<?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-6167488844563437900</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:28:00.487+08:00</updated><category term='cow eat grass'/><category term='colossians 3:23'/><category term='colossians 3.23'/><title type='text'>welcome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4779471255809881259</id><published>2009-10-01T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:31:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, i'm using xanga now. skippingspeedboats.xanga.com.&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to use.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4779471255809881259?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4779471255809881259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4779471255809881259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4779471255809881259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4779471255809881259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-im-using-xanga-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6513956403279415070</id><published>2009-09-15T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:23:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't posted for a long time. and i won't be cause EOYs are COMING! and I'm lazy, and I don't like blogger, Nut recommends livejournal. But I'm lazy to start an account.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I have 2 lazys in one paragraph. I need to stop being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha! I'm so happy Federer lost. I'm pretty sick of him winning. So the hairy bumblebee won. My dad will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Serena was really scary, my grandpa n my uncle n my dad were like, "Did the earth shake?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I feel quite sorry for her, my family calls her a buffalo. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really useless right now. Me n Nut FINALLY finished our stupid animated thing. We ended up just moving the heads. And now I should go practice oral. It's today. Ask Gwen how terrible I am, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Le Xuan told me to "stay positive". HAH cleaning aunty! fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for today's geog lecture. YOU-KNOW-WHO wasn't there! so we had a VERY FRUITFUL lesson:)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I'm feeling high n lame.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6513956403279415070?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6513956403279415070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6513956403279415070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6513956403279415070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6513956403279415070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-i-havent-posted-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3700774604124860854</id><published>2009-07-12T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:32:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MY BROTHERS DO WHEN THEY THINK NOBODY IS LOOKING 1</title><content type='html'>This utterly hilarious. I found this on photobooth. Some were taken a long time ago, but my brothers do this when like my mum's cooking and Dave is  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to be practicing violin. Or when..I don't know when. But it's dead hilarious, and embarrassing too! (I'll show this to their girlfriends next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ULTIMATE HOURGLASS FIGURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="317" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b9d6d72e1bd6696" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9d6d72e1bd6696%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E339C0534E8379E9B312E096F405D6A95C32AF5.572FE4E94A3526EC90477A827B46A8057D107614%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9d6d72e1bd6696%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djtx6ZaI0IhGKRmpHVheC2Thkc1s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="385" height="317" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9d6d72e1bd6696%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E339C0534E8379E9B312E096F405D6A95C32AF5.572FE4E94A3526EC90477A827B46A8057D107614%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9d6d72e1bd6696%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djtx6ZaI0IhGKRmpHVheC2Thkc1s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more, but it takes really long to load so you have to waitttt...&lt;br /&gt;for me to come on the computer again. Which I do often, but hey it's for homework. Like would you ever have thought that facebook helps with homework? no? well, my LA PW group used it for the stereotyping project! we can pass photos and videos that way. Never would've thought of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3700774604124860854?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b9d6d72e1bd6696&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3700774604124860854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3700774604124860854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3700774604124860854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3700774604124860854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-my-brothers-do-when-they-think.html' title='WHAT MY BROTHERS DO WHEN THEY THINK NOBODY IS LOOKING 1'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5210253368652211526</id><published>2009-07-10T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:36:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have 2 brothers. this is self-explanatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SlcLWu-Vp8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ilFtgjzIaLw/s1600-h/Transformers-Optimus-Prime-theme-682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SlcLWu-Vp8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ilFtgjzIaLw/s200/Transformers-Optimus-Prime-theme-682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762766975018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SlcLW20gF7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Kzsiuq8kVRs/s1600-h/Xlr8_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SlcLW20gF7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Kzsiuq8kVRs/s200/Xlr8_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762769081243570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are the coolest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-5210253368652211526?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5210253368652211526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5210253368652211526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5210253368652211526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5210253368652211526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-2-brothers-this-is-self.html' title='i have 2 brothers. this is self-explanatory'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SlcLWu-Vp8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ilFtgjzIaLw/s72-c/Transformers-Optimus-Prime-theme-682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4712666681382516334</id><published>2009-06-24T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:57:17.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam trip cancelled!</title><content type='html'>I'm quite sad really. I haven't been on a mission trip for ages and I just felt that I really really needed to go this time. I think I've been really selfish recently, only caring about myself and what revolves around me. (that doesn't count my braces. it is really PAIN-FULL). Anyway, I remember when we used to go with Dad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt; every month. It's really sad when you've been to the poverty-stricken side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt;, the you go to those glamorous and beautifully clean resorts, with sparkly blue waters. I haven't been thinking of that. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt;, and complained about how run down it was. Terrible. And well, we were gonna have a kids programme, that us teens were supposed to be in charge it. But now because of H1N1, Ruth me n David can't go, cause we'll have to be quarantined for one week (good for me:P), and also I'm sick. And it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; that we don't bring any germs to the villagers cause they are very isolated, and you know, the way the Incas were wiped out. We don't want to "wipe them out". So yeah, I'm feeling quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; now, but I hope that God will give me another opportunity to go...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On positive thing about that is that I can make it for Youth Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;. Youth Sunday's coming up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I got red and green for my t-shirts, and I think I'll wear red first. Cause you know, always save the best for last!!! I love green:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery test tomorrow. My aim was very off yesterday. I only got one X (which is the middle of the middle circle), hardly any 10s or 9s, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;got a&lt;/span&gt; 5! a 5! do you know how degrading that is??? terrible. Anyway, I felt like a weakling, cause I couldn't pull my arrows out. Dave, Ruth and the other girl had no problem with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, so okay, we'd shoot, then we'd go down to get our arrows, and if my arrows landed on the other guys side, he would help me pull them out. So I'd feel obliged to help him pull his out. Then I'd pull and pull with both hands, and by the time I swallowed my pride to let him pull his own arrow out, he had pulled out the rest of the arrows, including mine. So in the end, I just gave up trying to return the favour, and just pulled out my own, the ones that I could. I felt like a wimp. I suppose one comfort I have is that one of my arrows was shot in so deep that even the guy couldn't yank it out, the coach had to. That just proves that I used a lot of strength to shoot that arrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4712666681382516334?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4712666681382516334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4712666681382516334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4712666681382516334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4712666681382516334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/batam-trip-cancelled.html' title='Batam trip cancelled!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2457270224134310129</id><published>2009-06-24T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:19:39.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am in great great great great GREAT PAIN! I FEEL LIKE RIPPING OUT MY JAW!&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/6167488844563437900-2457270224134310129?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2457270224134310129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2457270224134310129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2457270224134310129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2457270224134310129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-in-great-great-great-great-great.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1234571734628228465</id><published>2009-06-23T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:37:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes you look at someone for the first time and think straightaway that they're gorgeous. Other times your see just a ordinary person, and then a while later, after you see how they carry themselves and you watch their personality shimmer through their features, you suddenly realise that they are the kind of beautiful that you can't look away from, and you wonder why you didn't see it the first time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;From "Solo" by Alyssa Brugman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-1234571734628228465?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1234571734628228465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1234571734628228465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1234571734628228465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1234571734628228465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-you-look-at-someone-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-982874140847841665</id><published>2009-06-16T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:41:25.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again. I feel like being really lame now. So let me tell you my famous swine flu joke: AIR PORK. Get it? Swine FLEW??????? Oh man, it's soooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, I just came back from Bintan, well, technically 3 days ago. And I'm as dark as an indian! Haha, that was a joke too. Get it? I AM a little indian! hahahahaha. Never mind, the swine flu one was better. So well, yeah, it was fun. The usual. Except I noticed that there were a lot of mixed blood kids around. Always half ang moh and half Asian. Pretty cool. And well, compared to the first time we went to Mayang Sari, which was 7 years ago!!!, it's really run down now! And on the first day, I saw a cockroach in the toilet and I didn't dare bathe. Dad killed it. And had to tell me it was a BABY. And you know if it's a baby, there has to be a MOTHER around. Ugh. So anyway, because Ruth was TOO CHICKEN to bathe first, I did. It was rather uneventful, besides the fact that I couldn't find the towels when they were above my head. Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was funny. Well, you know, went to beach and stuff everyday. First day I didn't go into the water at all. I was sick before the trip, had fever, and so I still didn't feel too good. Dad had it too. I'm not going to spell out what happened to us everyday, but one of the things I remember are the jellyfish. We saw one in the shallows at the Mayang Sari beach side, and the man at Mana Mana told us that someone had got stung. Oh, we went jet skiing. Dad let me drive it this time, I think he thought that I was really slow, cause he was like "You can go faster you know" over and over again. But it was different for Ruth. Apparently, she'll die of a heart attack/stroke AND she'll be in a car crash at the same time. Dave is gonna die of a heart attack too cause he eats so much butter that it'll clog up his arteries and he'll die. Really, it's disgusting the way he spreads an entire packet of butter on just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; piece of bread. My siblings never fail to gross me out. And I'm really proujd of myself. I can beat BOTH my siblings when they come at me together at unarmed combat. We were fist-fighting (literally) in the swimming pool. I was on the defensive side and I didn't hit anyone. Till they tickled me. Cause I realise that I have uncontrollable spasms an jerks when someone tickles me. Well, on the last day we went kayaking. Rather just us girls. The boys went fishing. Ruth got tired really fast. So the rest of the time was just mum and me. I really really love love love love kayaking. I love the way you push you right oar into the water, drag it, pull it up while twisting the pole to get it into position for the left stroke. And the way the oars just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slice&lt;/span&gt; through the water. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have to elaborate on my sandfly bites. At least I don't have 40+ this time. But this time all mine are reacting, but no pus so no worries. Yeah, all you wimps out there are probably going, "Ewww!!!" But what can I say? I'm allergic to them, and I'm not PROUD of them getting all swollen and pus-sy like they're infected. Okay, I should get down to the GINORMOUS, GIGANTIC, GARGANTUAN amount of chinese hw my lao shi's class has.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-982874140847841665?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/982874140847841665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=982874140847841665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/982874140847841665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/982874140847841665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7479834571613299817</id><published>2009-06-09T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:02:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURREAL-NESS</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from Monday right? Yeah. Went to school in the morning to do PW with Gwen, Shobha and Nicole. Didn't end up doing much, but we did get the script going and stuff...yeah. Oh and apparently this thousand dollar machine in the science labs broke down, so Gwen's SRP group couldn't do...well...their science research? Went home. Slacked the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY-FRIDAY! was SLC!!! Firstly, I must say that I hope I never have to go to HCJC because it is super big and you can get really really lost because everywhere looks the same. And if I did go there anyway, my dad would kill me, my mum would love me and they would argue to no end. Did I ever tell you how my mum was from HCJC but my dad-NJC? Yeah, well they fight about which is better. As in for fun. ANYWAY. Yeah, the first day of SLC was really cool. In the morning, Yolanda and I couldn't find each other (because we were at different bus stops). After some time, we got to the clock tower, met all the SC girls there, waited for Gaya, then we went to register bla bla... I was in Velorum! And my group was great and we had a lot of fun at the orientation games:) I don't have much time left so I won't elaborate, but thank you everyone! Second, third day was all about our action papers, my group got health--clinical depression and lack of medical funding. And on the fourth day, was the grand finale! which was awesome! Our Youth Council put up a dance cum I-don't-know-what performance. And there was lots of singing and cheering and shouting! Sad that it had to end:(&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Paper planes writing competition. Quite boring really. I think it was more of an advert for the centre. WG--we played this very fun game. Carrying people. haha. Service as usual, planning for outreach.&lt;br /&gt;Played keys on Sunday. The piano is dying, it goes soft loud soft loud. And Sunbeam got a new guitar! It's really nice. (I wish I had an acoustic. Classicals are easier to play, but the sound. bleah). Got really wet in the rain with Faith on the way to BPP. Shopping at Robinsons at night. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate shopping? no? It's terrible. It's tiring. It's torturous. Epecially when my mum presures me to DECIDE! BUY THIS ONE! NOT THAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I cleaned up my cupboard. Now it's so neat that other neat-freaks could never dream of rivalling me. I did math. I asked grandpa for help at night, but then ended up solving it myself. Typical. And so I wasted Grandpa's time.&lt;br /&gt;Have to get the boys up now. Baby-sitting yet again. Mum's at work, Ruth-- tuition, and why am I telling you this?&lt;br /&gt;To end off, looking back on these past two weeks everything has just seemed so surreal. I look back and go, hey! I did that? I went there? And when I'm actually doing things, it's like I'm having and out-of-body experience. It's odd and strange and scary. And I'm worried I'm going mental.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Bintan for 4 days. Don't miss me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7479834571613299817?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7479834571613299817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7479834571613299817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7479834571613299817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7479834571613299817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/surreal-ness.html' title='SURREAL-NESS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4108318982786387776</id><published>2009-06-08T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:07:24.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I have sooo much to write about again, but I'm feeling (as usual) really lazy to. But today I have an excuse--I only have 15 min on the computer. So let's start in order from after the 29th of May when I last posted. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;30th was a Saturday and Open House. Choir performed without the sec 4s for the first time and honestly, we were really pretty lousy. As in soft and airy, but we'll improve! AND, we all wore our boy band costumes, and I forgot to ask the teachers if I could shed that stupid, heavy, thick grey jacket of mine. So I sweated like a pig and it was running down my face and back. And I felt DISGUSTING. Anyway, after that went down to help out for touring, and I was still all sweaty and so my uniform got soaked and it was wet all the way down to below my bolero. Embarassing. And then I escaped to the angelsinsight booth, where there was aircon. And then I went home. Bathed rested, couldn't have made WG anyway, so I only went for service. Which was really meaningful that night. I think I freaked Faith and Jess out. No one at church has EVER seen me cry. Not at schoool either actually. Except in P1 where I nearly made myself blind.&lt;br /&gt;GDOP ON SUNDAY! haha. Got to church at 11.55 and cause I was late, everyone only had 20 min to buy food and eat before the bus. And we waited 15 min for the yang chow fried rice, and so we were late. But we made it in the end anyway. Got to the Expo and had our briefings. I was put into the rah-rah group, which to me didn't make sense cause I'm not a very rah-rah person. But it was fun anyway. And I enjoyed it and I think it made me more rah-rah or something. haha. Well, it was geting very hot and our voices were going, Faith wanted to go inside VERY badly, for the aircon. And finally we went in. Stayed for about 2 songs then went to help with offering. Came out again. Gave out access goodie bags. Jumped around. Went for dinner. Came home.(Bathed) Slept.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can see I'm really running out of time and I have to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4108318982786387776?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4108318982786387776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4108318982786387776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4108318982786387776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4108318982786387776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7608704099149458092</id><published>2009-05-29T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:49:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bio</title><content type='html'>Hello again. This week has been crazy. I have had about 5 hours of sleep every night and I'm dead tired. Monday was full of cramming for chinese and bio, and it was mum and dad's anniversary too, so yes, the usual baby-sitting. My brothers tore the house down, but I didn't bother to clear up this time. Yes, lazy, irresponsible me. Tuesday was CHINESE TEST (which I think I can pass) and choir, then I burnt the midnight oil (literally) for bio. I burnt well, so called oil, because I cooked something for myself for studying. Well, then the dreaded Wednesday came and I did my chinese compo, where I think I created about 2 new cheng yu, then BIO TEST!!! 60% TEST!!! I'll get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY mugged and mugged and mugged like crazy for the menstrual and follicle cycle but....&lt;br /&gt;There was not a SINGLE question on it. Not in MCQ, open ended, or essay.&lt;br /&gt;I felt cheated.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I did well for the previous one so I suppose it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly doing really well for science. I mean, I've always , no, not hated, but disliked science, but now, I'm doing WELL for it. Not just average. So I think it's really weird. But it's good I suppose. Except for the fact that my brilliant parents now think I have a chance to be a doctor. NO WAY, I think I might cry if I dissect a rat.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I love CS. I'm going to go. Yay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7608704099149458092?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7608704099149458092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7608704099149458092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7608704099149458092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7608704099149458092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-bio.html' title='Bad Bio'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-763282044156062164</id><published>2009-05-22T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:37:18.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again, I really should be doing my work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KRIS BEAT ADAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! haha. Sorry Gwen and Christabelle:) Anyway, I know Adam was good and I know that it was a surprise that he didn't win and so yes. But I'm not obsessed with Kris' hot-ness like Nut and Bing. Oh my goodness, you should have seen the 2 of them today. They were drooling over the front cover of the paper, and Bing wants to marry Kris. (yeah, she knows he's married). And Nut has never watched American Idol in her life, but she's glad he won because he's "hot". Bing carried the paper EVERYWHERE, and they kept on looking at and stroking it till there was a tear in the paper. The show was really good last night, and wow, I didn't know the kara judge person can sing! but enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drink coffee now so I can do work till 12.30+, I work best at night. I'm just really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today was the National Young Women Leader's Day Conference thing at Suntec City. It was pretty good except that the speeches weren't really relevant to the topic. Yeah... GREAT prefect dinner though:) I spent 17.40 on dinner! yikes! But Marie Ann spent 30+  so I'm comforted. But I still feel guilty for spending so much money. I'm a miser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my phone that died. I got a new one. And the new one's WORSE than my already very lousy phone. But I loved it (the dead phone I mean) Although it was a revolting hot pink and stuff. The new one doen't even have smileys! or a voice recorder! Aww man! But it was cheap, and I felt really bad that my dad had to get me a new one so I said okay. So it's basically my own fault for my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go. Bye&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/6167488844563437900-763282044156062164?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/763282044156062164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=763282044156062164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/763282044156062164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/763282044156062164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/05/again-i-really-should-be-doing-my-work.html' title='again, I really should be doing my work'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8630159080019772778</id><published>2009-05-21T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:51:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY THINGS!</title><content type='html'>I wrecked my phone by dropping it in the toilet bowl last night, so I'm sorry if I don't answer you or anything. Just came back from enrichment. I got Jewellery Making this year. Apparently, it's a "hot favourite" but I found it pure torture! Thank God today was the last day. My fingers were already peeling cause I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; been practicing guitar, and then we had to go and twist those silly wires and get our fingers poked by needle. BUT, it is enrichment, and I did learn stuff so yes, I'll leave it at that. (But the stuff we made were hideous!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being a GIRL, I'm in a dilemma again about what to do with my hair. I usually cut it short at least once a year cause I soon get so fed up with it being long, that I just want to whack it off. But then I miss long hair and grow it out, then it gets at an awkward length, and I cut it again. This year, it's grow really long already (long to me at least) and I want to chop it off again! My sis says I shouldn't, and she's the miss vain pot of the Mow family! I mean, MY GOODNESS! You should see the amount of hair products she uses! When I was that age, I only used special stuff cause I had dandruff. And my shampoo bottles weren't in the millions, and they weren't so perfume-ish that they smelled stinky. But her hair is crazy curly and frizzy so I suppose it's fine as long as she doesn't make me sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be optimistic about e-learning. Therefore, a few things to be thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. H1N1 hasn't reached Singapore yet, so school hasn't been cancelled and e-learning won't be long term (THANK GOODNESS).&lt;br /&gt;2. I have learnt more about computers&lt;br /&gt;3. There is no CHINESE e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody watch Fighting Spiders? Sorry, i'm jumping from topic to topic here, forgive me. But seriously, it's a really funny show. Lots of people in school (or FAITH AND ETHEL) don't watch it cause they say the guys aren't cute. But SO? It's super funny la! Hahaha, my brothers laugh like crazy and get really scared during the corny parts (which makes me laugh), and okay, although the storyline isn't very good, it's still entertaining and good to watch. And, besides, it's the only other time besides AI when I get to watch TV. Oh yes, American Idol last night was pretty okay. I though only the first performances were good. I can't wait to find out who won! I'm determined not to check the Internet now to see. Oh man, I really want to check. CHANGE TOPIC CHANGE TOPIC!&lt;br /&gt;My mum's been buying this really good ice-cream. From QB foods. I really recommend that place. It sells fantastic beef, veg, fuit, turkish bread! and of course the ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, this really is a test of self control. I can't wait to fid out tonight! Well, I got to go. I told myself I'll go for a jog today, and I have to pass the math book to Belinda. So see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8630159080019772778?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8630159080019772778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8630159080019772778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8630159080019772778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8630159080019772778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-things.html' title='SO MANY THINGS!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8729866503014062218</id><published>2009-05-15T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:19:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO ON EARTH IS GONNA WIN AMERICAN IDOL????</title><content type='html'>DANNY GOKEY IS OUT! And honestly, I couldn't decide who was better, Kris Allen or him. But Kris' second song was REALLY GOOD! REALLY REALLY GOOD! haha. But yeah, Adam Lambert was obviuosly going to be in the finals so I suppose it's okay. Who will win? I don't know.     I THINK THAT. NAT IS THE COOLEST PERSON ON EARTH. MUCH MUCH COOLER THAN ME, THE RETARD,.AND, AND , I JUST LOVE JUNLEI. DONT YOU? HOW CAN YOU NOT? ITS SUCH A CRIME TO NOT LOVE JUNLEI WHO IS JUST THE AWESOMEST EVER. IGNORE WHATEVER THEY SAY. YOLANDA IS JUST THE BEST. THATS ALL. SHORT AND SWEET. BUT POWERFUL AND TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Put the stupidity of NUT JUNLEI AND YOLANDA! aside, and let us discuss who is going to win. Adam has a great voice and all, he can sing high high notes but he sounds like he's screaming. And he wears black nail polish. Which, to me is disgusting. so yes. Kris is cool casue he can play guitar, piano and make songs sound really nice! But he isn't as charismatic as Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! CAN I BE A CRITIC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8729866503014062218?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8729866503014062218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8729866503014062218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8729866503014062218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8729866503014062218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-on-earth-is-gonna-win-american-idol.html' title='WHO ON EARTH IS GONNA WIN AMERICAN IDOL????'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1861506813569174334</id><published>2009-05-11T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:12:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons</title><content type='html'>1o reasons why being a guy would be cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mum wouldn't mind if I wore three-quarts and a t-shirt everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2. No dresses or skirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would get into fistfights.&lt;br /&gt;4. My hairiness wouldn't be a problem&lt;br /&gt;5. There would be a wider range of sports for me to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;6. I could cycle at night cause my parents wouldn't mind&lt;br /&gt;7. It wouldn't have to wash dishes and stuff that are stereotyped for girls.&lt;br /&gt;8. I wouldn't have to act demure and be calm and composed and not walk around after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;9. Having a slow and under-developed brain would be normal. (at least in my brother's case)&lt;br /&gt;10. Liking Ben 10 would be normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 reasons why being a girl is cooler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I act more mature&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm more hygenic (more than my brother is and ever will be)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ultraman is not cool&lt;br /&gt;4. I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can wear pink or blue.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can dye my hair when I grow old&lt;br /&gt;7. Um...&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm (i think) more flexible???&lt;br /&gt;9. Spending 20 min in the shower is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;10. Blank. Can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, being a girl is cooler although being a guy would have its advantages. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-1861506813569174334?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1861506813569174334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1861506813569174334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1861506813569174334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1861506813569174334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-reasons.html' title='10 reasons'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5991161599739199702</id><published>2009-04-20T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:52:55.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to lose, nothing to prove</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Long time no see, write, etc. So anyway, ife's been pretty hectic recently (but wasn't that what I said in my last post?) what with SYF practices, tuition, project work, homework yeah. And I haven't really had time to sit down and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to get straight down to the point (this sounds like an essay), I've recently been trying to prove myself to a lot of things/people. Like in my work, As and stuff, which personally, I don't care about, but my mum gets on my back about it. My mind's suddenly gone blank. Okay well, just take it that i'v been trying to prove, please and show everyone how good I am, but it isn't really working out. I'm just getting stresser and stresser. (yes, I know, no such word. lay off it.) So in sermons at WEB recently have really been an eye-opener. And my QT too. Just shows me how much God loves my no matter what. So that's all good, but to improve my life, Christ needs to start living and working in me, and it's a two-way thing. I have to allow God to do that so yup, that's what I'm trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am so profound and deep. Haha, joking. Okay, serious stuff aside, TOMORROW IS SYF!!! GOLD, GOLD HONOURS, GOLD, GOLD HONOURS! Well, on the bright side, we only have to be in school at 11.30 am, and no lessons. (but that means a ton of hw, but I won't go there)&lt;br /&gt;Choir: It's still not my favourite thing in the world. I mean, I love singing, I love the people, but still, it ain't my passion. But I said I'd do my best in it, and yeah! I'm enjoying it! So maybe God has plans for me---the next Susan Boyle. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. my foot. okay, babysitting need to go. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-5991161599739199702?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5991161599739199702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5991161599739199702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5991161599739199702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5991161599739199702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-to-lose-nothing-to-prove.html' title='Nothing to lose, nothing to prove'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5858724364786556775</id><published>2009-04-09T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:12:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all, my phone is with joyslyn cause I left it with her today at sports day and forgot to get it back. So yeah, it's off. so if you're reading this: if you need to talk and her my wonderful voice, you can call my home.  (but I'm not stupid enough to put my house no. here) thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-5858724364786556775?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5858724364786556775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5858724364786556775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5858724364786556775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5858724364786556775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-all-my-phone-is-with-joyslyn-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4078524033282764672</id><published>2009-04-03T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:37:39.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A HUGE BEE FLEW UP MY SKIRT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS PUTTING UP PAPER ON THE NOTICE BOARD. IT WAS GIGANTIC! BUT YOU KNOW, I WAS MORE SHOCKED THAN SCARED. LIKE, WELL, I DIDN'T SCREAM OR ANYTHING BUT I WAS WONDERING THE WHOLE TIME WHY ON EARTH THE BEE WOULD GO UP MY SKIRT. WELL, I WAS FROZEN STIFF AND JUN LEI WAS VERY NICE AND HELPED ME LIFT UP MY SKIRT A BIT TO FREE IT. IT WAS QUITE FUNNY CAUSE LIKE I WAS THE ONLY PERSON STANDING ON A CHAIR AND EVERYONE WAS CROUCHING ON THE FLOOR. EXCEPT FOR JUN LEI. BUT STILL IT WAS A FREAKY EXPERIENCE. THANK THANK THANK GOD IT DIDN'T STING (OR BITE AS YOLANDA SAYS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of all that drama. I'm tired. oh! hydroponics was so fun! I love my baby kangkongs! Cherlyn and Shobha are in my group. Haven't checked on them yet though. It's honestly really interesting and I think it's great that the school gives us hands on activities...&lt;br /&gt;well, it's the weekend in approx 11 hours. YES! well, have FPS stuff to clear. Thankfully I finished my proposal on time:) Lang Arts test coming up!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and American Idol is cool! I think the finals will be Danny and Kris. Although I think Anoop and Allison have better voices. but well, they're not as popular and the other two are better dancers and dressers:) haha, joking.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go. CS is over and I'm going home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4078524033282764672?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4078524033282764672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4078524033282764672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4078524033282764672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4078524033282764672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/04/huge-bee-flew-up-my-skirt-today-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8557409428168930053</id><published>2009-03-30T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:36:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think CD players in cars are wonderful inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to this a lot in the car and i think it's really meaningful, and well, the tune is great too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Above All Else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus, my passion in life is to know you&lt;div&gt;May all other goals bow down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This journey of loving you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Jesus, you showered your goodness on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving your love so freely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's one thing I'm longing for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please hear my heart's cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my prayer for this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8557409428168930053?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8557409428168930053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8557409428168930053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8557409428168930053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8557409428168930053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-cd-payer-in-cars-are-wonderful.html' title='I think CD players in cars are wonderful inventions'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2024371796668209325</id><published>2009-03-26T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:03:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grammar in the last post was bad, pardon me. But guess what, people! I PASSED MY CHINESE TEST! thank God man. I remember last year I failed my first one but this time I got 22/40. Ahaha! i hope I'll get like a B4 of something. Not sure if I'll pass overall though. Cause like I failed one compo, failed almost all, okay fine, ALL my compre close etc... but I passed my test, so I won't spoil the moment.&lt;div&gt;School's been crazy. Saturdays have been crazy. But I think I've started out this term pretty well! yeah, after all, optimistic is supposed to be my middle name, just that my dad forgot to write it in my birth cert and so it isn't in my name and..... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I need to go chop garlic.... so, good for term 2 to anybody reading this! Stay optimistic! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2024371796668209325?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2024371796668209325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2024371796668209325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2024371796668209325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2024371796668209325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grammar-in-last-post-was-bad-pardon.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7454141066739942960</id><published>2009-03-17T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:50:58.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, hello. this is gonna be really short.&lt;div&gt;IT'S THE HOLIDAYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I still have to go for choir tomorrow and the day after. YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But prefect trip was cool. Although I hope we never again have it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kuantan&lt;/span&gt;. The bus was nuts. poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;, Ella and Michelle though, they all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, I apparently spelt vomited wrongly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I seriously think we should have choir in a non-aircon environment. That way we won;t get colds! Brilliant, oh I'm so BRILLIANT! I can't wait to get chinese back. I WANT TO PASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm forgetting Science. You know I was really happy with 56, till I found that Vicky scored 60!!! 60!!! THAT'S THE FULL MARKS!!!! And the lowest in class was only 52 and a half. So, well. I'M STILL HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going crazy. I'm very happy but very tired which equals to me going crazy and technically I'm not making any sense. So I think I should go. Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know sometimes I forget my name is Sarah? People always call me Mow so yeah. Just FYI for Nut. She forgot my name was SARAH too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7454141066739942960?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7454141066739942960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7454141066739942960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7454141066739942960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7454141066739942960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8266473402238098165</id><published>2009-03-08T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:46:19.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYathlon was, literally, trying</title><content type='html'>yes, hello. well, first we got soaked, it was raining, then we waited in this line for ages, wondering what to do, where to get the bikes from, where to register... then we were told that there were no more bikes although we paid for it and so Gwen couldn't cycle, she had to run with me. And then we were confused about where the transition areas were. And I think that was the fastest I've ever run 2km, Bing did a great job swimming:) Then all three of us finished as a team! yay! and went to collect our trophies--milo tins. heh. And then I ask Bing to help me get mine. But in the end I didn't get any cause they didn't allow you to collect for your friend (which come to think, was rather obvious if I had thought properly). Then had a hectic time figuring out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to get to choir. And I was all sweaty. But got to choir anyway, came home. Mum in foul mood. Then I wasn't allowed to go for WG cause my mum said I'd be too tired. But since she told me to take the time to study, I think that was redundant. Well, I ended up sleeping 1 and a half hours, slacked and then got ready to go to church. Then, as usual, I was told&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last minute&lt;/span&gt; that I had to go to church myself. Waited 25min for 187 then gave up. I would have reached church at 7.40-7.50 so no point. I hadn't had dinner yet anyway. So yes, a TRYing day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I enjoyed it anyway. the bus ride was fun with Gwen and Cherlyn:) the Man in the Subway thing hahahaha, super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall, I need to study cheng yu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray for me that I'll pass my chinese test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8266473402238098165?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8266473402238098165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8266473402238098165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8266473402238098165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8266473402238098165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/03/tryathlon-was-literally-trying.html' title='TRYathlon was, literally, trying'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3075810391835204565</id><published>2009-03-01T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:46:29.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti-me</title><content type='html'>I'm itchy itchy scratchy scratchy. I'm allergic to ant bites and therefore, though I only got bitten on my legs, my entire body has rashes all over it. Like my forearms, tummy, shoulders... I wrapped up my arm/arms yesterday to prevent me from itching and the swelling went down. But I took it off at night and apparently I can scratch myself like crazy at night so ah well.&lt;div&gt;(Sorry I'm not in the mood to talk about adventure camp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 1 welcome thing yesterday! Quite okay la. I think that they should have mixed everybody up instead of letting them choose which group. But it was fun anyway. I had to do a forfeit for whacko, I think that was quite sad. The aforesaid forfeit was "Act like a senile old person". Like hello? what kind of forfeit was that? So i just used the whacko stick and hobbled around. Done done done. [oh! I almost forgot my exciting story. I left my phone on 187 on the way to the interchange. So Faith being Faith didn't go first although she was already late. SORRY FAITH! Anyway, praise the Lord! I got it back!] Focus. Back to the welcoming thing. We then played scavenger hunt, which my grp won! Yay orange. so then we ate, the really really funny skit Where Sam was the only girl gangster. And they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;did look like they were beating Dave up. haha. Good job Sam! So anyway, then it was over. Dinner, service. Message was really good, meaningful and it really got me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Caleb is sleeping, Dav's at a birthday party so the boys are out of the way and it's time to MUG and MUG and MUG and MUG and MUG PHYSICS!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Faith said something funny: She said the ants that bit me were anti-me. get it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANT&lt;/span&gt;-I? I thought that was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3075810391835204565?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3075810391835204565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3075810391835204565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3075810391835204565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3075810391835204565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-me.html' title='anti-me'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8471887641490276934</id><published>2009-02-23T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:30:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metal in my mouth, chinese and WHACKo</title><content type='html'>I got braced today. I have never had so much metal in my mouth, ever. it feels so weird. Thank God it hasn't started hurting yet.&lt;div&gt;I fail both mini chinese test things. Well, considering lao shi took away 15 mins, giving us 5 to do compre close and 12 for compre, I did quite well. Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love WG. Oh goodness. I'm in the deco team for zone party this sat, and I was supposed to bring these cards for us to write on. But I didn't:) So we ended up playing splat and whacko. Okay, I'm pretty good at splat but whacko? oh no no no. but it was super fun and I had a great time. There were like multiple names so it got really confusing. And...a lot more but I've got no time so I'll just say I love WG and leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. chinese compo tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8471887641490276934?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8471887641490276934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8471887641490276934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8471887641490276934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8471887641490276934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/metal-in-my-mouth-chinese-and-whacko.html' title='metal in my mouth, chinese and WHACKo'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-736359473458891984</id><published>2009-02-21T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:19:57.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha,, we should have a "slack during CS" club. Jun Lei can head it. This is what she put on her blog:&lt;div&gt;MY FRIENDS. ARE RETARDS.&lt;div&gt;NUT AND MOW ARE OFFICIALLY THE MOST CRAZY/SCREWED/RETARDED/CRAP-WHY-IS-MY-VOCAB-SO-LIMITED COUPLE OF PEOPLE I KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah Jun, it's okay. I have that kind of effect on people. Haha:) I tried to change "MOW" to "MYSELF" but she found out and changed it. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love CS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6167488844563437900-736359473458891984?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/736359473458891984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=736359473458891984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/736359473458891984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/736359473458891984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-we-should-have-slack-during-cs.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7671023246598429143</id><published>2009-02-20T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:21:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>school has been so funny lately. What with Ms Lim singing baa baa black sheep and spelling achievement "acheiw" and then "how do you spell achievement, girls?" Haha! And Mrs Yeo's dippy bird that drinks water by itself. Lao shi's weird joke about xiao bai tu, and reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese obituaries&lt;/span&gt; Oh! and I can't wait for adventure camp. you know Faith's blog has this quiz on it, and I've done a lot more things than her. I mean, yes Faith! you had a deprived childhood!&lt;br /&gt;But that made me realised how fortunate I am, and how many opportunities I've had. Yes, I'm getting all mystic-ey and as my sis would say: hallmarky. (though I don't think it makes sense) But honestly! I've made snow angels, been snow boarding, sat on a roof, went fishing, flown a kite, had a tea party, jumped into a pile of leaves, gone sledding. I've, uh, been lost, squished around in the mud, swam in the ocean, travelled for more than five days in a car full of people and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;but I digress and so enough of that. GAH, my grades are dropping. I really got to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;I have about 10 minutes to kill before CS ends. okay. um. hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt; fourteen you know. I didn't feel thirteen. so basically, I still feel twelve. Oh joy. But I think it's severely severely severely weird to be born on Valentine's Day. I still have 5 minutes to kill. one minute--killed. one more minute--check. HAHAHA! GWEN IS PUTTING APPLE'S INTO A BASKET! oh goodness. Oh ya, one last thing. yesterday, during the ritual 6 round choir run, yun ru had like one hour to kill before her dad came). And so she draped her jacket over her head (to block the stupid sun) and stuck her chinese journal in front of her face and started walking. I tell you, usually I'm able to do the 6 rounds, no prob. But after the second, I had a super bad stitch in my side from laughing like crazy. hahahahahah!!!! I couldn't stop laughing. I'm laughing now. hahaha. oh dear. That aunty! hahahaha.okay, never mind. Time to go, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7671023246598429143?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7671023246598429143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7671023246598429143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7671023246598429143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7671023246598429143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6480905392423271186</id><published>2009-02-15T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:51:36.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMAZING&lt;div&gt;I MADE IT TO MY FOURTEENTH YEAR YESTERDAY WITHOUT;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUMBLING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRUSHING MY HEAD ON SOMETHING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FALLING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRIPPING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREAKING A BONE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, BUT DID I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6480905392423271186?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6480905392423271186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6480905392423271186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6480905392423271186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6480905392423271186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/amazing-i-made-it-to-my-fourteenth-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2954371352409381458</id><published>2009-02-08T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:48:16.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the topic of excessiveness</title><content type='html'>my brothers consume an excessive amount of soya sauce. And Faith, Jess, Evan and Megan take an excessive number of pictures. I mean, who takes 20+ shots of a birthday cake just because it looks good?&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday was Mei's birthday, but she was out the whole day with her watching-windsurfing-competition thing, and birthday party. So went to Jess' (excellent use of the apostrophe) house to celebrate HER birthday (which was on the 5th).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***to side track a little bit, I know 12+ people who are born this month***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, we played twister, which I lost, much to my chagrin:) We had the aforesaid cake, then watched Hairspray with pizza. Then we all went for service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To close:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an excessive amount of dandruff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2954371352409381458?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2954371352409381458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2954371352409381458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2954371352409381458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2954371352409381458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-topic-of-excessiveness.html' title='on the topic of excessiveness'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4807409735921736748</id><published>2009-02-05T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:27:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty</title><content type='html'>I feel really bad. You know the phrase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stricken, i can relate to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, apparently, was temperature taking. I thought that it was yesterday. Why? Because Mrs Neo announced on tues that "Temperature exercise is tomorrow". So i thought it was on wednesday. It's not Mrs Neo's fault, it was an honest mistake, maybe she got confused like me! Anyway, so because I didn't go to school on wed, I thought it was over and I didn't bring a thermometer. Hence, I had to go with all those pl to go buy a thermometer. And I'm a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ct&lt;/span&gt;. yes. Someone who's always supposed to bring her stuff. AHHH! so I felt really bad cause I know I should have brought it, but I was honestly mixed up! But I still can't help it! Cause all the teachers were staring at the prefects and stuff. GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY. And it's not like I can proclaim to the whole world that it was an honest mix-up... I was really scared when Ms Koh stared at me...I felt like it was all my fault and that I was, or am, a really bad girl! AH! I can't stand it! I feel like going up to the whole school and confessing that I didn't bring my thermometer and I'm VERY VERY SORRY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum says I shouldn't feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly, I feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, to quote belinda: I'm a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. it's jess's birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4807409735921736748?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4807409735921736748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4807409735921736748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4807409735921736748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4807409735921736748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='guilty'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3181152901127981924</id><published>2009-02-04T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:52:37.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the topic of lethargy</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today. I was aching all over this morning. Oh ya, and it turns out that I really do have a knee problem. It swelled up really bad yesterday, so mum called tua ku up. Yup.&lt;div&gt;Lethargy is a terrible thing. Especially when you're all spent and have so much to do...tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYkriI_6hsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MEp8IRAONNY/s200/Photo+138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298814302109206210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYkriFKE7XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BQgRgj9CVkc/s200/Photo+140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298814301078089074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the crazy monday photos. haha,the last one was so silly cause I didn't notice that I had pressed the button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and my brother got married! to my mother! haha. He was sooo funny! He just suddenly shouted, "Let's get married!" to my mother, and she played along and replied "Okay!" and then he kissed her and said, "yay, I married mummy"--something he's been wanting to do for a long time:) I laughed and laughed. then i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! I can finally go for service this sunday! And I can't believe I'm going to be fourteen in 10 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3181152901127981924?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3181152901127981924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3181152901127981924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3181152901127981924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3181152901127981924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-topic-of-lethargy.html' title='on the topic of lethargy'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYkriI_6hsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MEp8IRAONNY/s72-c/Photo+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5648841306721184859</id><published>2009-02-02T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:01:02.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up HERE</title><content type='html'>yes, I'm up HERE. Up HERE with two big tests tomorrow, up HERE with homework. Math test is 30% people, 30%!!! thank God they moved physics, otherwise I don't know what'd I'd do. Taking a break from memorising capital cites, latitudes, seas, oceans, countries on the world map. and I'm taking stupid pictures on the computer camera. I really shouldn't. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Obama's inauguration a form of propaganda? I have no idea. And I've got to write 6 paras with 2-3 points each by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't help loving lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook emails are driving me nuts. Everyone is commenting on the invest video and it's clogging up my email! But it's pretty cool I must say, we sounded really good:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was fun today! haha. Baton passing and sprinting. Shobha is SO FAST! She really must run for sports day:) After just 4 rounds for warm up, my knee started to hurt. I think it has a problem. Because it often aches whether or not I exercise. But it's a sharp pain, so maybe I have a really bad strain or tear. Anyway, baton relay! so fun! my group won the round although there was a lane mix-up. Heh, it was my fault, sorry! But it was quite funny cause Clarissa thought she was in lane 2 and I thought I was in lane 3, but it was actually the opposite! Hahaha:) And yes! we're doing baton passing next lesson! (Our class is really bad at it that's why :P not to mention mixing up lanes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i better get down to my Obama essay. See you! &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/6167488844563437900-5648841306721184859?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5648841306721184859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5648841306721184859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5648841306721184859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5648841306721184859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-here.html' title='up HERE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3409624767440504120</id><published>2009-01-31T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:02:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYaog293OSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J6fsoIAOJC8/s1600-h/n701448202_2110192_6326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYaog293OSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J6fsoIAOJC8/s400/n701448202_2110192_6326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298107294112233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invest was great, so was heritage dinner! I LOVE SCPB! Haha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&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/6167488844563437900-3409624767440504120?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3409624767440504120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3409624767440504120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3409624767440504120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3409624767440504120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/invest-was-great-so-was-heritage-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SYaog293OSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/J6fsoIAOJC8/s72-c/n701448202_2110192_6326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3878078116957198634</id><published>2009-01-26T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:54:54.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many many things:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm still able to apply for my scholarship! Praise the Lord! It's not that dad n mum can't afford school fees and bla, but there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; of us kids, you know? and anyway, a scholarship will look good on my record:) thank you! to everyone! who allowed me to apply again! but still, it's only an  application...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I LOST THE BEST BEST BEST JACKET IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED THAT THING. IT KEPT ME WARM WHEN I WAS COLD. IT'S POCKETS HELD MUCH OF MY RUBBISH. YET, I LEFT IT FORGOTTEN AT CHURCH. AND THERE IS NO HOPE, NO HOPE! IN GETTING IT BACK. Really, i'm really sad about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I think the best thing about CNY is gambling. I'm not addicted to it, never! But I think it's really fun, something to do once a year. So let me explain to you my gambling experiences: Okay, on Sat, after dinner, we went to my Grandma's house. My dad gave me n my sis starting money--$2. I earned $2.50, but my sis won $8!!! heh, not fair. Anyway, yesterday, we played with Ah Mah, and I won 70 cents! haha! (ruth lost $1.30) :)hehe. it was rather infuriating though. I blackjacked twice in row, with only twenty cents, WASTED MAN!! Then of course, I had to blackjack again...with twenty cents! AHHH!!! At least in the last round, i blackjacked with forty cents. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. By the end of this year, I'm gonna have really strong arm muscles. At chinese, we have these groups, see. And we have this point system (yes, I know, we're 14 and we still have a point system), and the group with the least points has to do a forfeit. other groups had like 8-12 points. My group had ZERO. I repeat, ZERO. :) Anyway, I think my teacher is very fond of push ups, so yeah, we had to do ten. Which isn't very much. But ten in a day or two? Never mind. The world will just be jealous of my strong muscles:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A few quotes I'd like to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Second offenders face a second prison: our prejudice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (Just thought that was really meaningful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a fantastic one by me, doesn't really make sense though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"life is like an onion. The more you peel it, the more you cry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. SC IS STILL ON HOLIDAY TODAY! HAHA!&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/6167488844563437900-3878078116957198634?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3878078116957198634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3878078116957198634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3878078116957198634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3878078116957198634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/many-many-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3091457318246914938</id><published>2009-01-23T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:58:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A POSITIVE OUTLOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you know, i had so much to talk about, but i've forgotten it all. wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AH YES! All those people whose schools got invited to SCGS! invest... COME! if you can at least. Then you can see the fantastic me. haha. joking. HI AISYAH:) aisyah waved at me. HAHAHAHAHa. hahahahahaha. Invest is on the 30th of jan. And I'm the music com. yeah. After that i'm supposed to tour NUS high. Bing lin--St Nicks, Aisyah and Marie ann-- Nanyang, Jun Lei-- Cedar, and Vicky got....ACS BARKER! and she's ALONE! tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah just insulted me.&lt;br /&gt;We're having CS see.&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah has issues.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do my mind map. I've gotten pretty far, but I'm stuck. So I'm digressing. Well, CHINESE is over, and after this is just CE.&lt;br /&gt;OH! and SCGS has an extra day off! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ham is so funny. All that Singlish, I like Lang Arts:) Ms Ham is trying to learn Singlish, so far, our class has taught her "chim", "da pao". It's very cute the way she pronounces them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be more positive.&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how much I hate shopping? For clothes I mean. The world would be cool if we could wear the same shirt and jeans everyday. Oh, but Aisyah pointed out that they wouldn't be washed. Good point. Went CNY shopping after choir yesterday. I bought black stuff. haha! black for chinese new year. GET IT?????? never mind.&lt;br /&gt;okay. I don't know what I'm writing here. I had better go before i say something weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITH, I AM NOT DOING MY DARE! SO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;shooba dooba&lt;br /&gt;(tha's the weird thing i was worried about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN MOW IS WEIRD:)&lt;br /&gt;-Jun Lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Aisyah guest blogging here. I just want to say: MOW YOU ARE A VERY AMUSING CAMWHORE-R (refer to photo below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, see, I am so great!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3091457318246914938?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3091457318246914938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3091457318246914938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3091457318246914938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3091457318246914938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/positive-outlook.html' title='A POSITIVE OUTLOOK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6109915322516822367</id><published>2009-01-20T18:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:58:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS LIFE. FOOD Is FOOD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you know, I think one more week of staying back everyday is gonna kill me. I am absolutely exhausted. And Choir today was crazy. i have that constantly-need-to-drink-water sore throat thing, and I actually pee-d TWICE in school and went through THREE water bottles when I usually barely finish half. And physics is driving me up the wall. I keep thinking that school is over when there's always one period left! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, my dad had this ear sinus thing, and he had to go for a mini operation. yeah. okay. invest prac till 6 tomorrow. school ends at 2.30! ahh! one more period:(:(:(:(:(a thousand times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok need to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6109915322516822367?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6109915322516822367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6109915322516822367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6109915322516822367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6109915322516822367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-life-food-is-food-i-dont-know.html' title='LIFE IS LIFE. FOOD Is FOOD. I DON&apos;T KNOW WHAT I&apos;M TALKING ABOUT.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2017222279475422138</id><published>2009-01-16T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:59:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SXCOQthHiJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jtECn3gXpL8/s1600-h/Photo+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SXCOQthHiJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jtECn3gXpL8/s200/Photo+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291885979907885202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2017222279475422138?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2017222279475422138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2017222279475422138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2017222279475422138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2017222279475422138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SXCOQthHiJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jtECn3gXpL8/s72-c/Photo+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1842459883998998680</id><published>2009-01-16T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:40:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been drinking more coffee than usual and have been falling asleep in class. Besides falling asleep, I have been falling DOWN. I'm rather worried that I might be disabled in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-1842459883998998680?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1842459883998998680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1842459883998998680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1842459883998998680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1842459883998998680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-drinking-more-coffee-than.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6206368683943951495</id><published>2009-01-02T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:59:48.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone! Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that I actually slept thru the new year transition. I think that was quite sad. But I was very tired, what with hardly any sleep cause I hadn't been able to for like 4 days in a row. So today was first day of school! Yes! So!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay I guess. I'd rather be at home sleeping but yeah. Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not very sure what to write. So I shall go. But I'll let my brother type something:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, he doesn't want to. Okay. Then byeybye.&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/6167488844563437900-6206368683943951495?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6206368683943951495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6206368683943951495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6206368683943951495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6206368683943951495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4653329298821321981</id><published>2008-12-29T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:14:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things to talk about.&lt;div&gt;let's be organised and list 'em out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forest Adventure (WG outing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 2SY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Next year's expectations (my mother's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. bla bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. Forest Adventure was cool. I was freaking out before the whole thing, but turns out I didn't get to go in the end. My dad went though! haha. Funny, cause he felt bad that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; went  but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't:) Well, firstly, the first group couldn't make it back on time, though they tried their best. Secondly, the parents who were supposed to come and help out were late cause of a traffic jam, and we missed the last briefing. So altogether 12 of us missed the thing. yeah. But we were refunded! OH! and it was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; fun watching everybody doing the flying-fox and the semi free fall thing. haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah... &lt;/span&gt;Mum came to pick Dad up and David came down to check the thing out, and he beat me at "za" FOUR time in a row!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eunice came out and she was like sighing and panting, and she said it was really tiring. And Jess came and started shouting at her grp ppl cause apparently her leader didn't tell her it was a free fall thing and she freaked out. I don't know why people didn't scream their heads off. The control they had! I would've screamed and screamed and AHHH!!!ed till the sky fell down. They were really brave:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. Yup, I'm in 2SY. I'm not like overjoyed cause I'm in the "best class". I'm just glad I'm with new people. it's nice for a change. Though a lot of 6P people are coming to SY too! Yay! Hope  we'll be more bonded this year. Last year was...yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum expects me to maintain straight A1s next year, except for chinese:) I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have insomnia. Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stole this from faith's blog:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SViGj6g-34I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7GsBdbWHSxM/s320/Forest+Adventure!+031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285122114280415106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SViGj0rjBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Og5y9mZxsxc/s320/Forest+Adventure!+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285122112714114722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SViGjqPJdKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F3JBaWfd8Kc/s320/Forest+Adventure!+015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285122109910643874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest adventure in the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4653329298821321981?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4653329298821321981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4653329298821321981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4653329298821321981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4653329298821321981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-lot-of-things-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SViGj6g-34I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7GsBdbWHSxM/s72-c/Forest+Adventure!+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6555289235037298023</id><published>2008-12-26T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry belated Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was one of the kind of Christmases I'd like to have again. I woke up @ 1o, which I've been   doing everyday (HAH!), and then we had that rush--the cooking, wrapping kind of rush--and went to Ah Mah's house for lunch. So yeah, we had turkey Chinese style which was rather sad cause I couldn't eat cranberry sauce with it. OH YES, i am TERRIBLY!!! partial to ang moh turkey and cranberry sauce. During the My Hope party we had with our neighbours, I ate A LOT of turkey and cranberry sauce. It is just SO GOOD. yes. Okay, anyway, we ate lunch, played uno (we gave up after two ppl won. the game was like never ending) then taboo. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went tp Grandpa and Poh Poh's new condo which is super small but okay for the two of them i suppose. Went swimming there, but I nearly froze. It was cloudy and the water was really cold. I like their playground though. Dad hit me on the forehead with his watch there and the day before Caleb scratched my cheek with his NAILS, and I ripped skin off my lip with scotch tape. Now&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; was my fault and it was stupid. Well, after swimming we were naturally hungry and went to eat $2 chicken/duck/char siew rice and $2 soup. I love that place. I mean, two dollars! WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, it was a nice christmas. Quiet and we didn't have the usual big lunch big dinner. And all that noise. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness, it's forest adventure tomorrow! I'm not that scared... yet. I'm trying not to imagine how high it'll be. I hate heights. Anyway, my dad's coming. but he won't be taking me. Well, at least he's there so like if I fall and die or die of shock, he'll know what happened. AHHH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I better go. Babysitting. And my brothers and behaving very well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. something meaningful from aunty christine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not all gifts are under the Christmas tree. Most of them are found inside each heart.&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/6167488844563437900-6555289235037298023?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6555289235037298023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6555289235037298023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6555289235037298023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6555289235037298023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-everyone-merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1158180232157412893</id><published>2008-12-20T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well... here's some news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM ONLY 45% STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT EVEN HALF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I don't believe in doing quizzes, but for this, I'll believe (cause it says something good bout me...haha:)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, now nobody can call me stupid ever again! Actually, I don't really care, it's just a silly quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faces is later. I'm serving as a waiter, waiteress whatever. Faith was too, but she changed to hospitality so i'm like the only person there (among the ppl i usually hang out with, I mean). AH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M VERY LAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have i mentioned that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-1158180232157412893?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1158180232157412893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1158180232157412893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1158180232157412893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1158180232157412893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8903799417152735965</id><published>2008-12-17T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:00:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;div&gt;I'm back from Bali. It was okay. Not too good. Partly cause I was sick, n yeah, it just wasn't the best holiday. So, as usual, some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SUjNAVoAwII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BtcPhyv9qGo/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280695968780566658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the airport. We have this ritual that the four of us must take a picture @ the airport before we leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SUjNA7KPAbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpkHRq9Rm7o/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280695978856219058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone doing batik (just the wax) on my shirt. The people there were really good, and really fast and precise. WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SUjNBTRulVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oW2OsOYpP84/s320/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280695985330099538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rice terraces! OMGoodness. I couldn't believe it. It was so cool! Geog! The Rice terraces in Bali that I've seen in my text book. One of the coolest thing abt the trip in my opinion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'til next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8903799417152735965?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8903799417152735965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8903799417152735965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8903799417152735965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8903799417152735965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-im-back-from-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SUjNAVoAwII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BtcPhyv9qGo/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2305104834120174388</id><published>2008-12-08T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:59:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm  a very positive person.&lt;div&gt;I like to bash myself up. Make myself very tired. And think so much at night that I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm very bored right now. Going to Bali tomorrow! I've never been to Bali before. Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith is sick. Get well soon faith! And I'm not going to do that weird letter thing. It's SENSELESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you were the last person to sms me, so I'd be writing to you after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised I need to fold clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a sudden urge to play my guitar till one of the strings break before I leave tomorrow. And maybe bang the piano too. After all, I'll be musically deprived for 4-5 days. my ipods dead cause I left it on by accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am a positive person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to work on that:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2305104834120174388?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2305104834120174388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2305104834120174388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2305104834120174388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2305104834120174388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-very-positive-person.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7554328968505878869</id><published>2008-11-28T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:54:28.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!! Home from camp. It's really been very great, and I'm not really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; tired. Well, of course I am a little. So anyway, no time n I'm too lazy to write it all down now. So let me just tell you about today.&lt;div&gt;First, some background info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was a day camp, then we were supposed to go back home and sleep forever, come back to church @ 5.30pm on Thurs, and we had an overnight thing until friday. YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the overnight thing, today, yesterday, whatever. Firstly, we got to church, did some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; stretches, heard some sick stories, and went to eat dinner. Then we came back down and were merry and joyful singing "With Christ in the Vessel". THEN! haha. Suddenly this huge spotlight beamed right into my face, and Jerome (my grp POWER RANGERS! grp leader, by the way) came in shouting what I first thought as hysterically. He was dressed like and army person, and had this big stick. Next thing I knew, Matt was shouting for all the lights to go off and all these weird people in army suits came in, shouting very loudly in our ears for us to "Get down!!!" "Get down on your stomachs!" So yeah. A lot of ppl were laughing, some were crying, yeah. Then I felt this tap on my shoulder and this girls voice said, "Get up. Stand up, put your glasses in your bag and put on your bag." So I did, then I was made to put my hand behind my back. So I was like "OKAY!" then she blindfolded and cuffed me. Problem is, the blind fold got stuck in one of my eyes. It was okay, at first. Well anyway, I think cause I was bending down, trying to hide my smile:), people thought I was really scared or something. Like Ian(the Indian one) came up to me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; to tell me not to worry, everything was okay. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay okay, &lt;/span&gt;but the blindfold was getting into my eye. So we were brought to the carpark, and then Matt's voice asked me, "Are you okay?" And I said no, my blindfold was in my eye. So he told someone, "Charlotte, take her aside and redo her blindfold." So yes she did that, but it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; in my eye. So anyway, I sort of gave up, and we were led up to the foyer. Then we were weirdly sprayed with water (and were later dried, so I dont think it made any sense) I think they put vinegar then glue to our noses cause that was what everybody smelled. So yup, we sat there for say half an hour? I was one of the last, so the people I was with were put in the bus later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went in the bus, and arrived. It took me awhile to figure out where we were. We were at Hort Park are. The Henderson Waves walk or something like....oh ya! The tree-top walk. Okay. Yes. I recognised the metal sound of the walk, and the kind of 3/4 ircle turns we were making. Although Kristy nearly let me die once. She forgot to tell me to turn right, so I nearly banged into the railing. We made it! finally! but there was still more to come.We walked all the way to Mt. Faber. And then the bus picked us up and we were on our way to the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus was hilarious. Sam was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not, &lt;/span&gt;as someone put it, talking in her "indoor voice", so yeah, it was PRETTY LOUD. We tried to play "I never"., but then the boys wanted to play and it was a failure, so we gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to the airport. Matt finally explained to us why we were treated like that at the Grace Sanct. They were trying to mimic the persecution that Christians in diff countries were expiriencing, so that we could understand. I thought that was really meaningful, and good, although it was really uncomfortable, and some freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, apparently the airport was also a mini amazing race. We had a change of group leader, Daniel, Eunice and Alisha. They first game was terrible! We had to slide ourselves on this slippery railing from on end to another. It was actually very tiring! Then we saw some people dancing. There was something very funny, which I will not mention. And the boys kept laughing about it till... i'm not sure. But anyway, it was great fun going around the various terminals and doing stuff. Except my eye acted up and it got all inflamed and painful. So I didn't have to do the garbage thing:) Thank God it's a lot better now! HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. So we were the first grp. Then we went to cheers to buy food. And ended up being the last at the MRT station. Heh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loooooooooooong &lt;/span&gt;MRT ride home to church. A surprise--breakfast. And yup we went home. I really enjoy it, and thanks to the camp committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm talking and saying weird stuff cause I'm tired. I better go bathe. write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;Wrote that two days ago. Too lazy to write more...YET. Notice that in every post there is usually at least one lazy.&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;read this first. Update on the first day's Amazing Race coming soon...i hope&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/6167488844563437900-7554328968505878869?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7554328968505878869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7554328968505878869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7554328968505878869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7554328968505878869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhh-home-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5619324164345282833</id><published>2008-11-25T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:00:54.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what cleaning up does to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;what cleaning up does to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what cleaning up does to you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-5619324164345282833?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5619324164345282833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5619324164345282833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5619324164345282833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5619324164345282833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-cleaning-up-does-to-you.html' title='what cleaning up does to you'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-296289047221343739</id><published>2008-11-24T08:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is TWO days after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;! And I am still a little tired. It was really exhausting. I mean, I babysit two boys very often, but when you have a whole group of kids, the amount of noise they can make is amazing. Well, it was a great experience. And I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; enjoy myself. Here's just some info about the kids. I took it from my journal, too lazy to write it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some kids were super whiny and spoilt, many of them were from the "Agape" childcare. One girl took something from me by force, as in she pushed and pulled for the thing (the tiny umbrella door-gift) just because she wanted pink, not blue, and I had told &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; no choosing colour. I was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The P5 boys were the best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. this story really cracked me up. After taking them for craft, i was cleaning up when one of the boys squatted before me , and put his hands together the way the Chinese do-- fist against the palm of the other hand. He said oh-so-solemnly , "Teacher ah, I want to apologise for my friends." And I was like "What??!!!" He said, That boy in the orange shirt, ya, that one, I want to apologise for him." The I replied, "But he was very quiet during craft, he didn't say anything!" Then he said, " I know, but then later he very rude. he call you bad name wan! He called you...he called you..." At this, he was like nodding his head, maybe bowing, i don't know (his hands were still together. I was getting worried and impatient, and was thinking like, "WHAT!?? What did he say?" Was it something vulgar? Then I asked him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calmly,&lt;/span&gt; " What did he say?" He then looked around as if to check if anybody was listening, and then bent forward and whispered, "He called you.. He called you... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;! (old grandma)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him it was okay. And then he kept apologising till I told him to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(end of journal entry part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this other P5 boy who was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contradictory&lt;/span&gt; and really naughty. As in he did the opposite of what you said. Somehow, he found out my nickname is "Mow" or "MowMow" (must be Ian, he was calling me that) and then kept on calling me that for the rest of camp, at lunch, at rehersal. It got really irritating, cause he got his friends to start calling me that too. He was from "Agape".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I need to wake up Dav to get ready for his chinese camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-296289047221343739?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/296289047221343739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=296289047221343739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/296289047221343739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/296289047221343739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/11/vbs.html' title='VBS!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-99048787247283115</id><published>2008-11-01T11:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:54:12.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture speaks a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;div&gt;Sorry. I've like, been putting up pictures so I don't have to type:) so excuse me another time yeah? I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;write again soon. I hope. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of marking day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvMTle5fgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ijOPAjY4nL4/s200/n1036237283_30162205_5090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525226363846146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvMTwg--YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WAd-NgLBUwY/s200/n1036237283_30162206_5379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525229325384066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the mrt station. me n nut are pretending to be part of the cast of "20th century BOYS". I thought I looked quite manly:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvMUKgIeDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AnOqKV0aqv4/s200/n1036237283_30162197_4082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525236301133874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUBWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvNkGtPZQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EAFMCB6m2Go/s200/n1036237283_30162209_8841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263526609671906562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvNkd67x0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/s6-ESB0g5w8/s200/n1036237283_30162211_9400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263526615903356738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvNkCBkWqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VI1-WBexLuw/s200/n1036237283_30162210_9122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263526608414988962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Woodlands playground. I'm trying to trip Ethel n Nut. We also played a few rounds of "Last (wo)man standing." Believe it or not, the person with the  supposedly least balance won, your truly. HAHA! I was so proud of myself, till Ethel beat me for the next 3-5 round. Ah well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvO7coXUTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QiTiO6TP-9g/s200/n1036237283_30162217_3040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263528110205653298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvO7rCAJgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3Ve3XtV7HVs/s200/n1036237283_30162219_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263528114071283202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvRu7OCJkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CKUAc5pYkLY/s200/n1036237283_30162216_2742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531193613297218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, then we went back to my house. And these are some of the better photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvRv1JTcTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dULEeWNHxGk/s200/n1036237283_30162220_3983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531209162715442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvRvujgayI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rtMxacnubSU/s200/n1036237283_30162221_4285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531207393569570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvRvWvYxCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nkXJH841re8/s200/n1036237283_30162227_6588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263531201000948770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, that's all for now. byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&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/6167488844563437900-99048787247283115?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/99048787247283115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=99048787247283115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/99048787247283115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/99048787247283115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='a picture speaks a thousand words.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQvMTle5fgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ijOPAjY4nL4/s72-c/n1036237283_30162205_5090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1002978411821096871</id><published>2008-10-29T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:36:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!&lt;div&gt;WELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't written for so long... actually, I don't really know what to write now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, holidays have started, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCA's&lt;/span&gt; still going on. Had choir yesterday. OH YES, the TRAGEDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT MOVED FROM A2 TO S2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; when I was getting used to singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lowlow&lt;/span&gt; parts, and getting to know more about my fellow section mates (okay, that sounds weird). But honestly, I love A2! Maybe next time I shouldn't complain about stuff before I really find out what it is. LESSON LEARNT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, the sec one prefects had another outing. Thanks again Ella! You're the best! (Ella organised both the first and the second "gathering") We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;3. And goodness, it was bad. But the cinema was comfy at least. I think the last movie was the worst of all. There was no story to it. And it was cheesy and predictable. For example: the coach said something like "And for the seniors on this team, you've only got 16 minutes left in Wildcat uniform!" Then I told Yolanda, "then there's gonna be a song called 16 minutes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And surprise surprise, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there was&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really bad. Cause I was laughing, A LOT! Esp the first part. When everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt; under these red things, and Gabriella pops up and shouts "TROY!". I honestly couldn't stop. I think the entire cinema was looking at my. I laughed till I cried. Until Jun Lei nudged me n told me to shut up, I was disturbing too many ppl. heh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and Dad are going away for 4 days! haha. Going to Ethel house for sleepover on Thursday. YAY! i'm soooooo happy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, need to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQfnsGKWTVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/THmCAj5cTlY/s200/n738731131_889492_6772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262429434359991634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQfnsF4ogOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cfNb98bhd98/s200/n1001585650_30194471_132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262429434285687010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! and the GE run, 5km... me n gwen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQfoC93qVMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9zFKy7k42J0/s200/n1036237283_30181399_9260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262429827271120066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will put up more photos of marking day, when nut n gwen came over, and we went to play table tennis with Ethel in Woodlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next time then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya:)&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/6167488844563437900-1002978411821096871?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1002978411821096871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1002978411821096871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1002978411821096871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1002978411821096871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-everybody-well-i-havent-written-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SQfnsGKWTVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/THmCAj5cTlY/s72-c/n738731131_889492_6772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7748418749612027723</id><published>2008-10-15T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:20:53.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"lose the battle, win the war"&lt;br /&gt;                     - Mrs Quek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7748418749612027723?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7748418749612027723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7748418749612027723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7748418749612027723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7748418749612027723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/10/lose-battle-win-war-mrs-quek.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-189070105387778850</id><published>2008-10-10T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:01:04.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay, exams may be over (YAY!), but, there's still lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklists please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for tomorrow, SC open house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;pack choir costume&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;pack tablecloth&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;mentally prepare myself&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;pack for church&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;settle with mum transport--okay fine. I'll be taking bus:(&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;top up my ez-link&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; 2. General (in order of importance):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;EMAIL JANELLE! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reeeeeally &lt;/span&gt;sorry!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SLEEP TILL THE COWS COME HOME  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get everyone's birthday presents ready (sorry their half a year late)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure my leg gets better (i got bashed up by myself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clear table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure everything's in order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just....BE GOOD, AND CLEAN AND NICE AND EVERYTHING LA!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tired to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-189070105387778850?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/189070105387778850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=189070105387778850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/189070105387778850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/189070105387778850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/10/checklist.html' title='checklist'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4842037604241691579</id><published>2008-10-03T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:24:38.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SOYO9OTtyfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D1Wn4P7nW-4/s1600-h/DSC06183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SOYO9OTtyfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D1Wn4P7nW-4/s320/DSC06183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252902460349860338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-4842037604241691579?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4842037604241691579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4842037604241691579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4842037604241691579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4842037604241691579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-photo.html' title='class photo'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SOYO9OTtyfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D1Wn4P7nW-4/s72-c/DSC06183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4124404694808528685</id><published>2008-09-30T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:20:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;chinese was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've already lost at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; marks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't believe it! seriously! It was soooo difficult. Jun Lei told me afterwards that in Sec 1, they try to make you fail. Why do I believe her? Because her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;said so. Anyway, Jun Lei is usually believable:) The paper was proof too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so ah well, it's over. If I fail...I think I might cry... Because I'll have to suffer two years more in JC! haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&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/6167488844563437900-4124404694808528685?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4124404694808528685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4124404694808528685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4124404694808528685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4124404694808528685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/chinese-was-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-566116224476224007</id><published>2008-09-24T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:09:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GREEN FOR JESUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Genesis 2:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" id="en-NIV-51" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God charges us to take care of his creation. Maybe this verse doesn't portray it very well, so if you have any, please tell me. Anyway, God didn't just name the animals himself, he asked Adam to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Genesis 2:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must take care of creation. God puts it very plainly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking'; instead of just going green/recycling for the future generations or to prevent global warming...let's go green for God. Gives it a whole lot more meaning doesn't it? When we recycle, we're protecting God's creation, aren't we? We're following him/his instructions.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided to recycle ass much as possible. Starting at home--all that paper we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church too. We use an amazing amount of energy. Ever noticed how cold it is in church? Aren't we wasting electricity by putting the air-con on so cold? Everyone brings jackets/sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm going to go green for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-566116224476224007?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/566116224476224007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=566116224476224007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/566116224476224007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/566116224476224007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-green-for-jesus.html' title='GO GREEN FOR JESUS!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3249529016314975122</id><published>2008-09-23T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:29:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Thanks be to God for being faithful to one with so little faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history today...&lt;br /&gt;I won't fail!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I only finished studying last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Next post: GO GREEN FOR JESUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3249529016314975122?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3249529016314975122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3249529016314975122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3249529016314975122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3249529016314975122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-be-to-god-for-being-faithful-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-833713427989510119</id><published>2008-09-18T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:33:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am currently in love with this song. It is just SOOOOO meaningful and it really portrays how worship should be--us worshipping God from the inside out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;div&gt;Still your mercy remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And should I stumble again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I'm caught in your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your will above all else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My purpose remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In bringing you praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ending &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart and my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give you control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let justice and praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become my embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ending &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your glory goes beyond fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to bring you praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the inside out Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul cries out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and FAITH! I was able to change the template or codes or whatever!.... with my sister's help...haha...she's an absolute genius when it come to this:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting tired of studying, though compared to my friends, I'm hardly doing ANYTHING at all! Aiyah...ISY people! Grades ain't everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I've improved for CA2, marks below;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lang Arts: 81.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGHER Chinese: 65.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bio: (I scraped a) 76.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hist: 83.something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geog: 91.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math: 89 exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could've done better but ah well...what's past is past, and I did better than expected anyway! Improved for everything except history. But that's okay. My mum is happy, I happy, everyone happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm just very happy today, for no apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, byebye!&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/6167488844563437900-833713427989510119?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/833713427989510119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=833713427989510119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/833713427989510119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/833713427989510119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/thousand-times-ive-failed-still-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8311491142199075259</id><published>2008-09-12T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:21:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord!</title><content type='html'>CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? I GOT A HIGH MERIT FOR PIANO PRACTICAL! 127! ALMOST A DISTINCTION! I CAN'T!&lt;div&gt;I told my teacher, mrs tee, at like 8.30pm, but she didn't reply. So I said,"She probably fainted and went to the hospital" hahahahaha:):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she did this morning and she said "you must have a very nice teacher". I agree. I expected to JUST PASS. seriously. I only practiced cause if I didn't, I wasn't allowed to use to com...haha...naughty me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was exhibition day at Ngee Ann Poly. The project I'm involved with is called ANGELS InSIGHT. It's a writing thing. Explain next time. Anyway, I had a lot of fun, and I saw MANY MANY MANY church people! Siu ying was there, so was Viola, about 5 others... So anyway, seagull (my tissue box) was a great help at hiding the money so no one would steal. Me, Ada, Kiran and Sarah J went around selling the pretty angel fund-raising thingys. It was sooooooo tiring. But really fun too. It was a good experience and I enjoyed it very much. (except I had no freedom in that skirt:) Kiran n Ada too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so so so so...I'm not sure what to write. Ah well, see ya then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8311491142199075259?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8311491142199075259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8311491142199075259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8311491142199075259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8311491142199075259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7749720417200428380</id><published>2008-09-11T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:12:28.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7749720417200428380?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7749720417200428380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7749720417200428380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7749720417200428380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7749720417200428380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/study.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7341848284565418921</id><published>2008-09-05T17:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:11:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW WORD</title><content type='html'>I learnt a new word today. It's also my word for the day: INFLUX&lt;div&gt;Pretty cool huh? I like it. It means an arrival or entry of large numbers of people or things. That's why I called my blog "an influx of ideas".  There might not be many (face facts: there aren't), but I just like that. HAHAHA:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Ethel's house today. It was fun. We went grocery shopping at West Mall (me playing the "plain and cheap mooncake hopeful"). Bought "yong tau foo" stuff and went back to her house to cook. Played guitar while waiting for the water to boil. Ate. Watched replay of "AMERICA'S GOT TALENT". Washed up. Went downstairs to play badminton. I have deproved...much. Well, Ethel's still the best:) Went up for about 5 mins then I had to leave:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS ETHEL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have this weird "strong in the lord" conference tomorrow. It's for ages 8 and up. I told my mum I'd probably be bored, and she was like "Okay". It's supposed to be a mother and daughters thing. I'll have to miss WG because of it:( :( :(. Hopefully, it won't be too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb is very cute. He is sleeping on the sofa. Have I told you he's model? For hairclips. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEAvaSjmWI/AAAAAAAAADU/rqhAkw5z06E/s200/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242472255746972002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEBJuHD4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/L0p6t9lxsmY/s200/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242472707744063970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEB1GYWasI/AAAAAAAAADs/dtS4ALSqfVw/s200/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242473452993407682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEB0-AJOYI/AAAAAAAAADk/ot6a2TYpTE4/s200/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242473450744396162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMECcmk_1tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7W28q7Bjk3o/s200/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242474131651286738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower caps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEFGpDzzwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QiYE2syGSrA/s200/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242477052895153922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also models for hats/caps. Latest adidas fashion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEC_NfXoII/AAAAAAAAAD8/aGgb361JrLw/s200/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242474726212214914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David does too, but that will be another time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7341848284565418921?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7341848284565418921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7341848284565418921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7341848284565418921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7341848284565418921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-word.html' title='NEW WORD'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SMEAvaSjmWI/AAAAAAAAADU/rqhAkw5z06E/s72-c/IMG_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-556450009368064441</id><published>2008-09-01T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:53:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS ARE OFFICIALLY HERE!&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY COMING!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY MY MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO FAIL CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;ORAL AND PAPERS.&lt;br /&gt;I AM AIMING FOR A B4 AT THE VERY MOST.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT:&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER GET AN "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PASS LANG ARTS.&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY WILL GET AN A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH:&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE AS NORMAL&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO BE CAREFUL:&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO MAKE CARELESS MISTAKES&lt;br /&gt;GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;CARE-FULL CARE-LESS???!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SURE ABOUT GEOG.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK AN A1 IS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF MEMORY WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;A HIGH A2 IS VERY LIKELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;BIO BIO BIO&lt;br /&gt;SYSTEMS&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;LOTS LOTS LOTS OF MEMORY WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHRASE IS A PARADOX IN ITSELF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-556450009368064441?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/556450009368064441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=556450009368064441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/556450009368064441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/556450009368064441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays-are-officially-here-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7020648950278534415</id><published>2008-08-30T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:46:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the whole of SCGS needs to learn this:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Do less for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, today is WEB's FIRST SERVICE IN WOODLANDS! I can't wait to see the inside of the building. Yes, I'm ITCHING to go. Have to be there by 4 today. I think. well, hope to see belinda n pei yi there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still sick after nine days. Luckily my fever went yesterday. Amazing. From like 38.5 to 36.9. praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SLilvlNei4I/AAAAAAAAADM/EaphcuF4JAs/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SLilvlNei4I/AAAAAAAAADM/EaphcuF4JAs/s400/Photo+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240120403306646402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption for that is "we come from mars"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you David for the caption. It's very you:)&lt;br /&gt;haha...My brothers are cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-7020648950278534415?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7020648950278534415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7020648950278534415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7020648950278534415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7020648950278534415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-whole-of-scgs-needs-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SLilvlNei4I/AAAAAAAAADM/EaphcuF4JAs/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1550747550140623765</id><published>2008-08-26T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:30:50.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, A LOT to write about today.&lt;br /&gt;1. Anniversary Dinner&lt;br /&gt;2. IN THE CAR after anniversary dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was okay, I was actually sick, my temperature was like 38.4 before I left the house, but my dad said "just go". I think He was fed-up with looking for people to fill seats. (He got a table for his DG but nobody could make it...) Anyway, I did end up leaving my seat (Ariel did too) and went up to eat with Ethel n Faith cause there was an extra seat. And lucky for me, there was a couple with no seats, so they sat there. My table was chaotic. All sec 1s and 2s. I think we were the noisiest. I was a bit crazy, laughing at the stupidest stuff cause my head was throbbing, and my head felt hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall explain this to you in a cool and composed manner. My family's car has cockroaches. a smaller kind of species in which the adults are about the size of a segment of your finger. However, they can be very scary when they come out at night. Usually, only one comes out, sometimes 2. But, on Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE WERE EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed my head off. EIGHT!!!! Luckily, we gave aunty Shelly and Uncle Andrew a lift home, and Uncle Andrew is this great cockroach killer. But still, only 7 died. Which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE IS STILL ALIVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm sick. Didn't go to school today or yesterday. Ah well. At least fever makes you grow taller:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to sleep. Bye!&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/6167488844563437900-1550747550140623765?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1550747550140623765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1550747550140623765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1550747550140623765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1550747550140623765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-lot-to-write-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8404968410798444517</id><published>2008-08-20T10:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:20:02.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moment of silence please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I got booked for the first time in my life, and got my first demerit point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, that was because I wore the wrong uniform. Uniform instead of class tee...Nut n Kluski got booked too! Sad man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, this week's pretty busy, coming to the end of term 3. At church, this Sat is the last prep day that we can have for Woodlands service...And Sunday is Anniversary service. They might  be short of ushers, so my dad wants me to help. Honestly, I'd feel really uncomfortable. I'm actually a pretty shy person you know... Oh, and at night is the anniversary dinner. I don't want to go...I'd rather stay home and watch the Olympics. Seriously. I'd love to celebrate with the church, but NOT in a dress and god knows what. Faith and Ethel are jumping around about it. What they're gonna wear n stuff. Can I wear denim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think they think I'm abnormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah well, what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-8404968410798444517?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8404968410798444517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8404968410798444517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8404968410798444517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8404968410798444517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/moment-of-silence-please.html' title='moment of silence please...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6745562405511226911</id><published>2008-08-18T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:22:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;USA now has a total of 65 medals, 19 of which are gold. China is behind them in the total, at 61, but they have 35 gold. Yup, you got it. I like the Olympics a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;US gymnasts did us proud. Gold n silver for the individual round. Shawn Johnson is really cute, but it's the Japanese girl that my brother is crazy about:) heh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bio test tomorrow. Better go CRAM. sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What on earth is the relationship between the surface area : vol. ratio??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh how I love bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6745562405511226911?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6745562405511226911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6745562405511226911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6745562405511226911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6745562405511226911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/usa-now-has-total-of-65-medals-19-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6231331847916831167</id><published>2008-08-17T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:17:53.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do you realise that rain looks white when it's falling, but it's actually clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6231331847916831167?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6231331847916831167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6231331847916831167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6231331847916831167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6231331847916831167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-realise-that-rain-looks-white.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2598260551742390247</id><published>2008-08-16T10:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:33:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love america</title><content type='html'>No, not because they're winning or anything. I cheered for the Ethiopians actually, for the 10000m race. Congrats Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY4ydvqSiI/AAAAAAAAACs/FP-t5bVlrp0/s1600-h/156x117_1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY4ydvqSiI/AAAAAAAAACs/FP-t5bVlrp0/s200/156x117_1601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234934056493926946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's in the table tennis finals! At least a silver! Haha...their first medal in 48 years!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY7Rf5c6cI/AAAAAAAAADE/H2J1k_wXvDs/s1600-h/thumb.43a3225e720343bf9506f7bf10fb1eaf.correction_beijing_olympics_athletics_womens_10000_olyat343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY7Rf5c6cI/AAAAAAAAADE/H2J1k_wXvDs/s320/thumb.43a3225e720343bf9506f7bf10fb1eaf.correction_beijing_olympics_athletics_womens_10000_olyat343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234936788671064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Shalene Flanagan. 3rd in the 10000m!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY6707WhRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yBj8d0kZgik/s1600-h/b06dea73796a85b1c58e45b767eac557-getty-81973357wj222_olympics_day_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY6707WhRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yBj8d0kZgik/s200/b06dea73796a85b1c58e45b767eac557-getty-81973357wj222_olympics_day_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234936416359056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Phelps 7th gold. As to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I do like watching sport, gym, swimming and track in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait for WG later. Better go get some work done. Bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2598260551742390247?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2598260551742390247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2598260551742390247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2598260551742390247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2598260551742390247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-america.html' title='i love america'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SKY4ydvqSiI/AAAAAAAAACs/FP-t5bVlrp0/s72-c/156x117_1601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7297307688354120493</id><published>2008-08-12T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:28:43.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;My piano exam, NDP party, national day holiday....&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I think I failed my scales. G and E major, C minor. I screwed up E major. Couldn't believe it. She gave me such easy scales you know. ai yaya... Ah well, what's over is over I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Michael Phelps rocks. Have you seen him swim...oh my goodness. Anyway, don't forget, I'm American:) So good job Tao Li, but this year let's be more...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patriotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NDP party was great. Sadly none of my friends came. Sad, but hopefuly you guys can come next time:) I was games master of station one. Yes, the weird chicken dance person with Eat Me! I'm organic! on my shirt. No problem, it was red:) Pizza fights, cordial drinkers, Tom and Jerry fans, drizzle, WHERE IS THE PIZZA??!!!, promo video, funny videos, blindfolds....What better summary can you get?&lt;br /&gt;WOODLANDS--COVENANT EVENGELICAL FREE CHURCH! is now officially open! It actually opened on 3rd Aug. Praise the Lord people! I mean, we had to go thru 3 TOPs. And didn't NOT have to get a bank loan, we have more than we need! It's really nice. Can't wait till WEB moves there end this month.&lt;br /&gt;Got to go. Sorry for this very detailed post. Not in the mood. post-first piano exam blues. joking.&lt;br /&gt;okay, byebye&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/6167488844563437900-7297307688354120493?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7297307688354120493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7297307688354120493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7297307688354120493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7297307688354120493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3112666416126031609</id><published>2008-08-07T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:29:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just hi:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He died for you, why not live for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just like that phrase. A LOT. I think it's amazing and inspiring. Can't remember where I got it from.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just something to share with you:)&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/6167488844563437900-3112666416126031609?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3112666416126031609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3112666416126031609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3112666416126031609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3112666416126031609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-hi.html' title='just hi:)'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5520562463926652828</id><published>2008-08-06T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:26:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot. pei yi can't come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-5520562463926652828?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5520562463926652828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5520562463926652828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5520562463926652828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5520562463926652828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/shoot-pei-yi-cant-come.html' title='shoot. pei yi can&apos;t come'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5456965500442497713</id><published>2008-08-06T10:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:18:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride vs. Arrogance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prefect camp was great:) I had lots of fun, and got to know the other seniors and level mates better. Good experience.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I dislike to happen most in a leader? The person acts humble, but is DEAD proud, and just keeps wanting to show off. They say things like " I hate being a leader! Everyone expects me to do so much and help them! Why do I have to be so talented/gifted?" Yah. ULTERIOR MOTIVES PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humility is the key. TRUE humility, and yeah, I'm still trying to achieve it. Ya, I might not be like the kind of person I mentioned above, but I do sometimes feel proud...arrogant rather, and think that I'm above other. So I'm really glad that in WEB, they're teaching us about attitudes---one of them being humility:)&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough serious talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for NDP! But now Gwen says she can't com, Kai Lin too, Yi Ling too....not sure about Belinda, so...I only have Pei Yi coming!!! And I told them 4 friends!!! HAHA...never mind. Just glad you're coming Peiyi:) Okays...I got to go. Yes, it's CS now...heh heh...yes blogging during computer studies. Well, I don't know how to use photoshop, and I don't understand the lesson. But still.....&lt;br /&gt;naughty prefect...(that's the common phrase to describe prefects who have done something wrong...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL.....&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/6167488844563437900-5456965500442497713?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5456965500442497713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5456965500442497713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5456965500442497713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5456965500442497713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/08/pride-vs-arrogance.html' title='Pride vs. Arrogance'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6881175463427465547</id><published>2008-07-29T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:51:25.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I have no time to write all I want to say. Discuss the topics that I've been thinking and planning about: Bias-ness and Irony.&lt;br /&gt;Well, might as well tell you what's been going on...&lt;br /&gt;Choir today, Nothing yesterday, Church the day before, and WG and WEB on sat. Message and prayer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; great during service, we should have more times like that, I think we all need it. We FINALLY decided where NDP outreach will be held: Signature park, Jessica's condo's function room. Yes, FINALLY. We took almost an hour and a half to decide and vote just on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;. Ironically, all the guys voted for the condo (indoors), and all the girls voted for near the National Stadium(indoors). The excuse for the wimp-like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(joking, don't take me seriously) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;behaviour... the toilets at the condo were better---as in there were more toilets, and they are cleaner and close by.&lt;br /&gt;boys. My brother is just like that. Yes, David Mow, you are.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go. Here's your update Faith, lousy one it is though, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;p.s. GIB prefect camp this fri and sat. Quite looking forward to it.&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/6167488844563437900-6881175463427465547?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6881175463427465547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6881175463427465547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6881175463427465547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6881175463427465547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-time.html' title='no time'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2747049337544534077</id><published>2008-07-23T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:19:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpPxvLv9I/AAAAAAAAACI/DL-hsa3dqAE/s1600-h/DSCF1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpPxvLv9I/AAAAAAAAACI/DL-hsa3dqAE/s200/DSCF1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226120874868588498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQCfQ-AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQSwWojVwLA/s1600-h/DSCF1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQCfQ-AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQSwWojVwLA/s200/DSCF1697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226120879365224450" 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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQQW7uXI/AAAAAAAAACY/fRVFHt0hG04/s1600-h/DSCF1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQQW7uXI/AAAAAAAAACY/fRVFHt0hG04/s200/DSCF1699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226120883088374130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQXR6hMI/AAAAAAAAACg/gXFSQwmKds8/s1600-h/DSCF1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpQXR6hMI/AAAAAAAAACg/gXFSQwmKds8/s200/DSCF1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226120884946371778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had the best time ever:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2747049337544534077?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2747049337544534077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2747049337544534077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2747049337544534077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2747049337544534077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-had-best-time-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIbpPxvLv9I/AAAAAAAAACI/DL-hsa3dqAE/s72-c/DSCF1695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8089123749560371847</id><published>2008-07-21T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:29:30.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIQ8uRDDyAI/AAAAAAAAACA/AqKtCVF4H9E/s1600-h/tribal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 203px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIQ8uRDDyAI/AAAAAAAAACA/AqKtCVF4H9E/s320/tribal2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225368233204500482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vicky Ong so tall!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from the choir concert. SEC 1s! (in tribal costume, in dressing room) sorry, it's long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still can't believe I'm posting so much. Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS GREAT PEOPLE! thanks for getting me to come! Cycling was cool, Yolanda, and well, roller blading was dead tiring but thanks Nut for letting me anyway. Yah. Actually ah, how far did we go? About 1.5km? I dunno. It felt longer---when roller blading of course. I thought I was lost! Really!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me explain. Got there at about 9.15. Went to Mac's and waited for Rachel Goh. Then we went to rent bicycles (3)and roller blades (2 pairs). oh, and the bikes were the double-rider type--they were pretty tough to maneuver and stuff, till we got the momentum. So, Nut and Esther on the 3rd double-bike were really slow. I don't have a clue what they were doing (okay, fine, mostly screaming). Then Belinda fell down after 5 min on her rollerblades, she scraped off a LOT of skin. Yup, it was bad. Ada (on the other pair of rollerblades, or RB) freaked out. All the motherly stuff she's good at. I like the way she makes the 'tsk tsk' sound. Anyway, we cleaned it up and carried on. Rachel G and Christine were up front, Yolanda n Me behind. The other 4 were messing aroung behind. Belinda fell again. Well, after awhile, Rach G (I'm shortening her name everytime I type it, sorry 'bout that), Christine, Yolanda and I were too far ahead, so we turned around. Met up with the rest about 500m away. Nut was RBing now. So we saw a dying ant hanging from a spider's web. It liked Rach G. It sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; on her---and of course, the usual screaming. Then we took some pretty cool pictures of us jumping into the air. Like, IN the air--defying gravity man! haha. so well, we went back to where RG, C, Y and I u-turned, near the giant sandcastles. The others took more pics. I didn't really want to, so stayed back with Nut in the shed. Nut's feet were aching from the RB, so on the way back, I took over. And I got what she meant. The RBs were HUGE. GIGANTIC! GARGANTUAN! (and other big words). So my feet had to work hard to lift them, and I couldn't balance for awhile. RBed myself back. I thought everyone was ahead and that I was lost. Turns out Ada and Esther on a double-bike...well, it just don't work. They were pretty far behind. Got together, went to return the stuff. RELIEVED THE FEET! And went to subway for lunch. Well, we had to "ta bao" cause Yolanda's mum, who was giving us a lift to Parkway, was there already. So Y, Nut, Belinda and I went to parkway. And then Y and her mum left to "zou zou"---walkwalk. We ate lunch. I bought a nalgene bottle, that I hope will not break like my "virtually unbreakable" bottle. Yes, it said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"virtually unbreakable" on it's lable. Well, then the longggggggggggggg ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. GREAT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6167488844563437900-8089123749560371847?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8089123749560371847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8089123749560371847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8089123749560371847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8089123749560371847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/well.html' title='WELL!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SIQ8uRDDyAI/AAAAAAAAACA/AqKtCVF4H9E/s72-c/tribal2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5051775489230582846</id><published>2008-07-20T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:51:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I know I've been posting a lot, but need to say some stuff. Anyway, babysitting Dave and Caleb now--for the night. Just got them dinner so that's one thing down. And they're watching high school musical 2. Of all things, but they like it, so I thought might as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat--Worship practice, WG, WEB. WG was as usual: the order and the absolutely great ideas for games. The whack, wake and pray thing. WEB: service I mean. Anyway, Zone formation 2. Then the seniors joined us and Matt spoke. Message was pretty powerful. Something that really impacted me was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God wants to save everyone, and it is our job, our responsibility to do it for Him. Ou responsibility to change the world. (more like a summary la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So c'mon people! Let's change the world for God! Feeling really hyped up now. For Jesus, for God, for my homework! (yes, believe it or not!), for NDP outreach, for EVERYTHING i s'pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, well, tomorrow going to east coast! Can't wait for the exercise and that euphoric feeling of...CYCLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oops, okay have to go. boys are arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the peace-maker.&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/6167488844563437900-5051775489230582846?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5051775489230582846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5051775489230582846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5051775489230582846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5051775489230582846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-all-yes-i-know-ive-been-posting-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3315324871534735456</id><published>2008-07-19T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:34:40.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the record breaker...</title><content type='html'>I THREW OUT A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*RECORD BREAKING*&lt;/span&gt; STINKY GARBAGE YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just wanted to tell you all that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-3315324871534735456?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3315324871534735456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3315324871534735456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3315324871534735456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3315324871534735456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/record-breaker.html' title='the record breaker...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1508066593658961387</id><published>2008-07-18T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:17:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....and ever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;I been pondering, these past few days, the meaning of "eternal". It's just so baffling. I mean, living in Heaven forever? Eternally? What does it actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'll ever be able to comprehend it, let alone anyone. It's just too big, isn't it? I mean, we can barely understand the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;size&lt;/span&gt; of the UNIVERSE. How can we possibly understand this whole big picture of eternal?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in it, but I can't fanthom it. Doesn't this just show the greatness of God?&lt;br /&gt;haha....just a little reflection on what I've been thinking about. Nothing to "chim" I hope. Never too "chim".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for the weekend people!!! Sat is going to be fabulous [as usual:)], and... Monday is a school holiday! Because the school's been doing well for competitions and 'O' levels and stuff. So going to east coast with Belinda's gang and stuff. Ya. Her's not mine. But Nut's going, and well, be had to agreed to go, and I guess  the group grew. Anyway, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys soon:) I really can't wait&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/6167488844563437900-1508066593658961387?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1508066593658961387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1508066593658961387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1508066593658961387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1508066593658961387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever.html' title='forever....'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7483553247373046339</id><published>2008-07-13T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:20:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some stuff you should know about yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Point form. As usual, it's the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;- Mum went out to send Dave and Jon (my cousin) for their swimming lesson.&lt;br /&gt;- I ate breakfast and...stoned?&lt;br /&gt;- Mum came home. I felt hungry and ate an early lunch&lt;br /&gt;- Called Belinda up, to confirm time we were meeting&lt;br /&gt;- Dad comes home. Says it's time to go for lunch&lt;br /&gt;- Mum insists I go with them and eat some more.&lt;br /&gt;- So I do&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese restaurant&lt;br /&gt;- Mum stuffed me.&lt;br /&gt;- I think she thinks I'm anorexic. MY FOOT. I eat so much. It's not my fault that I'm not fat&lt;br /&gt;- David has had enough soya sauce for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;- Both my brothers will die of high blood pressure (too much soya sauce)&lt;br /&gt;- Ruth had a stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;- Went home with her earlier. (or tried to, Caleb kicked up a fuss)&lt;br /&gt;- Got home. Got ready&lt;br /&gt;- 2pm. Met Belinda and collected my homework&lt;br /&gt;- Bye Belinda.&lt;br /&gt;- Dad picked me up to go to church&lt;br /&gt;- Worship practice--sorry didn't mean to be late&lt;br /&gt;- ended earlier than 4. As expected with Aunty Xiuling. I like finishing early.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to brown benches near the yellow benches&lt;br /&gt;- helped Faith with physics&lt;br /&gt;- Went to check if JD room was open, so I could practice&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a failure at "King of Majesty"&lt;br /&gt;- JD room wasn't open.&lt;br /&gt;- so went back to chapel&lt;br /&gt;- Practiced&lt;br /&gt;- Back to JD room at 4.10pm&lt;br /&gt;- Practiced there too&lt;br /&gt;- 4.30: WG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough point form. WG was super fun. Except that I had started to feel tired. So anyway. We were planning for National Day outreach. I'm in Follow up. I was like, the ONLY one who volunteered. Anyway. Siuying's the OIC. I'm IC for my department, but there's actually not much to do. There's FOOD (must tell you about those ppl.) FINANCE, PROGRAM, GAMES and PUBLICITY. Finance was okay, Faith, Jessica. Calm cool composed quiet. Except maybe they laughed a lot with the food ppl. Games: not very sure who. the came up with your typical games I suppose. I was thinking of something like the chicken dance:) PUBLICITY: not sure what they were doing. PROGRAM: Zoe, Cheryl, siuying...yup . Okay, now...FOOD. I tell you. Those people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUTS&lt;/span&gt;. I repeat.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; NUTS&lt;/span&gt;. The usual. Sam and Jeevan. Ya. Those two really should get married. It should be pretty interesting to see how that works out. Basically, they argued and made a lot of noise. All that talk about pizza, pot luck, pink and height...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was cool. I went a bit crazy in the queue. Cause I had reached my 2nd stage of tiredness. The craziness stage. Jessica, Elizabeth and Nadya were there too. I TOUCHED A NETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;Back to church. Zone formation. Seniors went with Matt. Rest of us stayed in sanctuary. I reached the third stage, and couldn't stop yawning. Felt really bad. Cause it was pretty serious. Anyway, washed my face and felt better. Came back washed up. Went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH: Caleb's new nickname is midget.I like it. It suits him.&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&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/6167488844563437900-7483553247373046339?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7483553247373046339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7483553247373046339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7483553247373046339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7483553247373046339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-some-stuff-you-should-know-about.html' title='just some stuff you should know about yesterday...'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4130895092590186596</id><published>2008-07-11T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:30:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird smses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey, just wanted to share with you what this genius invention--the handphone--can actually do to you, or to others. For example, smses. They can freak you out, humour you or make you panic. OR, they can just be plain old weird. Like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smses can:&lt;br /&gt;1. Comfort you:&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The news of his death has shocked my heart. I know I speak for all of us when I say that Aloha Jr was much a part of our lives. He taught us to love. And I am sure we both have never loved a yellow chunk of nutrients as much as we did Aloha Jr. Deepest condolence(s), Choo Kai Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;  No school today right?&lt;br /&gt;                       - Gwen, on the youth day holiday. ( I replied: WHAT? YOU DIDN'T KNOW?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Show you how random a person is. really.&lt;br /&gt;Hey mow, u know that when I call u stupid i dont mean it right? and do i say it too often? sry if i do:( sometimes i simply cant help it like when u trip and fall over nothing etc. :P&lt;br /&gt;- Nat Teo. (I hadn't complained or said anything AT ALL. must have been her consience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that explains my opinion quite well. Thank you Kai Lin, Gwen and Nut for your examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, enough of that. have to go. better get some work done. Didn't go to school today. Not feeling well. Here's a poem I wrote for LA assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Storm&lt;br /&gt;The clouds begin their ominous march,&lt;br /&gt;and the lightning dashes out to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;The Drum of Thunder crashes,&lt;br /&gt;and again the lightning flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sky, a sea of grey, &lt;br /&gt;can no longer bear it’s burden.&lt;br /&gt;And now, at last, the rain pours down,&lt;br /&gt;it’s boundaries forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/6167488844563437900-4130895092590186596?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4130895092590186596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4130895092590186596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4130895092590186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4130895092590186596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird-smses.html' title='weird smses.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-464131123451588357</id><published>2008-07-09T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:24:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday: Went to Woodlands for prayer walk and to film the promo video something. We walked, we prayed, we ran (for the video). It was pretty funny. Like one guy sitting on a bench, and these random people running past him and jumping right over him. Dinner at VistaPoint. My...ummm... UNFORTUNATE accident in the field. We just HAD to run into the stupid puddle. And Ethel and Faith didn't get WET. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church. JD. Sunbeam. Faith's house. Ate, played keys and guitar with Ethel, then Uncle Cedric wanted to talk to Faith and me about taking over the sunbeam worship ministry. So yeah...I am, with Faith. She's OVERALL IN-CHARGE. haha. Don't know how it's gonna work out. I mean, I got the list of names yesterday. The list showing who's going where--Bukit Panjang or Woodlands. Can't believe so few people are staying. But then, there are equally few people in Woodlands. For example, there's only two keyboardists left in Sunbeam. Me n Faith. Drummers about the same. two. Guitarists (thank God) three. Though Uncle Peter doubles up as worship leader. Oh ya, I'm kinda confused. I'm wondering if I'm still gonna lead since Aunty Xiuling is going to Woodlands. Well, if I have to stop, I will. But I'll miss the little kids. It's so cool when you see them worshipping God. Especially the P1's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Mugged for geog test like MAD. Yes. Very unlike me. Then we went to HortPark to celebrate Ah Mah's birthday. It's a REALLY REALLY nice park. I absolutely love it. When I was there, I was thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outreach.&lt;/span&gt; It's a really great place for that. So, well, I finally was able to have that race with David. He keeps on telling me this---"I'm very fast...even faster than you! I want to race you, then I win! (then some ultraman sound effects)"---So we raced, and I won all 6 times. He just wouldn't admit that I was faster. But he IS super fast. For a P1. Really. He wasn't far behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Geog test. I'm glad I mugged. It payed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: TOOOOODAAAYYYY!!! haha. CS again now. Yun Ru forgot to bring the thumb drive, so, again, nothing much to do. Prefect elections later. Then dental at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do with prefect elections---I've made up my mind. If I become a prefect I'll do my best. I may be busy, but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;MY FUTURE DECIDED! So cool. I was just listening to that song yesterday (it's my 3rd fav song right now) and coincidentally it was in my DJ. cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go...have to be there early. bye!&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/6167488844563437900-464131123451588357?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/464131123451588357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=464131123451588357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/464131123451588357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/464131123451588357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3486905866712962024</id><published>2008-07-06T08:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:49:52.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I've been thinking (and worrying) about a lot of stuff. It's been pretty tiring. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; of what I have been thinking of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;, CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, time management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;home: chores, parents, sibling, fairness, pressure, arguments&lt;br /&gt;church: sunbeam, areas to serve in, am I doing too much?, friends, JD, WEB, woodlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know about you, your life could be super stressful, super difficult, and you might think all my problems are shallow and insignificant. But to me their pretty big. There are lots more stuff I didn't write there. Like my prefect nominee thing. That's needs thought too. Whether I'm suitable for one. Whether I'll benefit the school. Whether I'm willing. And quitting french. I've been agonising over that for the past 3 months. I have quit, because I think I'm really too busy. Pressure: I know. I was the super cool girl last year. The girl who wasn't a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt; bit nervous for PSLE. Who wasn't even nervous when they put the paper in front of me. Somehow, now, in SC &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEC &lt;/span&gt;with all this competition, I am getting really hyped-up. I'm already doing very well. But no longer am I content with my own marks. (In P6 I couldn't care less) I have this...DRIVE. A drive to be the first. No, not in a bad way. But because I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say life would have been easier if I got 250 instead of 268 for PSLE :) joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. over shot. Have to go get ready for church, then wake up David. HOPEFULLY he'll co-operate today. But he's a pretty cool guy, my brother. Except that he's blurer and slower than me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6167488844563437900-3486905866712962024?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3486905866712962024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3486905866712962024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3486905866712962024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3486905866712962024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3672048704017295713</id><published>2008-07-06T08:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:00:35.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SHGGn-StzhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LMPGgLtICIk/s1600-h/Photo+8+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SHGGn-StzhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LMPGgLtICIk/s200/Photo+8+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101464393633298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I give up on telling you the whole story of aloha bananas. Just that Aloha the first died during recess. Aloha Jr. (who was kindly sponsored by kai lin) died during geog. Finally, yesterday, I was forced to kill Aloha the third--because my mum said he was going to rot if I didn't. An exclusive picture of Aloha the third. To your right&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written enough about them. Going to write everything else in a new post.&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/6167488844563437900-3672048704017295713?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3672048704017295713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3672048704017295713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3672048704017295713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3672048704017295713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SHGGn-StzhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LMPGgLtICIk/s72-c/Photo+8+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4118815658081757647</id><published>2008-07-04T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:25:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh...hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do I keep falling asleep during math? why can't it be CE instead? I mean, yes, CE is supposed to be life-enriching (or something like that), but I gone through eeeenough puberty talks for the rest of my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;And why does geog have to be so funny? Oh man, Xinmin. I CAN'T HELP LAUGHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT. The story behind all this: We were going through our mapwork thing today. And then there was this question, something like: Identify a line symbol on the map.&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;Xinmin drew a line.&lt;br /&gt;And said this, "I dunno lah! He ask for line so I draw line lah!"&lt;br /&gt;And the cocoa thing. Can someone tell me what was so funny? I didn't get it. Anyway, Belinda, you are NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, the Hwa chong concert. It was okay. Better than expected. Except for the fact that the Nanyang Girls and some Hwa Chong guys in the audience laughed at us, it was alright. Yes, they laughed. But I forgive you. Oh yes, and they taught us to bow. Mrs Yogee said they were very polite, and showed a lot of respect to the teachers. So lesson learnt: Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I absolutely love this poem. I don't know why. I just think it's so light and carefree and happy. And it makes me to just run and see daffodils. Hope you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- DO NOT MODIFY --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Daffodils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wander'd lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced, but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not be but gay,&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company!&lt;br /&gt;I gazed—and gazed—but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All this yellow reminds me of Aloha bananas. I must tell you the story later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/6167488844563437900-4118815658081757647?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4118815658081757647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4118815658081757647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4118815658081757647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4118815658081757647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohhahahaha.html' title='oh...hahahaha'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3978562448960739662</id><published>2008-07-02T15:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:27:45.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you make of this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what to say. I'm sad, happy, and angry at different things. It's weird. Do you know how hard it is to feel 3 different things all at once? Anyway, getting on with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm felling kinda hurt, cause my mum hasn't seemed to be bothering about me. I felt sick (yes, AGAIN) and she felt my forehead and just said, "Oh, you feel warm." And that was it. Sounds really silly and like I'm overreacting but yes! it does hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's also not answering me when I talk to her. She can be very free and I ask her something 3-4 times, she just doesn't answer. Either that or she answers me after 5-12 hours. Makes me wonder if she even cares to know what I say. Also, it's natural for you to want to tell your mum stuff. Like about people at school or something. Well, when I talk to her, she just gets all distant, as if she's thinking about something else. And seems like she's not listening at all. When I finish, she'll just nod and say "oh" or "yes" and walk off. Or worse, that blank smile which looks like "oh, I find your story very childish. I didn't really want to hear it." That's for the funny stuff I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've settled into the regular routine again. Enjoying time with my school friends. LOVE recess. CCA time is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;reasonable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;manageable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Youth Sunday....was great! Haha...it WAS pretty cool. I was in the choir, but only turned up for 10 and 12, cause my mum wouldn't allow me to come for eight. Sorry people. Anyway, the songs were great and all, I learnt song actions in record time! 1 sec after the action was done man! whoo! (yes, I mean during the song itself) Message was good, meaningful, learnt from it. Ushers were so funny in their uniforms. GO SC! haha, Beverly and her uniform. So funny. No offense, I proud to be your fellow SC girl. (She was prob the coldest person there. No sleeves mah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Choir concert was nuts. Glad it's over though. Can't believe this, but I actually DID enjoy it. Changing costumes was chaos, the make-up too. I mean. Didn't we look red enough already? Sang well, A2 did very well, considering our size:) At the end: seniors and their flowers, spooky corridors. spooky music room.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Angry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahhhh....I'm so lethargic, listless and lazy. I'm like getting nothing done. Sigh. It's frustrating. I try to study, but end up falling asleep. (on the sofa) cause of lack of sleep. Yup, STILL haven't caught up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow. It felt good to write all that out. Going to sing for Hwa Chong this thurs...Tomorrow. Choir thing again... Yeah. Okay. Nothing much else to write. So...see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.s. Forgot bout my battle haiku. I think it's cool. here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We sharpen our swords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;getting ready for battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with steel, iron, bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.p.s Tell you about my Aloha bananas tomorrow. (hopefully) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bye.&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/6167488844563437900-3978562448960739662?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3978562448960739662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3978562448960739662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3978562448960739662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3978562448960739662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-would-you-make-of-this.html' title='What would you make of this?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-834784620890290214</id><published>2008-06-28T09:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:24:54.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colossians 3.23'/><title type='text'>God of wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God is a god of wonders. He created everything, He created me, he created the human body. And that creation has amazed me by what it can do. Or rather, what God can do.&lt;br /&gt;Last-mintue-ness in my family is hereditary.My sister has probably inherited my mum's LOVE for messes. While I have probably been passed some of her last-minute-ness (thankfully not the lateness, now that's bad). Anyway, that's one of the reasons why I was up till 2.30am on thurs. It's not my mum's fault, I guess it's mainly mine, cause I didn't manage my time well. So, I was up doing my utopia till 2.30am, went to sleep and got up at 5.30am (do the math)&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with God being wonderful? Well by right, after having only 3 hrs of sleep, you should naturally be dead tired, the kind of tired where you barely can keep you eyes open. I was like that when I woke up. I dozed off with my bread in my mouth, slept in the taxi...all the way till recess. (yes, the first few lessons I was falling asleep. Mr Teo kept staring at me during geog. I was basically the only person lying down on my mapwork, with my eyes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt;. OH WELL...) during recess, for some weird reason I woke up. I think it was during recess sectionals, cause my sec 2 seniors went really close to the sec 1s to make sure we've got the right notes. Pretty scary, and had to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Now to prove the wonderful-ness of my God: He gave me enough energy from just 3 hrs of sleep, to get through the whole day, with choir practice as well. And I still was feelin pretty energetic when I came back from school and had dinner. I only started feeling really tired at 11! isn't that cool? I mean, 3 hours of sleep for 15 hrs of jumping around? It's AMAZING. But God did MORE. Today's the choir concert, I'm up, and feeling awake and happy, and almost all of my phlegm had dissappeared! Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!&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/6167488844563437900-834784620890290214?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/834784620890290214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=834784620890290214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/834784620890290214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/834784620890290214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-of-wonders.html' title='God of wonders'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4109217327629364183</id><published>2008-06-26T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:38:24.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colossians 3:23'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi, can't believe I've been here so much recently. Maybe even too much. Anyway, it's CS AGAIN. So ya, I'm here cause I can't do my utopia here. I have the document, but the format got all messed up when I sent it to myself. And I don't want to mess it up further. Sigh...I REALLY have to cram.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've nothing to write. Everything I can think of is so...trivial and meaningless I guess. Sometimes I feel so shallow, then too deep and serious. Something's wrong? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever it is, I have to go. IT'S RECESS! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. prefect nominee interview later. gulp, what am I gonna say? But I'm gonna answer them truthfully, so shouldn't be too hard:) see ya!&lt;br /&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/6167488844563437900-4109217327629364183?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4109217327629364183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4109217327629364183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4109217327629364183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4109217327629364183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-cant-believe-ive-been-here-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4032224405721001229</id><published>2008-06-25T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:28:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SGINlULzBwI/AAAAAAAAABo/yQuwT4i9_mg/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SGINlULzBwI/AAAAAAAAABo/yQuwT4i9_mg/s200/Photo+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215746253172967170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, yeah. I came back after choir early, cause I had a bad stomachache. Anyway, I'm feeling better now. But still. See me in that tribal costume thing? Yeah? Well, GUESS MY MOOD. I really, really have been feeling grouchy and grumpy and tired and all that stuff these past few days. I don't know why! I mean, yah, there's choir, but everyone seems okay! Except me. Maybe cause I'm sick, or just that I still have this unhappiness about choir as a CCA and all. Or maybe cause I'm overwhelmed. When I sing at church I'm not performing. But here, to quote the ex-vice-chairman "You're in choir cause you looooovee to perform" That's okay I guess, but I'm not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, just realised that me tongue is unnaturally longgg. COOL! haha. Yeah, I know I'm abnormal. I've got more than enough people telling me that. Abnormal where? you ask. Oh, up here, my head. HAHAHA. joking. okay, I think I feel better now. Sorry bout all my weird nonsensical postings. But hey!, after all, I THINK NONSENSICAL. ahahaha. see ya&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/6167488844563437900-4032224405721001229?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4032224405721001229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4032224405721001229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4032224405721001229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4032224405721001229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3QkClrus8/SGINlULzBwI/AAAAAAAAABo/yQuwT4i9_mg/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3996062252487297205</id><published>2008-06-22T17:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:28:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hosanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to put these lyrics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    heal my heart and make it clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    show me how to love like you have loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    break my heart for what breaks yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    everything I am for your kingdom's cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    as I walk from earth into eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am tired, and feel dead lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;choir and school are driving me nuts. My throat is killing me. And I'm singing for youth sunday the day after choir concert. which is after about 2 and a half days worth of singing (as in hours).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;moral of story: think before you act. Ushering would've been better in this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sigh, but we did learn to give God our very best. Both in JD and in WEB. But how I can't give my best when my throat is dead, and my voice is cracking, and....Sigh. Pray pray pray. rest rest rest. watch my diet (no chocolate) yeah. That's how I'm gonna give my best. I'm gonna try my best. Hopefully, it'll pay off.&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/6167488844563437900-3996062252487297205?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3996062252487297205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3996062252487297205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3996062252487297205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3996062252487297205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/hosanna.html' title='hosanna'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2368998918146335733</id><published>2008-06-17T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:30:10.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;church camp...I dunno what to say! It was so GREAT! I'm not going to write down everything that happened (like Faith, go read her blog if you want to know every little detail), but rather the highlights. I think. Unless there's too much to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to start, rooming. Faith, Ethel, Eunice. Said that before, i think. Anyway, it was really fun rooming with them. Though Eunice was out of the room half the time :( But at least she came back the last night. Squeezed with Faith and Ethel on 2 mattresses cause I didn't wanna sleep alone in a dark, new, bed and room. Yah, I suppose I was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;scared, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;of the DARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Funny stuff:&lt;/span&gt; games, forfeits, kungfu panda dance thing?, room 511??? (i didn't really get that), all the jokes, serving the hokkien ministry (will mention why later), the everyone-together night, the skit, Jerome and Carissa thing, the kungfu panda dance AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t:&lt;/span&gt; humility was my main one. Even though the aim of the "sermon's" and stuff probably wasn't that. But yeah, not gonna write why here. It's kind of private. Also learnt about how to be more welcoming, about missions...those who went you'd know. I really learned a lot from "Facing the Giants", it's a really powerful and inspiring movie. Though all the stuff in the end is a bit exaggerated. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Elaborations: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I promised you a hokkien ministry dinner update right? Well, here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There was these few tables my group (grp 4) was serving. And one table in particular was a bit demanding. Like, the stuff must come now! kind of thing. But in a moderate and tolerable way, i guess. Anyway, there was this man, he wanted a drink, and so I asked him whether he wanted cold or warm water, he asked me for "pi jiu" or, translated, beer. Yes, BEER. So I stood there for awhile and then told him (all in my inadequate chinese) that there wasn't any. Then he started complaining and demanding it, getting all worked up, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was getting worked up too, and nervous and worried. And and kept on trying to explain, thinking he didn't understand and stuff. Then he said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that he was joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THAT was when I nearly blew. But he was laughing, the whole TABLE was laughing. So I decided to let it be. I was serving THEM anyway. It was a good thing to do though. And I'm glad I did. The old people were just SO HAPPY. It was really rewarding. (I think it was just enough to make-up for the beer incident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow...that was long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Time to summarise: A lot of other things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay, I'm done :D&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/6167488844563437900-2368998918146335733?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2368998918146335733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2368998918146335733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2368998918146335733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2368998918146335733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/church-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-3279313278722305949</id><published>2008-06-09T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:30:54.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Church camp is tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my goodness, I really can't wait! Rooming with Ethel, Faith and Eunice (Tan). Yeah, four of us. Pretty cool. I've almost finished packing, but still have to pack all the little odds 'n' ends----that's the part that I don't look forward to:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I hope I'll learn something this camp, and be able to know God more. (though I'm not very sure what's going to be happening.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know something, leading worship yesterday showed me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; worship while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;worshipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; isn't easy. See, when I get too caught up leading, it's difficult to concentrate on God. But when you're really worshipping and all, you forget the kids, forget to lead the music even. So yeah, there's got to be this balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talking about balance: Yes, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; got new track shoes. (whoever stole my adidas, you're in trouble. Those were my favourite ones by FAR. AND the were on SALE) Anyway, now I can go running (or jogging if you like) again! Really need to get fit. I guess I am, but can be improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having problems with my utopia report. Don't know what to write about! I mean, create a perfect world all by myself is virtually impossible. I'm trying my best, but my government, and basically the whole thing, cannot be perfect. Even with democracy, there's still a chance that the government might be corrupted right? Sigh. Original sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have to go, coming back Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bye&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/6167488844563437900-3279313278722305949?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/3279313278722305949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=3279313278722305949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3279313278722305949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/3279313278722305949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='the balance'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2499690897306962914</id><published>2008-06-06T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:31:28.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A simple plan to make a dream come true:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who = humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what = best life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where = globally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why = self destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when = future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how = knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make an utopia&lt;br /&gt;to make a world&lt;br /&gt;to make a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world of perfection&lt;br /&gt;a world of no sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible&lt;br /&gt;or is it not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-2499690897306962914?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2499690897306962914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2499690897306962914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2499690897306962914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2499690897306962914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/or-not.html' title='or not'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7014914274169861399</id><published>2008-06-06T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:49:27.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check this out. I can take 19 five-year-olds in a fight! cool man! (It's at the bottom of the page)&lt;br /&gt;gulp. and my body could feed 13 cannibals....&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to put that here. Well, I am pleased to announce that I have finished all my math and bio holiday homework! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I feel the urge to play the piano. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's an interesting thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hardly seems worth it}&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/6167488844563437900-7014914274169861399?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7014914274169861399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7014914274169861399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7014914274169861399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7014914274169861399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahaha-check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-8470701654112087494</id><published>2008-06-05T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:29:26.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;feeling pretty good right now. spent my morning time well, and am alone at home. haha, yeah, the quiet, the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 4th of June. Janelle left on this very date last year. Wow, it's been a year. Well, I miss her lots. But glad to know she's doing well in Canada. Her birthday's coming up too...Sigh. Jan! I miss you so much! Wishing you could either come back, or WE COULD VISIT YOU! I remember the last time you came over for that sleepover, yah? And we went ice-skating and all... aww man! Children's' day, worship, church, my birthday...when you and faith surprised me, faith's birthday...another sleepover, when we watched "the bridge to terabithia, you and faith teared, and you guys forced me to finish my food (it really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a lot!).....soooo much more. Remember Ruth telling us to keep quiet at night, when we were whispering and giggling and stuff. Thanks for being such a great friend, Jan, love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after all that, I think I'd better get down to that bio project. sighs...&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/6167488844563437900-8470701654112087494?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/8470701654112087494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=8470701654112087494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8470701654112087494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/8470701654112087494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-year.html' title='it&apos;s been a year'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2431950369424729814</id><published>2008-06-03T16:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:25:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ask me what this is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Faith ask me to do this thing, so, Faith, I'm entertaining you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;   Be angry I guess. But I don't really know. Why do they always ask you this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2.If you can have a dream come true, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; according to my current situation and mood---be able to make my mum understand me, and her to quit jumping on me. Oh ya, privacy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3.What will your dream wedding be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;   Don't know. why should i plan now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4.What is the thing you feel like doing so tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    I feel like finishing all my homework super fast, get my track shoes and just runrunrun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5 .Your favourite colours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6 .Which is being blessed , loving somebody , or being loved ?&lt;br /&gt; loving somebody,but isn't that blessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7 . How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;     don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8 . If the person you secretly liked is already attached , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;  stop liking the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9 . Is there anything that make you unhappy these days ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;     YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10 . What do you want most in your life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        I don't know. I don't NEED anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11 . What is your favourite band ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        Hillsong, it's like the only one i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12 . How do you see yourself in 10 years' time ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;       hopefully taller and a lot less clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13 . Who is currently the most important person to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        Person? can't say right now. but i think i can consider God a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14 . How do you think of your mobile ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        What's a mobile? My handphone? Well, I like it and I think it's useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15 . If you were to do a quiz on your idol , how will i score ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        Sorry, I don't understand the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16 .What's the first thing you do every morning ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;       You know, I've never really noticed. I think it'd be checking the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;17 . Would you give all in a relationship ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        Friendship? I definitely try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18 . If you fall in love with 2 people at the same time , who will you pick ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        I don't know. I don't even think there'd be 2 people. I'll decide when I'm older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;19 . If you played a prank on someone , and he/she fell for the prank , what will you do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        Laugh and laugh. And be proud of myself. People rarely fall for anu of my tricks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;20 . What idol stuffs do you have ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        It should be idol STUFF. no "s". singular. Sorry. Anyway, I don't really have an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's over! and I'm not doing this again. it's time consuming. hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&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/6167488844563437900-2431950369424729814?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2431950369424729814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2431950369424729814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2431950369424729814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2431950369424729814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-ask-me-what-this-is.html' title='don&apos;t ask me what this is.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-7475694285202161815</id><published>2008-06-03T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:32:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, this is really funny. Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teacher: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;I got that from an email awhile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went with Kiran, Jun lei, Kai lin and Gwen to watch Prince Caspian, or Narnia 2 (weird, cause prince Caspian is the 4th book). BTW, have you read the book? It's a must. It's a sin not to read C.S. Lewis! His books are seriously very good. And they tell the story of how Christ died for us in a different way. Aslan sacrificing himself for Edmund and stuff, creating the world...And finally the last battle, my favourite book. Well, back to the movie...&lt;br /&gt;Jun lei and Kai couldn't stop talking about how good-looking they thought the Edmund guy was. And me, Kluski n Gwen were just stoning stoning stoning. Then we went to burger king to buy lunch. We sneaked it in. Yeah, I know, so not like me, --CRIMINAL!!! heh. well, the movie did follow the book pretty well. Except the scenes were all jumbled up. And they made Peter seem too arrogant, which in turn with Caspian (who really looked super evil, I don't blame the Narnians for wanting to kill him) and Susan made the whole movie seem like it was just these 3 teenagers trying to be grown-up and making lots of mistakes. I mean, they didn't storm the castle in the book! But the scenes were really clear, and the one-on-one combat between Peter and Miraz was very, very good. And Reepicheep is sooooo cute! The tail part! haha!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I did enjoy yesterday. And thanks guys for teaching me where cineleisure is, couldn't have got there without you :)&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/6167488844563437900-7475694285202161815?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/7475694285202161815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=7475694285202161815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7475694285202161815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/7475694285202161815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-this-is-really-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-636294074174508933</id><published>2008-06-01T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:07:56.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, i've gotten it kicked into my system</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got what kicked into my system?&lt;br /&gt; Well, the fact that the holidays are here. duh?&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, just gotten over this argument with my mum. With me being right, and she not admitting it. She just changed the subject so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abruptly&lt;/span&gt;. So, ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! HOLIDAYS ARE HERE PEOPLE! AND......&lt;br /&gt;SO IS THE HOMEWORK!!! (now you're even more excited right? Haha...joking)&lt;br /&gt;really, I have a lot of work to do, but it's managable I guess. ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH CAMP NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh I'm so happy man! I can't believe it. Last camp I was P5, and I had a fantastic time.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm staying with Faith, Ethel and Eunice! Woo hoo! Well, I guess you can tell that I'm basically really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened, and I really want to tell you all of it...but sorry, now no time. Brief history of yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;freaked out over David, made cards for WG, had worship practice, Luke's 1st birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yup, okay, really have to go.&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/6167488844563437900-636294074174508933?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/636294074174508933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=636294074174508933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/636294074174508933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/636294074174508933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-ive-gotten-it-kicked-into-my.html' title='finally, i&apos;ve gotten it kicked into my system'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-5002833753247089920</id><published>2008-05-25T19:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:25:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't nobody here but us chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is now officially my favourite song. well, okay, not really, but my favourite out of the choir concert songs. I'll type it out for you another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....I DID end up going for the Hillsong concert yesterday, and it was great and all, but it also left me a little sad. Cause some people weren't there to worship God, they were there for the music. When the band came out they cheered and all, and they jumped during the loud fast songs, but during the slower songs, they raised their hands too, but only cause everyone was. They were looking around, talking, laughing...with hands raised. The thing that was the saddest to me was when the message was over, and those who had received Christ were invited into this little space right in front of the stage, some people who were obviously not part of that group (they were laughing, screaming, on their handphones for the WHOLE message) screamed and screamed and screamed and ran up, to that little space. Well, later the "new christians" were asked to go to this room, and so all those people had to go too. Some tried to come back, so they wouldn't miss anything, but the ushers didn't let them. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was pretty cool. I went with Gwen, Nut, Belinda, Hazel, and Cheryl. We almost got lost, but my GREAT sense of direction got us out of the...lost place. HAHA NUT! SO THERE! I'M NOT AS BLUR AS YOU THINK I AM!!! Some of the songs they sang (@ least what I can remember):&lt;br /&gt;1. Take it all&lt;br /&gt;2. None but Jesus&lt;br /&gt;3. Mighty to Save&lt;br /&gt;4. HOSANNA!&lt;br /&gt;5. Break Free&lt;br /&gt;6. From the Inside Out&lt;br /&gt;7. The Stand&lt;br /&gt;8. (I think it was) My future Decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Had to leave early cause Belinda had to go back, and was giving her a lift, so I missed "solution", "one way".... few others....ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I found the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night farmer Brown was takin' the air&lt;br /&gt;Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care&lt;br /&gt;Down in the hen house something stirred&lt;br /&gt;When he shouted, 'Who's there?'&lt;br /&gt;This is what he heard  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There ain't nobody here but us chickens&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here at all&lt;br /&gt;So calm yourself and stop that fuss&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here but us&lt;br /&gt;We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in&lt;br /&gt;And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your&lt;br /&gt;chin&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here but us chickens&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here at all&lt;br /&gt;You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground&lt;br /&gt;Kicking up an awful dust&lt;br /&gt;We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in&lt;br /&gt;And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow is a busy day&lt;br /&gt;We got things to do, we got eggs to lay&lt;br /&gt;We got ground to dig and worms to scratch&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to&lt;br /&gt;hatch&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here at all&lt;br /&gt;So quiet yourself and stop that fuss&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody here but us&lt;br /&gt;Kindly point the gun the other way&lt;br /&gt;And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit&lt;br /&gt;the hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&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/6167488844563437900-5002833753247089920?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/5002833753247089920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=5002833753247089920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5002833753247089920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/5002833753247089920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/aint-nobody-here-but-us-chickens.html' title='ain&apos;t nobody here but us chickens'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-4974505822956962249</id><published>2008-05-22T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:31:35.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cow eat grass'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;be like a:&lt;br /&gt;cow eat grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what we learnt @ tuition yesterday. The passage was about how cows are no. 1 at saving the earth. Why? Well, it's because they eat on 4/5 of a blade of grass, allowing the other 1/5 to grow. One weird weird guy was playing with his phone, n lao shi saw, so she asked him what she had just said. Then he answered that she had been telling us that out of every 5 blades of grass, the cow eats 4. HAHA. we cracked up. and he got scolded. Lame, but SUPER FUNNY!!! I mean, how does the cow choose the 4? the JUICIEST?&lt;br /&gt;Then the passage, went on to talk about how we humans are the least nature-friendly beings. We pollute the earth and stuff. TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it ended with something like this: shen huo de dao li jui shi wo men yao xiang "niu chi cao"&lt;br /&gt;= life's meaning is that we must be like cow eat grass&lt;br /&gt;So there's my "lesson"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God man! I finished my e-learning on time! though I left the chinese compo for today (: heh I really don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my favourite word is ZENITH. it is so... ...perfect, you know? So original. Not sure how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.&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/6167488844563437900-4974505822956962249?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/4974505822956962249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=4974505822956962249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4974505822956962249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/4974505822956962249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-like-cow-eat-grass-thats-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-1987663586358568023</id><published>2008-05-19T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:10:06.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, for the love of PRIVACY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like being alone at times. just staring into space, doing nothing. (you might call that stoneing)&lt;br /&gt;just alone.&lt;br /&gt;the quiet&lt;br /&gt;the peace&lt;br /&gt;the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to imagine, think, and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but oh, for the love of it. I hardly get any.&lt;br /&gt;sure, maybe 2-5 min? But I need more than that to charge up my batteries.&lt;br /&gt;what would I give for a day to myself?&lt;br /&gt;no arguing sounds from the living room (my siblings), no constant calls to do housework, no noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it'd be heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-1987663586358568023?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/1987663586358568023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=1987663586358568023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1987663586358568023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/1987663586358568023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-for-love-of-privacy.html' title='oh, for the love of PRIVACY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-609975887240201905</id><published>2008-05-18T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:26:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions decisions decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;word are free*&lt;br /&gt;*terms and conditions apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lesson from JD today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quit or not to quit?-----french. I like languages, which is why I took up french. But now I'm having second thoughts. Not because it's challenging or anything, but because of TIME. french takes up a lot of time, precious time. Mondays and thursdays are french days. Monday is okay, i come home after school, rest/do work for about and hour and a half, then my mum sends me to french. But on thursdays, i nearly die. Firstly, thursdays are busy days--heavy school bag, heavy classes, many subjects...Also, there is choir on those days, and I have to leave early, and miss out on stuff. Lastly, my mum works on those days. So, after a heavy day at school, I have to go for choir, and then leave at like 3.45, then I take taxi to french, with my bags and stuff. And finally, on both days, I come home only at 7.30-45, and after eating dinner and stuff, have only about an hour for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decision I think I'll make:  Quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go or not to go?-----hillsong concert. I have the ticket, and I really really want to go. but WHY do I want to go? Are my priorities right? Sadly. no. I guess I just wanted to go cause all my friends were going, and the songs are great and all. Also, my friend who was supposed to get a ticket for Faith forgot. (no, Nut, it wasn't totally your fault, I guess I should have reminded you.) So I feel bad, and I don't think I'll enjoy it as much if Faith wasn't there. therefore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;decision I think I'll make: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I really can't make up my mind. still thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, did I mention I got full marks for geog test?? WHOOO HOO!!!&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/6167488844563437900-609975887240201905?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/609975887240201905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=609975887240201905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/609975887240201905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/609975887240201905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions decisions decisions'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-2395587960292392378</id><published>2008-05-14T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:12:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enrichment?? I think not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school has an enrichment and e-learning week---where there are no lesson, just enrichment modules and e-learning work.&lt;br /&gt;This...thing (sorry, i ran out of good vocab)...is supposed to allow us a "restful" week of "no lessons". No, I'm not criticising it, it's just that how can ANYTHING be relaxing or enjoyable when you have SO MUCH E-LEARNING HOMEWORK!!! Plus, tomorrow I have choir and french, which means that I have one whole afternoon less to do my work. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to look at more positive stuff, tonight I'm going for the Cedar choir concert, with most or maybe all of the sec 1 choir members. Pretty cool. Although, yes, I must admit, that I hated choir at first, I think my attitude towards it is much better now.Eventhough...I still REALLY miss netball. It's like I played it for 1 1/2 years--SCHOOL TEAM, loved it, then had to wait another 2 to play it again, and didn't. Not because I'm not good enough (hahaha) but well...those of you who know me well enough should know how much I'd do if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only if only if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____I__can_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;oh, this is something pretty lame. Kiran told it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time files like a bird&lt;br /&gt;fruit flies like banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about 40 seconds to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?&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/6167488844563437900-2395587960292392378?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/2395587960292392378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=2395587960292392378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2395587960292392378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/2395587960292392378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/enrichment-i-think-not.html' title='enrichment?? I think not'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167488844563437900.post-6453857555274175065</id><published>2008-05-07T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:34:41.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know those days that you're so tired that you go crazy...then get hyper. And, after everything, you come home and just want to plop down on your bed, exhausted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The kind where you don't feel like doing any work. At all. However, it's also a day when you have a LOT of homework, partly (or mostly) because you procrastinated. So, people, my thought for the day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "FIGHT PROCRASTINATION,YEAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (hey, who knows? I could be a philosopher some day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167488844563437900-6453857555274175065?l=thinknonsensical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/feeds/6453857555274175065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167488844563437900&amp;postID=6453857555274175065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6453857555274175065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167488844563437900/posts/default/6453857555274175065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinknonsensical.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-those-days-that-youre-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17560728514392358245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
