is all about making decisions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/hee%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/hee%20065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4A4 &lt;3 all of you are special in your very own ways and i love all of you just the same. i will really miss the times we had spent together.&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone who has made my life special in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115898796100242411?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115898796100242411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115898796100242411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115898796100242411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115898796100242411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-all-about-making-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115865996611499234</id><published>2006-09-19T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:01:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days the word MODERATION has been said for dunno thousand and one times because of prelim results and everything. but i just feel that sometimes. being moderate is not the best thing to do. this is totally out of point from the moderation word we use in terms of results. sometimes its just good to have your own views instead of just sitting on the fence and doing nothing. like ASLAKSEN, this moderate person in my lit book. &lt;br /&gt;and i just feel that i should just let some people know about what i feel instead of just keeping it inside. being extreme and going all out to express your feelings might actually be a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOYING PASSION FRUITS. &lt;/strong&gt;passion is not everything you need to have action not just passion or just merely words. PASSION DOES NOT WORK WONDERS. SPLITTING YOURSELF INTO THREE DOES NOT WORKS WONDERS AS WELL AND THINKING YOU ARE SO BLOODY HIGH UP IN THE SKY WHEN ACTUALLY YOU ARE SO NOT &lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i just think i think too much and get annoyed easily. many can testify for that. SO LETS THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED VENEZIA/GELARE ICE CREAM TO MAKE ME HAPPY :)&lt;br /&gt;posting longest day photos soon after i dload all the photos from chia into my teeny weeny memory thumbdrive that can barely store anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115865996611499234?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115865996611499234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115865996611499234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115865996611499234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115865996611499234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-few-days-word-moderation-has.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115838268858718195</id><published>2006-09-16T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:21:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LONGEST DAY WAS SUCH A BLAST! :D&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun especially during the games and getting ourselves all wet and painty and dirty and soapy you get the idea. we really bonded so much as a class and a level in just one day.. although some of us might not know one another well but it was so encouraging to see people cheering one another on and sharing joys and sorrows together. it was such a wonderful day i will remember forever. other than being camera crazy and taking truckloads of photos, that wasn't just it. longest day was such a memorable event, we had worship as a whole level and praising God asking him to bless us and help us to do well in the Os.. the songs were so meaningful and it was just so heart wrenching singing them, and how this may just be the last time that we can all gather as a cohort to sing and worship God and how all of us are striving towards the same goal. im almost tearing typing this :(&lt;br /&gt;then we had the concert where every class performed and some paid tributes to their teachers. THANK YOU ALL MG TEACHERS WHO MADE A DIFFERENCE IN OUR LIVES. how they tolerated our rubbishy work and how we always yak on and on when they teach. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL FRIENDS I HAVE MADE THESE 4 YEARS IN MG, how great you all have been for being there with me and encouraging me and having truckloads of fun together. its just so saddening to know that all of us are going to end this journey in mg so soon. we will never be so closely knitted as a class and a level ever again, the feeling would be just so different and we just cannot relate to the same thing with the same feelings and emotions anymore, unlike what we can do now. I REALLY HATE TO LEAVE. but reality is just looming towards me. this is all just too soon.&lt;br /&gt;then the whole sec 4 level put our arms around one another and sang sad and terribly emo songs. i just broke down. i badly wanted to control my tears but buckets just ran down. then zhiwei and rachel cried along with me. though asyikin nat and chia was trying to be amusing to stop me from pouring out tears and calling me a drama-mama, i just couldn't stop realising and thinking that this journey with the best friends i have ever made in my life was going to end. and leaving mg was the last thing i wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;so sec 4s just persevere and run the last lap of our race, and may the memories of friendships made and pleasures shared be not forgotten, may the wonderful experiences and memories be etched in our minds never fade away, ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't lose your way  &lt;br /&gt;With each passing day  &lt;br /&gt;You've come so far  &lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away  &lt;br /&gt;Live believing  &lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving  &lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start  &lt;br /&gt;Live your story  &lt;br /&gt;Faith hope and glory  &lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth  &lt;br /&gt;In your heart  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together  &lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams  &lt;br /&gt;Will never die  &lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through  &lt;br /&gt;To forever  &lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by  &lt;br /&gt;For you and I  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind  &lt;br /&gt;Must learn how to bend  &lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star  &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end  &lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain  &lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain  &lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears  &lt;br /&gt;All away  &lt;br /&gt;Worlds are swaying  &lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying  &lt;br /&gt;Please let them come  &lt;br /&gt;Home to stay  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together  &lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams  &lt;br /&gt;Will never die  &lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through  &lt;br /&gt;To forever  &lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by  &lt;br /&gt;For you and I  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there  &lt;br /&gt;In the dark  &lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun  &lt;br /&gt;In the dark  &lt;br /&gt;We'll feel the light  &lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together  &lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams  &lt;br /&gt;Will never die  &lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through  &lt;br /&gt;To forever  &lt;br /&gt;As high  &lt;br /&gt;As souls can fly  &lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by  &lt;br /&gt;For you and I  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for letting me be part of the MG family (: its one thing i'll look back upon and smile. It was an amazing journey which i wouldn't regret spending the last ten years of my life being part of. i'll probably miss the warm atmosphere the most, knowing that we're all working towards the same goal, wanting to do well together as a cohort and not just as individuals, and to know that there are people who love and care for you. the wonderful moments we spent together would last me a lifetime.  and it deffinately hurt to know that it was probably the last time that we would gather and just spend time together as a cohort, as the &lt;em&gt;class of o6&lt;/em&gt;. that was what pushed me to tears, the reality that i'll have to leave all these behind just too soon and to move on to something new, something different. i've probably been in MG for such a long time that i'll miss the familiarity of everything, feeling like one BIG family, the friends and even the teachers who had to put up with this listless student of yours, the devotions and being able to praise God together. i must say i haven't taken enough time to thank everyone for making this experience such a special one. Thank you for all the crazy moments and fun we had together, thank you for being so encouraging for even the smiles you carry on your faces which never fail to brighten up my day, thank you for all the help you offered and for just being there, thank you for making MG such a warm and friendly place and sharing this journey with me, thank you for just being you. you have no idea how much i appreciate you guys and how much you mean to me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  and to A4. i remember stepping into this class not knowing all of you. im really glad i was placed here, though you were very different from the classes i was in the previous years. i've learnt to appreciate all of you and im greatful to you for being special in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm really going to treasure the last month or so we have left together. once again, I LOVE YOU CLASS OF 06 I LOVE YOU MG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that town&lt;br /&gt;I miss the faces&lt;br /&gt;You can't erase&lt;br /&gt;You can't replace it&lt;br /&gt;I miss it now&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one, always on my side  &lt;br /&gt;Always standing by &lt;br /&gt;Seeing me through &lt;br /&gt;You were the song that always made me sing &lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this for you &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, I'll think of where I've been &lt;br /&gt;And all of ones you knew me better then any One ever will again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly &lt;br /&gt;Helped to free the me inside &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes you opened the door &lt;br /&gt;To something I've never known before &lt;br /&gt;And your love, is the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've taught me &lt;br /&gt;Only your love could ever teach me &lt;br /&gt;You got through when no one could reach me before &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you always saw in me &lt;br /&gt;All the best that I could be &lt;br /&gt;It was you who set me free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;br /&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe the hopes hes granted&lt;br /&gt;Means a chapter in your life is through&lt;br /&gt;But well keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It wont even seem youve gone&lt;br /&gt;cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;If the lords the lord of them&lt;br /&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;br /&gt;cause the welcome will not end&lt;br /&gt;Though its hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;In the fathers hands we know&lt;br /&gt;That a lifetimes not too long to live as friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel wang. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115838268858718195?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115838268858718195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115838268858718195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115838268858718195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115838268858718195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/longest-day-was-such-blast-d-we-had-so.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115824499633190110</id><published>2006-09-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:43:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LONGEST DAY TMR! GETTING HIGH AND EXCITED&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115824499633190110?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115824499633190110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115824499633190110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115824499633190110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115824499633190110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/longest-day-tmr-getting-high-and.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115771788368354915</id><published>2006-09-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:18:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 53% Angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/angry-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you are not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;But you're easily frustrated and enraged. You have one heck of a temper.&lt;br /&gt;And because of your anger, you tend to feel resentful and even spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;You already know how to quell your anger. You just need to do it more often.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Angry Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just a random note i was too bored to do anything else :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115771788368354915?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115771788368354915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115771788368354915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115771788368354915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115771788368354915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-53-angry-generally-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115764895950635514</id><published>2006-09-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:09:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is late but i need to blog on this! 060906 was a special day for a special someone..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH ZHIWEI! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love doing stuff in chronological order so here it is.... the special day !&lt;br /&gt;okay so actually we (chia rach nat me) planning a surprise for DEAREST ZHIWEI on 050906 you can go see her blog for the flattering post about her wonderful surprise. then its shopping all the way followed by DEVIL WEARS PRADA. it was good nice show to laugh and relax and look at nice glam posh clothes &lt;br /&gt;anyway lets let the photos do the talking. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us and the colourful room of surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pigging out at gelare near zhiwei's house as usual cos i was hungry after the long walk out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 2 sleeping beauties + chia on the sofa. i bet they were tempted to fall asleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch bdae girl's treat. yumyum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat and i enjoying the fried rice with egg HAHA recommended by chia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'drink more tea people it can wash the oil down your intestines' nat and she being SUPER health conscious HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too high for me to sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER HOUSE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER CUTE PHOTO ! (: don't we look like the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P9050039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P9050039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS THE WONDERFUL DAY !&lt;br /&gt;ended with a satisfied bdae gurl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/DSCF1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/DSCF1769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE BIRTHDAYS MEAN MUCH MORE TO YOU ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115764895950635514?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115764895950635514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115764895950635514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115764895950635514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115764895950635514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-late-but-i-need-to-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115729774185559117</id><published>2006-09-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:09:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear asyikin is the funniest sickest corniest lamest person i know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; if i get myself into a relationship my mum would chop, slice and dice me and feed me to the yeti in timbuktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich: &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich: &lt;/strong&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt;her mom's so liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; i hope he doesn't get her preggars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich:&lt;/strong&gt; i think her mom just cant control her lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich: &lt;/strong&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich:&lt;/strong&gt; so what if he does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says: &lt;/strong&gt;she likes to listen to that gayfag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says: &lt;/strong&gt;hhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry but i wouldnt pity her&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;strong&gt;ich:&lt;/strong&gt; this sounds mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says: &lt;/strong&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; cus she made the choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich:&lt;/strong&gt; but she was the one who wanted it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says: &lt;/strong&gt;to commit at such a young age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; i think it's too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; jc then can lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; and i think its more of physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; altho i don't see whats so irresistable abt that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says:&lt;/strong&gt; he shrinks even a praying mantis' sex drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picaresque says: &lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some parts sound so innocent. yet others sound hmm. she needs a brainwash. :D&lt;br /&gt;im drinking vitagen now: The Healthier Probiotics Drink. a random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway more photos! we were bored after teachers day celebrations so we took photos in class during "class time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20272.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20272.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20256.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/sony%20digicam%20pictures%20256.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/whee%20134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/whee%20134.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped from liz's blog. salt and pepper on my scalp :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/whee%20130.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/whee%20130.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one ripped from liz's blog. NICE liz me asyikin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115729774185559117?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115729774185559117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115729774185559117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115729774185559117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115729774185559117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-swear-asyikin-is-funniest-sickest.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115729270518132847</id><published>2006-09-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:11:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FDD PHOTOS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/Founder%27s%20Day%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/Founder%27s%20Day%20088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and being the maid for the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/FDD%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/FDD%20063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the toilet acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/P7250118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/P7250118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the hotel room acting cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped from liz's blog. ME BEING DUNKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/DSCF1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/DSCF1307.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of A4 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/1600/826_2695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2878/3691/320/826_2695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flemings left and right hand rule !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115729270518132847?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115729270518132847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115729270518132847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115729270518132847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115729270518132847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/fdd-photos-me-and-being-maid-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115728992456004624</id><published>2006-09-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:41:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>revived my blog! (: wish i could keep it alive though. for now im gonna post photos! :D i've been longing to post them since dont know when but i just couldnt be bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;neh. anyway prelims are OVERRR. i know this is kinda late but still it's worth celebrating for!&lt;br /&gt;and now life's kinda boring except for the going outs for 3 days consecutively and burning a hole in my pocket. I HAVE TO EARN MONEY to fufil my wants of online shopping (asyikin we have to execute our plan okay.)&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurt from the stupid mondo heels which squish my toes. nonetheless they are pretty. &lt;strong&gt;i changed my shoes like over a million times i tell you. i bet everyone thought i was some sort of weirdo, but whats new? oh well. haha. rachel wang was so nice she brought back my shoes so that my mom wont know i bought so many things at once. haha. its like free delivery right to my doorstep on tuesday la. anyway, i cant believe how STUPID i was. i dropped money behind the stupid gelare ice cream machine! causing tonnes of trouble for the gelare people but its just TWO BUCKS and we had to wait there for like fifteen minutes. ah, im such a troublemaker! clumsy one at that too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE&lt;3 -pray and hope i wouldnt be such a clutz in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RACHEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was so annoyed at the stupid gelare manager having me to wait for half an hour just to wait for him to pick up 2 bucks under the ice cream thing and kepy saying he had to verify how much i gave :S then i got so impatient that i thought the sound of the blender was the sound of them trying to vacuum out my money from underneath. i think i was hallucinating. &lt;br /&gt;oh then after that i went for this contemp dance show thing at esplanade theatre with all the dance girls i have no idea why i wanted to go but anyway. it was so contemparary that i barely understood it. it was oh-so-weird-and-scary that i would have nightmares but oh-so-nice for the dancers. just couldnt understand them and the show hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115728992456004624?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115728992456004624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115728992456004624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115728992456004624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115728992456004624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/09/revived-my-blog-wish-i-could-keep-it.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33595581.post-115701750817522276</id><published>2006-08-31T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:45:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33595581-115701750817522276?l=theimaginedthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/feeds/115701750817522276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33595581&amp;postID=115701750817522276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115701750817522276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33595581/posts/default/115701750817522276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimaginedthing.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>theimaginedthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00556130415570219388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2878/3691/1600/957594/826_2660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
