<?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-9836157</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:28:24.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>razorsharpkisses-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9836157.post-111789171718977582</id><published>2005-06-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:28:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagued-reality.diary-x.com"&gt;vagued-reality&lt;/a&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/9836157-111789171718977582?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111789171718977582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111789171718977582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111789171718977582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111789171718977582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/06/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111710944218562124</id><published>2005-05-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:10:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>random stuff. damn bored. help. -slams into wall-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the name April creates the urge to be creative and original, we point out that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, and tension or accidents to the head.&lt;br /&gt;Your name of April gives you the ability to be creative along practical lines of endeavour. Your ideas can be very original and inventive. You enjoy being with people in a social environment. Your personal appearance is important to you, for you desire to make a good impression on others. Your pleasant manner attracts people to you with their problems and you are capable of offering practical advice, though you may not follow such advice yourself. This name causes you to be somewhat too concerned with the personalities, problems, and activities of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la ya la. Smart aleck anaylsis. Damn. Go check yours &lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/cfm/your.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got really angry today and punched the wall until my knukles are bruised. yay. So fun. I love being sarcastic. I don't understand this fucking world. I refuse to cut. I prefer to vent my anger via violence. My knukles hurt just typing. Punching pillows don't give me much satisfation because its too soft. Argh. A punching bag would be better though. Buy me one? No. I prefer to punch that idiot who sparked the anger. That would be sweet. I need to vent my anger. Stupid things I did before catching up with me. The past eating me inside out. The evil loves feeding on my flesh. See me being scorned. Oh Lord, help me. I don't know what the hell I am writing. Some one give me a tight slap on my face so I can wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111710944218562124?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111710944218562124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111710944218562124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111710944218562124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111710944218562124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111659089501385685</id><published>2005-05-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:08:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Investiture.</title><content type='html'>Hi! Few reasons why I don't update as frequetly.&lt;br /&gt;1) Nobody reads. Boo. :(&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nah, above statment is false. I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;4) My life is boring. And telling you about my boring life would mean I would bore you to death too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! So anyways today had the Student Leaders' Investiture rehearsal thing. It was ok. Pretty boring/standard stuff. I'm getting my Student Councillor badge! Yay. Hopefully this would push me to work harder because I honestly do not really care about the student council. They don't really care if I'm there or not. And honestly they sometimes still treat the prefects+student councillors like different groups [supposed to be merged] I guess everyone is just used to it. I still prefer my NEA. Because its more fun! Hahahaha. Yay. Miss Tay says we're going to get our badges in Term 3. And I have to wear two badges? Oh gee. But its ok. Hmm. Miss Santha was talking to us after the whole rehearsal thing in the church about our attire, hair, blah blah. Then I was casually tucking my hair behind my ear when she said," April, its a bit too late to fix your hair is it?" -____- Oh gee. In front of everyone and You Huai was laughing. I just sank in my seat. So anyways, after the 'talk' or rather annoucements by dearest Miss Santha, we had to stay back to fold the programmes leaflets for tomorrow. And it was already 6.00. And we were supposed to end at 5.30. So we had to reluctantly stay back and fold fold FOLD! Lol. Nothing much left except Geraleine and Priscilla wanted to rape me on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111659089501385685?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111659089501385685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111659089501385685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111659089501385685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111659089501385685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/student-investiture.html' title='Student Investiture.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111607454477472881</id><published>2005-05-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:42:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;&lt;3 Shopping!!!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;&lt;3 Shopping!!!1eleventy!!shift+1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when shopping. And I'm happy. I forgot I was supposed to be pms-ing but thats good right? Daddy said it was a treat so I attacked 3 shops and bought ALOT of clothes mostly from Esprit. Shit. 3 shops only. Imagine if I attacked the whole of orchard road. LOL. That would be fun. If you give me a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Yay... Shopping is my remedy. I was kind of upset with the band but its only a small area of my problem. BUT WHO CARES... for now. I love shopping. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. Blah blah blah. Got to go. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111607454477472881?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111607454477472881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111607454477472881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111607454477472881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111607454477472881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-3-shopping.html' title='I &lt;&lt;3 Shopping!!!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111597338197954092</id><published>2005-05-13T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:37:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>Some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Those in bold and in brackets [ ] are my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthday 12 April:&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 12th day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. &lt;b&gt;[Hahaha. Riiiight.] &lt;/b&gt;There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude. &lt;b&gt;[tell me about it. my mum hates this attitude]&lt;/b&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. &lt;b&gt;[i don't believe this.]&lt;/b&gt; Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. [i don't believe this even more]&lt;/b&gt; You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. &lt;b&gt;[gagdojnoucahc uus. HUH??!!]&lt;/b&gt; You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. &lt;b&gt;[true. maybe]&lt;/b&gt;Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. &lt;b&gt;[hahaha. sometimes]&lt;/b&gt; You are affectionate and loving - but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;b&gt;[ DING DING DING DING! We have a winner!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to My Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. &lt;b&gt;[Yay. Correct!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. &lt;b&gt;[Check]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. &lt;b&gt;[ Wheeeeee! Agree. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. &lt;b&gt;[ Hmm... Maybe. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. &lt;b&gt;[ DING DING DING!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. &lt;b&gt;[ Hahaha. Yep. I'm a good girl, am I not?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. &lt;b&gt;[ I dunno. I'm not married. I'm only 14 anyways! ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. &lt;b&gt;[ Hmm. I'm only 14. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My... SEDUCTION STYLE?! ahahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast. &lt;b&gt;[ Hahahaha. If you say so. PFFFt.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality Type&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PerformerYou are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;br /&gt;[thats 90% true. I think]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Thats all. BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111597338197954092?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111597338197954092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111597338197954092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111597338197954092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111597338197954092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111597088940972401</id><published>2005-05-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:54:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmkay</title><content type='html'>First... Reply to tags! Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Glad you like the layout. =] I'll pray for your exams. x)&lt;br /&gt;Geraleine: Oh fine oh fine. S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria: YES!!! I'm a smart FLAMINGO. Am I not? Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;MLTR: Wheeee. Thanks! Green is niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette: Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Ok. Now thats done... To the post!&lt;br /&gt;This blogskin was actually a temporary one til I think of something better. But hey! Since you guys like it, then it stays. Wheeee. Green is a beautiful colour, yes? Thanks to those who congratulated me on science. 2 Truth highest was 95/100. Damn they're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got alot of re-linking to do... AGAIN. Rah. Hmm. Today had this learning styles thing. Boring. Could have slept at home. We got our reports on what was our best learning styles and it was based on the answers we gave in a questionaire a few months back. Its stupid that we only got our reports back &lt;b&gt;AFTER&lt;/b&gt; the exams. And not &lt;b&gt;BEFORE&lt;/b&gt; so we could have done our studying much easier. So apparently, I'm a tactile[need to write notes down] and a visual learner. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going shopping! Me and my mum. My mum and I. ((: Yay. Can't wait. Anyways, Got to go. TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111597088940972401?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111597088940972401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111597088940972401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111597088940972401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111597088940972401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/mmkay.html' title='Mmkay'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111588824286079404</id><published>2005-05-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:00:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARLOW</title><content type='html'>Hi! Exams are over!!! Now let the worrying begin. I needn't worry about my science results because they're already out. I got 82/100! Tied with Bertram and Walter. Pretty happy about that. At least my mum's finally satisfied. Smile I can't wait for saturaday. Going shopping! Shopping is fun, no? Lol. Got to go. Bye! Muarks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111588824286079404?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111588824286079404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111588824286079404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111588824286079404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111588824286079404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/05/harlow.html' title='HARLOW'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111477066700642619</id><published>2005-04-29T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:31:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKED UP</title><content type='html'>to vic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry I wasn't able to tag. My com's fucked up. Sms you soon yea? Or I'll call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I'm becoming more vulgar. Having more angst. And being more nonchalant. Oh man... this has got to change. Can't carry on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, today was fun. Except for the chinese paper. Guess it was ok. But I think I flunked the compo. Thus, failing Chinese. Never happened before. So that will be a new record to come. Ok, back to having fun. Was eating at macs with Geri and Jayne. Jayne left half way so Niki came to join us. Niki drank too much coke and he felt like puking. I really wanted to leave but Geraleine was stalking me. -looks at Geri- Inside joke. Sorry. So anyways, afterthat I was persuaded, or rather FORCED, by Geri to go to Popular and buy some stationary and Niki tagged along. Lol. It was so funny because Geri was holding on to my bag becos she was afraid i leave her behind with Niki. So after Geri got her stuff(which took REALLY long because of some, *ahem*, delays) we went to MUJI. There are SO many weird cultlery. And we were playing with everything and making fun of some... stuff were. We were also figuring out what the function of each... weird thingy was. Geraleine was blowing into this big cup and I was laughing because people are going to buy that and actually drink out from it. It was no wonder why they were giving a 10% discount. Sheesh... its just people like Geraleine. There was this really weird fork and I thought it was for digging your ear. And the bean bag chairs were fun! Geraleine and I were pretending we were at a tea party. And Niki was looking at us with the expression saying WTH? LOL. Geraleine got stuck in the bean bag. -__-" Wouldn't it be cool if we all had beanbags for chair in class and for the tables... who cares. Lets use computers! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't had that much fun in edges. We three already have plans for after mid-year. Whoopee do! Now, I got to go. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111477066700642619?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111477066700642619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111477066700642619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111477066700642619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111477066700642619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/fucked-up.html' title='FUCKED UP'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111426453758821286</id><published>2005-04-23T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:55:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphans</title><content type='html'>You know at this age crushes and friendships are some of the most important things right now? You know what is more heart-wrenching than hearkbreaks, rejection, broken friendships, lost friends or failing tests/exam? To me its seeing orphans. It just saddens me how they lost their parents so young... no proper family, no love... And here I am taking things for granted like simple things, example, a bed, shelter, food, education. Alot of stuff orphans don't have. I have a loving family, yet I complain. It breaks my heart to see the young orphans especially! No parents, no relatives... All left to fend for themselves. I was watching MVP2: Vertical Ape just now. About a ape knowing how to play hockey and he befriends this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orphan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That kind of story. All the orphan wanted was a loving family and this nice guy adopted him. I can't watch those shows about orphans or I'll be crying my eyes out. There was this movie I watched called "The Christmas Shoes" if I'm not wrong. This boy's mum was dying and he just wanted to buy her some nice dancing shoes for Christmas before she passed away. He did get the shoes to his mum and she wore them before she passed away. I just cried and cried after the show. Sigh... just the thought of it upsets me! Pffft. I just love little kids you know? I don't understand how some heartless people can abuse children or abandon them maybe even MURDER them. Argh. It just makes me soooo mad. Nothing you can do about it huh?&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, I'm just very soft about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111426453758821286?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111426453758821286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111426453758821286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111426453758821286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111426453758821286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/orphans.html' title='Orphans'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111415237783950143</id><published>2005-04-22T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:46:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founders day and fights at Mac</title><content type='html'>Yeuck. I have a sorethroat. That sucks. Ok, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Founder's Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I don't feel like going. It ends at like 10? And I'm serving food. Great. And since I'm going under student council, I have to work with them. I can't get along well with anyone at Student Council. I think I'm just anti-social. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agitation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I get REALLY agitated over small little things. Maybe not. Depends on my mood. But today the class was pissing me off during chinese period. A whole bunch of guys were throwing staples and paper balls around the class, not being able to shut up. And even Mavis and Cassandra joined in. No respect for the teacher at all. And Fabian was walking about like it was his house. Rah. I think I need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Immature fights at Mcdonalds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, me and Jayne were at Macs and there these immature sec 3 boys from our school throwing fries, chilli packets etc. EVERYWHERE. Making the poor old lady clean it up. Evil aren't they? And napkins were on the floor. They didn't even bother to pick it up. And guess what? They're boys from &lt;b&gt;Boys Brigade&lt;/b&gt;. Ain't saying that all boys from BB are bad only some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday's talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dharshini and I had to talk to the whole of Sec 3 on..&lt;b&gt;RECYCLING&lt;/b&gt;. Isn't that just the boriest subject? Lol. But I think we did ok. We of cos did fumbled a little. But thank God some of them still looked interested. Or they seemed like it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, got to go. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111415237783950143?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111415237783950143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111415237783950143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111415237783950143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111415237783950143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/founders-day-and-fights-at-mac.html' title='Founders day and fights at Mac'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111373816690077343</id><published>2005-04-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:42:46.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS JO.</title><content type='html'>Today had church. Bwhahaha. Usual stuff. I'm in a new group for Youth! Sherie's group! And she treated us all to ice cream. MWAHAHAHA. I miss Shao Kai's group. My Sherie's group also fun. And Jo aka Jolin made some pretty gifts for me. Yahoo. I feel so loved. &lt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/mirficus/sebluff.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/mirficus/april.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Seb one better. April is one cool cookie! LOL. Oookay Jolin.&lt;br /&gt;And since Jolin hates this layout so much because she doesn't like Adamn Brody I'm going to change it soon. -Hears Jolin shouts:Yes!- I think. My inspriational level for a layout is currently0%. Haha. Too bad Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111373816690077343?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111373816690077343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111373816690077343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111373816690077343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111373816690077343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/thanks-jo.html' title='THANKS JO.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111365543519821211</id><published>2005-04-16T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:43:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to thank some people for my birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla: &lt;b&gt; Bunny plushie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne: &lt;b&gt; Two keychains &lt;/b&gt; And they are green!!! WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Whats with people giving me so many soft toys? &lt;s&gt;Maybe its because I'm all fluffy and kiddish.&lt;/s&gt; [edit] Or maybe its because they don't know what to buy. Lol. [/edit] Oh well. I don't mind. I especially like those with animals. Victoria's getting me a lion! RAWR!!!! Lion's are just a majestic. Me like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Swing Girls's recently. Dad bought the pirated DVD. Shh... Quite good. Although I don't believe the girls could play so well in such a short time thus making it quite unrealistic but enjoyable to watch all the same. Lol. Have I told you how much I love the band? I love KCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, CCAs are on hold until Mid Years are over. I want to play my trombone! Maybe I should try the Euphonium. Euphonium, like Kenneth said, is a very unappreciated instrument in the band. I love the Euphonium. The sound is so much rounder than the trombone. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I got to go. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111365543519821211?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111365543519821211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111365543519821211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111365543519821211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111365543519821211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111347632187095065</id><published>2005-04-14T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:00:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>And for band no. 83, Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Secondary School got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces turned hot. People taking out their phones to sms the result. Me crying into the phone when I told Shane. Amy cried. Julia cried. Yes, we felt disappointed. Yes, we were upset. But at least we gave our shot. We went in, did our best. When we first started out we were definitely a C.O.P band. Everyone looked down on the band. One look and they go:" COP la. COP la." Well, now we got a bronze! And from here we'll slowly make our way to the top. We definitely will improve. A silver next SYF or maybe a Gold! What matter was that we enjoyed our music and entertained Mr Chong. Even when I'm gone from the school... The band will continue to rise. Must have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. Presents received from people on my birthday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraleine, Niki and You Huai: &lt;b&gt;Converse shoes!&lt;/b&gt; Sweet, no?&lt;br /&gt;Hwei Shyan: &lt;b&gt;Pink bear!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Joanna, Delphne: &lt;b&gt;A plush turtle!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertram: &lt;b&gt;Those white wrist thingy saying "Believe" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: &lt;b&gt;Frog thingy and a Mr Bean Bear keychain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman: &lt;b&gt;Jay Chou CD and chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalene: &lt;b&gt;Big Tigger Plushie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mum: &lt;b&gt;Ipod, belt, shoes, bag and bracelet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: &lt;b&gt;A birthday song. And loads of handshakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i left anyone out. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111347632187095065?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111347632187095065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111347632187095065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111347632187095065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111347632187095065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111322107648586541</id><published>2005-04-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:04:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; SYF is in two days!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days!&lt;br /&gt;Two Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all going too fast! I'm freaking out! How?! Nvm, God will give us His favour. We must have faith. The Almighty and Most High God will bless the band. I really hope we get a sliver.&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the first time I joined band. I thought it has fun. Just learn instrument, impress people. But... We have to practise for SYF. And it was really hard because I used to have alot of free time and now its like I don't have time for anything. Have to sacrifice alot. All the practises were tough and Mr Chong was ALWAYS screaming at us. I hated it at that time, so I always wondered at that point in time: Why did I join band again? Always getting screamed at and being threatened by Mr Chong and his shoe. Why do the seniors enjoy band so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand how they feel. You need to have that unity between each other. You need to have that special bond. Kind of hard to put down in words... you have to be in the band, to love the band, to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Shooting ice with my straw into Ignatius hair is damn funny. I get a kick out of doing it. Hahaha. I'm so mean. =x His reaction is like a girl with a cockroach in her hair. Actually, I haven't actually seen a girl with a cockroach in her hair but it sure looks like it! HAHA. Ok. Tomorrow is my birthday. And I frankly don't care. Because I'm more worried for SYF. Getting a Sliver would be the greatest birthday present. ((: I'm so afraid we get a COP or a Bronze. That would be really pathetic. Sigh... I guess a bronze won't be so bad... But I really want a Sliver. I imagined us getting a Sliver screaming away hugging each other, knowing our hardwork all paid off. I don't know.. What if we get a COP or Bronze. I'll probably cry but I'll try not to. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full dress tomorrow. Must give my all! We must give our all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onward, KCB!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111322107648586541?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111322107648586541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111322107648586541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111322107648586541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111322107648586541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf_11.html' title='SYF?!!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111296560938145279</id><published>2005-04-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:06:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF.</title><content type='html'>OMG. SYF is in 5 days!!! Today played for the principal and some other teachers and we were already nervous. I was actually sweating &lt;b&gt;in aircorn&lt;/b&gt; while playing Equinox. I think we're improving. Obviously not enough. Sigh.... Had full dress rehearsal today. Honestly the banana suit didn't look that bad. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we fighting so much? Everything is going downhill. You're even starting to use swear words on me. Like, WTF. You get pissed off over every small thing. Make mountains out of molehills. &lt;b&gt;WTF.&lt;/b&gt; I want the old you back. I know that you're suffering. Why can't you let me fucking help. Self hate? Thats crap. I don't believe you actually enjoy it. You take so much on yourself. The people don't appreciate what you do for them. I understand that because the same things happen to me. Thats why we &lt;b&gt;COULD&lt;/b&gt; relate. Now you won't fucking tell me anything. WHY? I want the past back. Nostalgia... Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band could always cheer me up. No matter how bad I felt. I'm so glad I joined band instead of GB. So I declare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE BAND. BAND SO FREAKING ROCKS!!! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta dah. So I gtg now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111296560938145279?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111296560938145279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111296560938145279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111296560938145279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111296560938145279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf.html' title='SYF.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111279510124543553</id><published>2005-04-06T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:45:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness</title><content type='html'>Fine fine. Here's the update for my loyal fan : Vic. aka SEXAY LION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to the post.&lt;br /&gt;Today after band was damn fun. We were singing :" I've got peace like the river in my soul. [IN MY SOUL]" on top of our voices on the way to the Mac at the interchange. WHEEE. And we sang praises to God. YAYYY. PRAISE THE LORD. Ok. Now I'm damn hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... SYF's in &lt;b&gt;1 WEEK'S TIME.&lt;/b&gt; -nervous- Sigh... we'll do our best.... we'll do our best...&lt;br /&gt; Nothing to blog about. Or rather I don't feel like blogging. lol. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111279510124543553?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111279510124543553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111279510124543553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111279510124543553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111279510124543553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/04/yayness.html' title='Yayness'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111184190939367504</id><published>2005-03-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:05:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to you too. ((: Hmm... I like to say one thing first... &lt;b&gt;People who think Victoria[my bestest best friend in this whole damn world] is lesbian is stupid. Either that or they are interested in her but she isn't into them so they make this kind of shit up.&lt;/b&gt; Victoria's senior thinks that Victoria's hitting on her. Thats the stupidest thing I have EVER heard because Vic's one of the most boy crazy girl I know. Hahahaha. No one bullies Vic except me. MUAHAHAHA. Kidding. Flame her and may you have noodles with sticky sauce as your hair[HAHA. then you'd have bad hair day EVERYDAY], broccoli sprout out from you ears and may you be as hairy as the hairest Gorilla in the world! Coincidently enough... some of that particular senior's friend call her Gorilla. LOL. Next, I'm be blogging on yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cycling until my butt and legs hurt. It was fun though! I almost died like 5 times. Went with my cousins and my sister to East Coast Park, rent some bikes and cycled. B-e-a-utiful day for cycling. Then played a game of Rounders or Grounders can't remember. Its something like Baseball. Then played frisbee. So we passed by this "themepark". Not exactly a themepark but they had really lame rides. So we saw bumper cars and decided to go for fun. And we ended up laughing and having alot of fun. The whole day generally was great. Then reality kicks in and I realised that I had band and tuition the next day. Ohhhh! Reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band band band! I think I'm starting to really enjoy it. Mr Cheong got really nasty today though. I couldn't blame him for feeling frustrated. We still play like crap and the attendance on somedays are really poor. SIGH. Its about two more weeks to SYF. And I'm anxious. Really anxious. I think we'll get a C.O.P. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;After band had tuition. Tuition was ok. I could have done alot better for my Maths common test though. Really really careless. What to do? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My mum cooked up a feast for dinner. Gees. Now I'm really full. Food was excellent though. Mum's a really good cook. ((: BURP. Oops? Got to go! Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111184190939367504?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111184190939367504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111184190939367504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111184190939367504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111184190939367504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111096725131795799</id><published>2005-03-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:00:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO YA</title><content type='html'>BITE ME!!! I got a new blogskin! The picture is nice but the rest of the layout doesn't seem to blend in. =/ Oh wells, lazy to change. I love &lt;a href"http://gettyimages.com"&gt;Gettyimages&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;&lt;3 Great source for pictures. Loads of artsy ones too! Lol. There's a student council camp tomorrow. I haven't packed yet. I don't feel like going. Kenneth and I are thinking about playing my trombone in the middle of the night... Waking up the whole neighbourhood and blasting the brains out of everyone. Hahaha. Yea right.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... The voice of Aaron Carter's lookalike Jesse Mccartney singing( or however you spell his last name)"Beautiful Soul" is playing on a certain person's blog... And also on so many others. I mean, &lt;b&gt;c'mon&lt;/b&gt;! That song is SOOO overplayed, over-sang... Sure its a sweet song at first, but it gets REALLY REALLY annoying after awhile just like " I Just Wanna Live" by Good Charlotte. Anyway, don't really have anything to blog about. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111096725131795799?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111096725131795799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111096725131795799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111096725131795799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111096725131795799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/boo-ya.html' title='BOO YA'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111080804825364931</id><published>2005-03-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:47:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL. how blogs can demoralise people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/xxtwisted/random8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Avatar gotten from: &lt;a href="http://fallapart.org/"&gt;Fallapart.Org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, the picture is damn funny. Lol. The blog. The perfect place to demoralise a person or even reduce the person to tears. Why so? Your blog can be accessed by EVERYONE who has a internet connection in their home or whereever they are. In so, a Blog is generally a 'weapon' to 'destroy' a person or perhaps just make that person hopping mad and the two parties start fighting. Its really funny and sometimes even I get myself involve in these kind of crap. Hahaha. And I end up laughing at myself. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had band. No difference, the usual shouting, screaming and the picking of the trombonists. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I need inspiration. Anybody can make me a new layout? I'm boring myself with the same old things I make everytime. :[ Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh the pain! I don't like sitting in front of the trumpets. They are EXTREMELY noisy and high pitched. My ear drums are going to break. I can feel my hearing detiorating already. There is always a constant humming in my ear. Maybe I AM going deaf! Oh no! Haha. Just kidding. Ow... I feel a headache coming on. Sheeesh. Bye! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111080804825364931?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111080804825364931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111080804825364931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111080804825364931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111080804825364931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/lol-how-blogs-can-demoralise-people.html' title='LOL. how blogs can demoralise people.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111071761615143565</id><published>2005-03-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:40:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappiness is in the air</title><content type='html'>OH PUR-LEASE. Can I just get it off my chest? Why do teenagers nowadays keep thinking their infatuation or crush even for one person of the opposite sex is LOVE? I mean, you are so young! The only love you experience at this age is your parent's, sibling's and God's love. Its absolutely hilarious. I read this letter posted in this newspaper about a &lt;b&gt;13 year old&lt;/b&gt; guy writing in for advice that he likes this girl but she doesn't even notice him and he's afraid of losing her. Sounds absolutely ridiculous! He has never even had her before. Besides, its only a crush. Feelings at this age CHANGE. Its atrocious that girls and guys on their blogs/friendster/whatever not, call their steads 'Dear' like they are both going to get married soon. Its revolving. I don't see why you have to be so desperate to have a boyfriend/girlfriend at this age. There are so many other things. I however made that mistake when I was still a stupid kid who thought that having a boyfriend was the most important in the world and have changed that mindset through a experience I would never forget and also I hope the others will slap themselves and face reality. You have a stead now what makes you so sure you are going to be with them forever. Love is patient and caring. Love is for waiting for someone. If you think that you love someone and then you later on have feeling for someone else thats probably infatuation. I don't understand why people have to type like this like&lt;br /&gt;for is changed to fur&lt;br /&gt;have becomes habb&lt;br /&gt;ever is eva&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you if you type like this. I just hate it when you type like that. There is a difference in the sentences. Get that straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111071761615143565?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111071761615143565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111071761615143565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111071761615143565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111071761615143565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/crappiness-is-in-air.html' title='crappiness is in the air'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111070651761281075</id><published>2005-03-13T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:35:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAOMI'S A INSIGNIFICANT LAMA!</title><content type='html'>Hiya! Back again. From youth. Had fun. And Naomi the usually sensible sarcastic girl has gone mad after eating a bar of kit kat and some dinosaur shaped naturally coloured gummy that tastes like rubber. She kept singing, KELLY IS A DINOSAUR SITTING ON A TREE [something something something. i couldn't make out what the hell she was saying.], on the top of her lungs. Something is wrong with that girl. I think its the sugar. Sugar makes you hyperactive right?&lt;br /&gt;So today at youth learnt a few stuff. The girls and guys were seperated into two groups because they were going to touch on something sensitive. You guessed it. Sexuality and Purity. It was quite interesting and Auntie Pek Hia kept saying that man were easily aroused so don't dress so indecently and that if a naked woman was to stand in front of her she wouldn't be aroused but men will, etc etc. HAHAHA. You had to be there to understand. Yes, we learnt to love our body and not be tempted. After youth got a lift from Shane's Dad. And they changed their car to red! Red is soooo nice. Hahaha. And its bigger. Shane's sister, Nicole, is one super active kid. Sheeesh. She keeps jumping about and running her and there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next topic:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you JUST hate it when people tyP3 iK3 ds? I dunno why they like to type like that. Its both irritating and a big headache. I don't need people increasing my eye degrees already.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get when people type like diiiis or like this: lolXxXxX or loLzZzZz with the excessive xXxXxX and ZzZzZz and whatever not. One is enough like:Lolx. EXTREMELY annoying and also pEoPle wHo tYpE lIkE tHiS. Psssh. Btw, I say I don't like it when people type like the above examples. NOT the people themselves. Get that straight. Muahahaha. Ok. Got to go. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111070651761281075?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111070651761281075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111070651761281075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111070651761281075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111070651761281075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/naomis-insignificant-lama.html' title='NAOMI&apos;S A INSIGNIFICANT LAMA!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111068290527827946</id><published>2005-03-13T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:08:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha! i shall win in the end.</title><content type='html'>HELLO! Long time no update! ((: New blogskin. Duh. Results for common test so far[ nothing speticular. my results dropped dramatically]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- 18/25 &lt;b&gt;B3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;61/25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;B4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;---- WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography- 34/50 &lt;b&gt;B3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science- 32.5/40 &lt;b&gt;A1&lt;/b&gt; &lt;---- My best result so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature- 35/50 &lt;b&gt;A2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths- 27.5/50 &lt;b&gt;B3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;---- Missed &lt;b&gt;A2&lt;/b&gt; by half mark!&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;t- 27/50 &lt;b&gt;B3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;--- i SUPRISINGLY passed! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only History paper yet to know. Oh well. My best subject is now my worse. Chinese is like crap. The teacher doesn't like my way of writing my compo. Sheesh. Damn it all. Life is stressful. VERY. Band, band, band and more band. My timetable for March Hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;b&gt;Band from 8.30am-4pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-&lt;b&gt;FREE! but probably used for homework.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-&lt;b&gt;Tuition from 1.30-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Sat-&lt;b&gt;3 day student council camp in school [overnight]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? There'll most probably be band on Saturday AFTER we break camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is totally dedicated to worship God. Maybe I'll just go for youth so that I can catch up on some sleep. I didn't have any proper sleep for the whole of this week. So I didn't go for the service today so that I can catch up on sleep. I'll go for the Youth however. I can't stand it not going to church especially Youth to worship God! Yay. Yep. Going off soon. Blog later on after I come home. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111068290527827946?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111068290527827946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111068290527827946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111068290527827946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111068290527827946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahaha-i-shall-win-in-end.html' title='Hahaha! i shall win in the end.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-111001588852595956</id><published>2005-03-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:24:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Somehow... I dunno how... My aunt PERSUADE me to go to ACS Barker to watch this play. My cousin studies there so obviously they have tickets. Yeuck. My aunt was like:" APRIL! How come you don't want to go? You can meet Ben's friend! Some very cute and handsome!" And I'm like... "WHAT?! Nah ah! I'm pulling my sisters along!" She's replied: "Well... There are only 1 ticket left. Cmon, its good experience and its only just this once. Don't let the ticket go to waste." So I said or rather mumbled a yes. SHEESH. I bet Victoria would want to go so she can go drool at the ACS guys. o(&gt;&lt;)o Hahahhahaha. ACS guys seemed kinda stuck up to me except my cousin. And what makes it worse is there'll probably be alot of pretty girls watching their BFs or something and i'm the ugly one. ARGGGH. Welcome to the horrible life of April. -starts singing Simple Plan's Welcome to My Life- What to do, what to do. Oh well. I have no idea why this is starting to bother me in the first place. :/ Got to go. CYA!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]BOO YA! I managed to get out of the concert thing. My cousin said that my aunt was scolding me in the bus. HAHAHA. And i didn't sneeze! That proves that when people scold you without your knowing you don't necessary sneeze! I always thought that it was a stupid supertistion. Like that time on the bus this girl asked to her friend whom she most probably was back stabbing/gossiping whatever you wanna call it about. So it when like this:&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Did you sneeze alot yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B(knowing Girl A was talking behind her back) said: Yea... I sneezed &lt;i&gt;alot&lt;/i&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Girl B was stressing the word 'alot' if this pissed off look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Pretty stupid if you ask me. Lots of these kind of stuff happens in school, in class and my own group of friends. All this pretending " Oh-look! I-hate-you-but-i-pretend-to-be-your-friend!". I got involved in this kind of fights before but now instead of trying to solve everything so that i won't lose friends  and take the blame on myself and not be happy.... I distance myself from them. And since some people don't appreciate frankness when i tell them i don't really like or trust them, I shall distance myself for them and hope they get the message. I rather have true friends then a million of 'friends' i don't like. Hahahah. Anyways... I was talking about the ACS barker concert right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my aunt I was really tired after band and tuition today and I SINCERELY was. It wouldn't be nice if I fell asleep during the play with drool running down the front and me snoring. Eww. Ain't a pretty sight. Especially that I'm ugly already myself. And I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself with all those people and disgrace my aunts and cousins right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore: I SHALL NOT GO TO THE PLAY AND DROOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good enough reason. I told that to my aunt and she was like:" Okok.... " Thank goodness she was laughing or my mum would have killed me. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I realised something. I admire people who write really well and use really pretty and bombastic words that sound so chim and i wish i was like that so i can sound smart which I'm not and thats why I want to be SMART. Everybody spell : S-M-A-R-T!  Yea right. Like I'll ever be. But I don't like it if people use the chim words so ever unnecessary like they have to replace EVERY word with a chim word that has similar meaning. Hahaha. That would sound so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-111001588852595956?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/111001588852595956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=111001588852595956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111001588852595956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/111001588852595956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/03/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110950161275001372</id><published>2005-02-27T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:53:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY. CELEBRATE! I GOT TOUCHED BY GOD.</title><content type='html'>Day: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Date:27 Feb 05&lt;br /&gt;Event: I ACCEPTED CHRIST AS MY PERSONAL SAVIOUR AND THE HOLY  SPIRIT AND WAS TOUCHED BY GOD. YAHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLOW. I'm happy happy happy. I was touched by God. Nothing like screaming and crying but I shaked uncontrollably and i couldn't stop myself. HAHAHA. Yay. During youth today, this speaker, God's man, from KL, came to speak to us about God. About how the Tsunami linked with God and spiritual warfare. And suprisingly, I didn't shut of half way. Thats a first. Lol. Then he asked us to stand up to pray for us and all those who have not accepted Jesus Christ. Then Auntie Pek Hia said to make room in case someone falls or something. There was like this first row and second row thing so whoever falls or collaspe would fall on empty space. So when Auntie Pek Hia arranged us in that manner and I was standing beside Shane and I said to him big eyed:" What does she mean by fall?!" Yes, I was VERY scared because I didn't know how it felt like. Then we started singing "Be Still" and praying and I started shaking. I opened my eyes and looked beside me. Samantha was speaking in tongues or something and Shane's right hand was shaking really really hard and when he held it still, his fingers were moving and shaking and he was swaying back and forth i thought he was going to fall. I was still shaking though. Felt like falling on my knees. After that session my knees felt really weak. Then Auntie Pek Hia and Uncle Ban Seng prayed for me and then I accpeted Jesus Christ. Yay. Hwei Shyan and Sherie cried and Eunice like me, kept shaking uncontrollably. It was scary actually. When I was shaking and praying it was like a sense of renewal washed over me and I was concentrating solely on God. First time. Because usually when I pray my mind wanders off to other things and I can't concentrate properly. And guess what? The DREADED cough I have had for a few weeks is GONE. God heard my prayers last night. (: Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110950161275001372?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110950161275001372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110950161275001372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110950161275001372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110950161275001372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay-celebrate-i-got-touched-by-god.html' title='YAY. CELEBRATE! I GOT TOUCHED BY GOD.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110933267427078084</id><published>2005-02-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:57:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>HARLOW. finally back. hahahaha. lots of people tell me i should update my blog... WHY DON'T YOU TAG?! Hahahaha. nvm. rarely anyone comes nowadays I guess. Who cares anyways. Update on life:&lt;br /&gt;-common test over. i think i failed everything. no lar. honestly i think i did quite well for most of subjects. but i confirm fail d&amp;t.&lt;br /&gt;-rumour has it that timothy cheated in the d&amp;amp;t common test! gasp! and he's a prefect-say it with a bit of spat-  .&lt;br /&gt;-rumour ALSO has it that samuel cheated during d&amp;t too! sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm going to be PHYSICALLY DRAINED until SYF in April.&lt;br /&gt;-i don't like Ms Cheok.&lt;br /&gt;-i love NE.&lt;br /&gt;-Nishantini fainted in class. [that was way scary. she actually laid motionless with her eyes opened wide and eyesball rolled upwards.]&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;-People are turning their back on me. At least I have Magdalene and Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to get a ipod. IF. A very BIG IF. IF... I do well for common test. PSSH.&lt;br /&gt;-I love God.&lt;br /&gt;-And my Redeemer, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait till Sunday to go church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S YOUR UPDATE! AND TAG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110933267427078084?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110933267427078084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110933267427078084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110933267427078084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110933267427078084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110812457726691998</id><published>2005-02-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:22:57.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>Today was like any oridinary school day just that I was grumpy. I think I might have pissed alot of people in class today. Oh well. I was in a much better mood after recess though. Hahahaha. No maths homework!!!!!!!!!!! -celebrates- I don't like Ms Cheong. And I think Hwei Shyan is pissed or fed up with me saying Valentines Day sucks and is a day for all lovesick fools and... and... ITS JUST LIKE ANY ORIDINARY DAY!!! Just that it has a NAME. Ah well. Hwei Shyan said it was actually a day for FRIENDSHIP. Now, how did THAT turn to love? Psssssssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school when around with Jayne around J8. Jayne is like my window shopping partner! Hahahaha. I love Jayne. In a friendly way. HAHAHA. Then went home. Fantasized about Sebastien from Simple Plan on the way home and then reached home draw crap pictures and tried my hand at abstract art and the result? A supposed to be a ballerina looked like some... some.... I dunno... THINGY. Then study, computer, study, homework. HAHAHA. Typical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! Oh!!!! GERALEINE HAS TICKETS TO THE SIMPLE PLAN CONCERT IN MARCH!!!! And she invited me, of cos I would have to pay her for the ticket and I COULD go... but... ITS ON A SCHOOL DAY!!! WTF! I can't see my Sebastien anymore!!!!!!!! Got really pissed becos of that. WHY A SCHOOL DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt today: Life IS unfair. No matter what they say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110812457726691998?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110812457726691998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110812457726691998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110812457726691998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110812457726691998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110795530717933954</id><published>2005-02-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:21:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I like to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; and I want my hong paos! - greedy- Secondly, I like to say that I finally saw the girl he was talking so much about, ok, his ex and he kept saying she was really really pretty and I thought she really was very very pretty like some supermodel then when I saw her picture, I was like, err... WTH? I'm not saying I'm very pretty or anything because I look like shit with a nose that looks like it doesn't even exist because its so flat, but, she was really not what I expected very very below what I expected. Oh well, maybe I over exaggerated in my imagination or something. Ho hum. No offence. She's prettier than me though, well, DUH. Lol. And she looks really really nice. Oh whee, I'm contradicting myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was CNY eve and the performance in school was ok... The Chinese Dance was really entertaining. So was Miss Alsagoff singing. Hahaha. Vanessa, Nurul and some others performed in this Malay Dance. We were screaming Vanessa's name then when everybody was quiet already Fabian shouted:" VANESSA!" really loud and he was like oops. LOL. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met alot of other ex tao nan nites when i when back yesterday and.. -yawn- i'm too tired to blog. haha. Bye... and give me my hong baos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110795530717933954?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110795530717933954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110795530717933954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110795530717933954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110795530717933954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='happy chinese new year?'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110777391944295521</id><published>2005-02-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:58:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april is a disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't as good as I thought because my dad was angry at me and practically ignored me the whole day, even when I tried to talk to him. I asked my mum what happen then she told me why my daddy was adding so cold towards me. The reason was... I shall not state it here. But I didn't know what I did was wrong. So I cried last night and then this morning again. Pfffffft. I prayed to God everything would be all right and I believe that He will make things ok again but it would probably take some time. So I said sorry to my dad and told him not to be angry anymore but I still think he is. Sigh... Sorry to everyone I was nasty to this morning. Now you know why. Haha. I guess I didn't feel well this morning was because I was very very upset. Was on the verge of tears a few times. Lol. First time I am EVER so depressed. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Anyway, bright side is, I learnt from my mistake and I shan't make the same one again.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmm. School was ok today, just that I was a little distracted. Ok... VERY distracted. But I got something to look forward to tomorrow! Going back to TNS. And we can wear casual clothes to school tmr. I dunno wad to wear lar.... Hmm... Oh well. I'll bring my camera, of cos! :)&lt;br /&gt;Got to go. Cya. Ciao. Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110777391944295521?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110777391944295521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110777391944295521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110777391944295521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110777391944295521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/april-is-disappointment.html' title='april is a disappointment.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110768566999811392</id><published>2005-02-06T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:27:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprained ankle. boo hoo.</title><content type='html'>I sprained my ankle. Sort of. Its not really serious but it hurts ALOT and its swelling. But its ok. God will heal me and I feel alot better cos A few people called me, some prayed for me, some messaged me. :) I still managed to put up the simple plan layout I did yesterday though! Its so pretty! I like this one ALOT. I didn't overdo it with brushes and i actually wrote the names of the members using my annoying mouse pad. (: &lt;b&gt;SEBASTIEN LEFEBVRE IS CUTE!&lt;/b&gt; So is David!! I forgot what David's last name was. Whoops. Inspired by my own brain and by Jolin and Kelly's non stop chattering about them in church. Jolin is really funny. I wish Geraleine and Hilary could meet her. They would love her. Hahaha. Serious. Even Shane and Eunice think so. I didn't go for Youth today because I had to do some last minute CNY shopping or my mum would complain. So thats when I sort of sprained my ankle while walking down the steps. I thought it wasn't serious so I carried on shopping. I didn't even realise my ankle was swelling until I got home. So now it hurts alot. On the bright side... I bought 1 black cargo pants, 1 new pair of jeans which came with this really pink and white striped belt, 3 t shirts! 1 hooded and long sleeved, one normal t shirt and one tank top. I am happy! And I even got some early work done to. I am a satisfied girl today! :) Thank the Lord I was still able to shop despite my ankle which strangely didn't seem to hurt while I was shopping. HAHAHA. Ah well. Wonder what will happen in school tmr when I go with my ankle. Maybe it would be healed by then! Lol. God does do wonders! Anyways... Got to go! BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110768566999811392?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110768566999811392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110768566999811392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110768566999811392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110768566999811392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/sprained-ankle-boo-hoo.html' title='sprained ankle. boo hoo.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110742791597511117</id><published>2005-02-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:51:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I know I haven't been updating... But no one visits my blog anymore. :( Nevermind. Been really busy and stuff. Chinese new year is coming too! So cool... Going back to TNS on CNY Eve... See vic, avelyn, leon etc! :)) Hmm... Can't wait. Don't really feel like blogging or anything... and a new blogskin is dued. ARGH. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110742791597511117?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110742791597511117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110742791597511117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110742791597511117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110742791597511117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110690896819428162</id><published>2005-01-28T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:42:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crucified.</title><content type='html'>Argh. I can't wait to go to church already. (: Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok. Alot of homework. And Miss D'cotta and Miss Tay's lesson was funny. Lazy type.&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed back in class for fun! The whole bunch of us were playing about prancing around!&lt;br /&gt;And I took alot of pictures! Shall post them up when I have the time. We drew alot of stuff on the board and Bertram wrote :" Bertram was molested by April!" And I was screaming away[not exactly lar] So I wrote:" April was molested by Bertram!" And then we were laughing away when Ms Cheok came in and both of us were like SHIT! Quickly wipe the board. Then laugh again. Ms Cheok came in to talk to some people concerning their maths, trying to help them improve or something. Bertram is funny in a spastic sense. He's kind sadistic, I just realised. HAHA. Jayne wrote in BIG BIG words on the board to remember her birthday. So I took a picture of that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Did I mention about this Guardian Angel thingy in class? Its like each person has a Angel to take care of and they are suppose to encourage the person by sending notes, book marks... even chocolate and sweets! Its all random pick so you can't choose who is your Angel and your Angel doesn't know who you are until Valentine's day where ALL is revealed! Everybody is a Angel and has his/her own Guardian Angel they don't know about. I wonder who's mine! He/she already sent me something and my mouth hurt from smiling. Yea. This Guardian Angel thing is really cool. And my angel is ________ . Not telling! My lips are sealed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg... So.. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110690896819428162?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110690896819428162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110690896819428162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110690896819428162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110690896819428162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/crucified.html' title='crucified.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110674542980063993</id><published>2005-01-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:17:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MY OLD TROMBONE</title><content type='html'>Today was any normal day. With Ms Cheock[sp?] given LOADS of homework AS USUAL. Boring chinese lesson that i almost slept again... yada yada. And guess what? I got full marks for maths class test! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had band also. I got a new trombone. Just came in today. At first I was really excited about it... &lt;b&gt;BUT... I DAMN BLOODY WELL PREFER MY OLD TROMBONE. &lt;/b&gt;Just when I could pitch at the accurate damn high note, MR CHEONG TOOK MY OLD TROMBONE AWAY!. Hmmph. He wouldn't let me have my old beautiful soulful trombone that has been through with me thru thick and thin for 1+ years. With so many beautiful and horrible memories. Sighhh... R.I.P Trombone 3. Mr Cheong won't let me have my old trombone back. WHY?! Ugh... Nevermind... nevermind... I try to play with the new one. And there is a Lit Test tomorrow :( Boo. Sniffles. Bye anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110674542980063993?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110674542980063993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110674542980063993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110674542980063993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110674542980063993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-my-old-trombone.html' title='I WANT MY OLD TROMBONE'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110666176973836386</id><published>2005-01-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:02:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school was boring.</title><content type='html'>School was &lt;s&gt;ok&lt;/s&gt; very boring today. I was so tired and sleepy. I slept a little during Chinese. Heck. Today had band also. Didn't feel like going but of cos... as Julia and Jayne has CONSTANLY drilled in my head... &lt;b&gt;COMMITMENT TO THE BAND.&lt;/b&gt; So I did. Mr Cheong was ok today. At least he said trombone section was improving. The very few or maybe the one and only praise he has given us. &gt;&lt;" LOL. I shall appreciate it and try and improve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kwan showed my AWFUL drawing to everyone in class saying it was... expressive? Well, duh... it has to be... We were drawing emotions! And Samuel and I created the &lt;b&gt;EVIL &lt;s&gt;ARMED&lt;/s&gt; MARBLEMEN&lt;/b&gt;! Evil Marblemen sounds sooo much better then Evil Armed Marbleman. We created them during art which was, as boring as usual. I kinda miss Mrs Teo... Err... On second thought, maybeee not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually studied and revised my work today. LOL. Must do that everyday. Common tests are coming. And Fabian is evil. Speaking of Fabian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On this fateful day, 25 January 05, on a warm Tuesday, Andy Koh and Fabin Pang of class 2 Peace, 05 in Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Secondary has taken &lt;u&gt;Geraleine Yap&lt;/u&gt; , also from the same class, same year, and same school, from April Yap, And Hwei Shyan and Jayne Ang from the same class, same year, and same school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraleine talks more to Andy and Fabian now... And they follow pratically EVERYWHERE she goes. Except the toilet lar. Andy and Fabian are The BodyGuards of &lt;s&gt;Jellybean&lt;/s&gt; Geraleine Yap. No lar... Geraleine still talks alot to us... But its rather strange talking to her with The BodyGuards hanging around without Andy interupting.  And Samuel's been following her too. HAHA. Geraleine is becoming quite a attraction, aye? No surprise... She is so pretty and she say she isn't. I talked to Geraleine about The BodyGuards and she said:" Aiya! Next time just say 'I need to talk with Gera arh! You all go away first!' " HAHA. And I have a white hair. Booo. Gtg. BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110666176973836386?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110666176973836386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110666176973836386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110666176973836386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110666176973836386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-was-boring.html' title='school was boring.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110647839824461528</id><published>2005-01-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:06:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>church rocks! JESUS YOU ARE THE SAVIOUR OF MY SOUL.</title><content type='html'>Today was the BEST church worship I have been to so far. Youth was very fun. :)) Sang alot of songs. Too bad Geraleine and Felicia didn't come.  :(  And Auntie Carrie gave me lyrics to some songs so now I no need to write down my own. BUAHAHAHA. Bible study was ok la... Quite interesting I should say. BUT GERALEINE AND FELICIA DIDN'T COME. And I was the only girl with Darren, Shawn and Shane. Nevermind. Shane's sister Nicole came to join us for youth!!! Yay. She is sooo cute. Dunno why he can't stand her. Maybe because she is nicer to me than her own brother. BUAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Youth i was complaining that there was no one to accompany home and then she said:" Then you can follow us! My daddy can bring you home!" And then she when to use her brothers phone and call her dad who said he could fetch me home. YAY. Shane and Nicole parents are nice people. In the car Shane's Mum said something that was meant to be a joke and her husband didn't laugh. So she said:" I made a joke but you didn't laugh!" Then the whole family started 'laughing' [welll, it WAS fake laughter. they were being sarcastic.] It was funny lar. It doesn't sound funny but you had to be there to think it was funny. Or maybe I just laugh at the stupidest things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Eunice. She came halfway during Youth but she missed the sing song parts. :( But she gave me a big hug when she came. YAY. she is so sweet. Eunice is so sweet you can see ants crawling behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was fun!!! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore You. Hope of a life spend with You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Quoted from Here I am Worship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110647839824461528?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110647839824461528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110647839824461528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110647839824461528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110647839824461528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/church-rocks-jesus-you-are-saviour-of.html' title='church rocks! JESUS YOU ARE THE SAVIOUR OF MY SOUL.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110639997095501162</id><published>2005-01-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:19:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feed me those romance books.</title><content type='html'>I'm alone at home. With nobody but the computer. I've got homework to do, but I think I would do that later. Haha. That rhymed. I think I rather do my hw tmr. I'm not in a homeworkish mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling... Dunno. What is this queer mood. I had this REALLY weird dream about.... hmm... shan't  say. But it was REALLY weird and I dunno how it ever got into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about the past. Hmmmm. Now I'm going to be all weird and talk about a BOY I actually like. Right. Maybe not. I shall write it in my own physical lame boring diary. Well... not really boring. Muaahahahaha. Now I really feel like reading love stories. Pfffft. FEED ME THOSE LOVE/ROMANCE STORIES. I'm feeling sick. I thinking about..... dot dot dot and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GB girls are in camp.  :( No Geraleine and Hwei Shyan AND Vanessa Tan[happy or not, vt? don't complain. kidding. x) ]&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got church. FELICIA BETTER NOT DESERT ME. I don't feel like going for youth tomorrow. But felicia would kill me if i didn't go. Thats how evil she is. HAHAA. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely right now. That sucks. And Aqila thinks my sisters are GREAT. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! And she says she can live with them. No problem. AHHHH. She is MENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;But I think her sister is just the cutest thing. (: Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly forgot what to blog about. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WHAT IN THE PANTYHOSE IS LAC?!" Quoted from Aqila. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110639997095501162?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110639997095501162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110639997095501162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110639997095501162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110639997095501162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/feed-me-those-romance-books.html' title='feed me those romance books.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110638701513576516</id><published>2005-01-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:44:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride my bike.</title><content type='html'>Boo! Did I tell you guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT I CAN FINALLY RIDE A BICYCLE?&lt;br /&gt;RAHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt it yesterday at East Coast in less than 2 hours. Bwahahaha. I'm so happy and I thank and cousin and aunt for helping me overcoming my fear of falling on a bicycle and for teaching me how to ride a bicycle! :)) I love my aunt and cousin. Yesterday was damn fun and I was very tired. So I didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when for the Environment Champion training course thingy at the National Environment Agency building from 9am-4pm with Nisha and Dharshini. I expected it to be really boring... But it was quite fun! Next... We have to present what we learnt to the whole school. Eeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt, neck, arms and legs hurts from cycling. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110638701513576516?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110638701513576516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110638701513576516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110638701513576516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110638701513576516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-to-ride-my-bicycle-i-want-to.html' title='i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride my bike.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110614264216378789</id><published>2005-01-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:50:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today- blah blah.</title><content type='html'>Today was ok. Any normal day. Band was relaxed. Loads of homework as usual. Maths test tomorrow. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Today after school when to Subordinate Court, no, I didn't get sued[rightt. lame.], for NEA. Preeeety boring. At least we got to see the courts. A real hearing is NOTHING like those on TV. Its MUCH more borier and the whole case was kind of stupid. Ivan Teo was sitting infront of me then he said:" Ugh. I give up." Hahaha. The lawyer, I thought, seemed quite arrogant and I think the judge can't stand him too since the judge kept interupting him explaining to the defense in simple easy english because the defender, did not understand english well. Something like that. The lawyer was also not clear and precise with his words, unsure and blurry.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;My Plan? Below:&lt;br /&gt;During recess, cut down on sugary stuff. Only one packet of drink.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 fast food meal per week. [saves money too]&lt;br /&gt;Skip at least 100 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Lift dumbbells[5kg] 25 times or more.&lt;br /&gt;Eat more vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;NO INSTANT NOODLES.&lt;br /&gt;Swin or jog on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I really want to lose weight and I don't think I'm fit enough. Though I was first fat then thin then fat again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110614264216378789?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110614264216378789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110614264216378789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110614264216378789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110614264216378789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-blah-blah.html' title='Today- blah blah.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110596220857231633</id><published>2005-01-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:58:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah. the world is ending.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm feeling rather pssssh. Hmmm... Psssh? What does that mean? I have no idea. I just feel... Psssh! right. Brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My &lt;s&gt;maid&lt;/s&gt; Timah Jie Jie has gone back to her homeland for 2 weeks!!! AHH. I'm going to miss her like shyt. She is PRATICALLY family. She's going to see to her wedding arrangement... :( Then going away during June... Leaving us FOREVER. Life is cruel. God damn it. She doesn't even wanna get married. GRRR. So anyways. Nothing has been happening other than that sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My list of CURRENTLY Unfinished Buiniess.[ forever growing to the day i die.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Journal [ english]&lt;br /&gt;2. Newspaper Article. [ AHHH. crappiness. english too]&lt;br /&gt;3. NEA Recycling Project [ ahhhh.nooo.theworldiscomingtoanend!!!]&lt;br /&gt;4. IPW [ theworldiscomingtoanearerend]&lt;br /&gt;5. PHOTO THINGY FOR CIVIL DEFENCE THAT THE WHOLE CLASS TOTALLY FORGOT! [theworldhasended?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5? I just remembered about it. Hahaha. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED] Andy just asked me a question that got me wondering:&lt;br /&gt;"Would you rather be lied to and be together or be told the truth but it meaning the end of?"&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. After what happened I say to be lied to. The truth BLOODY HURTS and has left me tramatised. PAH. Thats why I now I have brain damage. Lol. I get easily distracted! Hey look! A bird! Right. Said I destroyed 1/2 of his life. PAH. Yea right. Anyways. I am trying hard not to hate him lar. Hatred is not good. Makes you depressed and angry. But I like being angry. But i like being happy better. DUH. RIght. I don't understand a single thing I just typed. (: Ah wells. Ciao. [/EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110596220857231633?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110596220857231633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110596220857231633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110596220857231633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110596220857231633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/blah-world-is-ending.html' title='blah. the world is ending.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110588114406070632</id><published>2005-01-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:12:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edusave presentation was boring.</title><content type='html'>Today when for the Edusave Presentation in Balestier ITE for my edusave scholarship award. One word to describe. SUPER BORING. They should just have it in school. That would save a whole lot of time and I would be able to go to church. Pssssht. But at least I got my 300 bucks. Muahahahaha. Dunno what to do with it. I wanted to use the money for a X box[ plus some of my own money of cos] but my mum said no. ARGHH. Its not like she's paying. Then while I was ranting my head off on what to do with the money, my dad said:" Aren't you going to donate some of it to the Tsunami victims?" Then is hit me like a truck. I was a self centered, assholic idiot. Why didn't think for the less fortunate and instead think of only myself? Argh. So I decided I wold donate about 50 bucks to the more needy. Put in the bank $100 and most probably use the rest? or just save it. Hahaha. Saving is good. Hmm. I must be more caring and considerate to other people. My new resolution since its not too late to change. Right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane is saying Sinagpore is gonna win the finals for soccer. But I think the Indonesians should win since after the tsunami they need something to be happy about. Lol. But who wins, wins and who loses, loses. All fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes! and a new jacket. One pair of shoes from nike! green and white. Yay. And a pair of school shoes. Jacket from Fox Woman. THE JACKET I JUST REALISED LOOKS LIKE HWEI SHYAN'S! Ugh. But nvm. Hers has a red and white stripe and mine stripes are both white. so... HAHAHA. I should have bought the blue and white one. Ah well. I still got a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110588114406070632?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110588114406070632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110588114406070632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110588114406070632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110588114406070632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/edusave-presentation-was-boring.html' title='edusave presentation was boring.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110561405161152046</id><published>2005-01-13T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:00:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band still rocks</title><content type='html'>I think I'm starting to really really &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love band now. Maybe. But I still will dread some band practises though, i mean its normal. Hahaha. Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;Shane and Hwei Shyan said I'm more lively these days. And more crazy. Righttt. I'm just high. That will die away soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Today school was ok. Normal routine... Just that no trombone sectionals today with Mr Cheong. :( I was kind of looking forward to it to be honest. I want to improve. But i think if there were sectionals today I wouldn't be able to finish my homework. Really got loads of homework to do these days. And guess what? 2 Truth doesn't even have one. We have the same english teacher BUT she doesn't even gives them homework and she gives us alot. Biased? Maybe. I don't quite like her though. I don't know why... But I thought Mrs Loh lesson was quite interesting lar. Hahaha. Maybe I'm biased because I love Literature? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I still like Miss Santha the best for a history teacher. But Miss Rosniati is cool too.&lt;br /&gt;During science lesson... Miss Tay didn't come so there was a relief teacher to teach us. So while we were doing the worksheets given out, we were using our fingers to make these puppets. You get what I mean? Like using your fingers to make a shadow dog or something? Nicholas kept making me laugh till my sides really hurt. He also said to me while I was laughing that laughing too much would make you go to the toilet more and laughing would make you gain weight. HAHA. What kind of logic is that. I think you lose calories while laughing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, let me introduce my two juniors that I have taken under my wings for the trombone section.&lt;br /&gt;Sherman and Maggie!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Felicia wanted to play percussion. :( But nevermind! She's still in band and I still see her everyday. She's a really sweet girl. And she told nice things to her friends about me. Now her friend all know me. Hahaha. Btw... Not that church Felicia. HAHAHA. Church Felicia is my BIG BIG CRUSH. Kidding. I'm not lesbian. Maggie is a nice girl too. She learns really fast. (: She can play Do and So already while I was probably still blowing air into the trombone with no sound coming out making really weird noises when I was at that stage. Sherman is great too. Just that he can't hold his breath long enough. But he will soon I bet. :)) Anyways... Gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110561405161152046?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110561405161152046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110561405161152046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110561405161152046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110561405161152046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/band-still-rocks.html' title='Band still rocks'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110544777662110144</id><published>2005-01-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:49:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>That stupid asshole had to ruin part of my night. I'm ALWAYS wrong huh? No matter what. What the hell does the speaker thing has to do with me. I don't see why he doesn't notice that I was trying to put up with the other idiot. I don't admit MY mistake? Sometimes, i admit. &lt;b&gt;SEE. I AM ADMITTING MY MISTAKE NOW. I AM ADMITTING I AM WRONG. I ADMITTED I WAS SELFISH. I ADMMITTED I WAS ARROGANT. I ADMITTED I WAS PROUD. I ADMMITED I WAS FUCKING WRONG.&lt;/b&gt; That guy isn't Timothy. Bloody hell. He can go to the other group for all I fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110544777662110144?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110544777662110144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110544777662110144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110544777662110144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110544777662110144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110544581745309590</id><published>2005-01-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:42:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND REALLY ROCKS</title><content type='html'>I cried in the hall today in front of everyone. Lets not talk about it. That part of the day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Buttttt........ BAND TOTALLY FRIGGIN ROCKS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE GOT OUR HAND RANKS TODAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. And the juniors are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Sherman and Felicia are mine!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today Band rocked.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Band rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110544581745309590?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110544581745309590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110544581745309590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110544581745309590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110544581745309590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/band-really-rocks.html' title='BAND REALLY ROCKS'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110535880957201735</id><published>2005-01-10T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:06:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>student council.</title><content type='html'>Today, ladies and gentlemens, I embarrssed my pathetic self infront of Sec 3s and Sec 4s of the student council.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first student council meeting and I don't know more than half the people there. I and Theo were the only Sec 2s. And I was to explain what NE was and talk about the Recycling Project which I dunno what is happening BECOS Nishantini was in charge. And I kept stumbling. And they keep asking me to talk louder and Miss Amy was like:" Ok, she's a Sec2 one of the youngest of this group and she still has alot to learn. So she's still very young. MUST ENCOURAGE HER!!!" I was like, oh no. And they asked me a whole lot of question. THEO DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING. Miss Amy kept calling me up. GRR. I shall now chop my head off and make curry out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Today was ULBER boring. Chinese i was passing notes to Vanessa. And I think the teacher saw us. Hahaha. I was almost going to sleep during history too.&lt;br /&gt;Pffft. That should be all. I'm going to call Kumar now... or maybe at 8.15. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110535880957201735?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110535880957201735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110535880957201735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110535880957201735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110535880957201735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/student-council.html' title='student council.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110518473530825203</id><published>2005-01-08T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:45:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up!</title><content type='html'>BOO. Me again. Getting mood swings. grr. I wanted to post this tmr but I was afriad I'd forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're always so right&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big show&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;What everyone needs&lt;br /&gt;You always take time&lt;br /&gt;To criticize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyday&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;You never ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all a big lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think you're special&lt;br /&gt;But I know and I know and I know&lt;br /&gt;and we know&lt;br /&gt;That you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always there to point out my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And shove them in my face&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;(shut up, shut up, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;(shut up, shut up, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me who I should be (Don't tell me who I should be)&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to tell me what's right for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I should do&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste my time&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Simple Plan, Shut Up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rhytem isn't that good. But the lyrics totally suits _____ . See. I didn't put that persons name so, dude, you can't accuse me. You should know yourself. Think you're so great. I have been trying to put up with your absolute childishness and guess what? My patience is wearing thin. Its like thin ice that would crack if you were to put one small toe on it. Fancy saying you didn't have the old scripts when they were in your bag so that we had to use YOURS. Wait. It isn't YOUR script. It was what we exactly did but we didn't write it down. So technically... It was the 3 of our script. Always twisting stories to make you seem right and making you seem so incredible. Whatever. Stop acting and be YOURSELF for once. If thats the way you really are... I have nothing to say but try to change, repent. My patience is wearing thin. As thin as ice. Don't make me crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110518473530825203?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110518473530825203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110518473530825203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110518473530825203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110518473530825203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/shut-up.html' title='Shut Up!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110518210266873258</id><published>2005-01-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:01:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WADEVER.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Me is moody.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had to go to the Singapore Conference Hall for band. The concert hall is scary. You can hear every note crystal clear. One wrong note and you're done for.   :(&lt;br /&gt;After the practise had tuition. Tuition ended surprisingly early.   :)&lt;br /&gt;Over all. Today was so-so. Or maybe 70% bad 30% good. But I shall concentrate on the good side. Must be opimistic.&lt;br /&gt;At least I have something to look forward to tomorrow... Church! See Kelly, Jeslin, Eunice, Felicia, and Geraleine one day earlier. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Short post today. Muhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110518210266873258?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110518210266873258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110518210266873258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110518210266873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110518210266873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/wadever.html' title='WADEVER.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110509114073963710</id><published>2005-01-07T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:45:40.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEC 1 CCA ORIENTATIONNNNN.</title><content type='html'>HARLOWS! Today was the Sec 1 CCA Orientation. And we got &lt;b&gt; 40 something&lt;/b&gt; new recruits! ((: Big smiley face. I manage to only recruit about 3-5 Sec 1s... But nevermind! We reached our target. All we have to do is to keep them in band.&lt;br /&gt;There was this Sec 1 boy from 1 Peace which I recruited and he is so cute! Hahaha. As in nerd cute. And he was like:" Hmm... Band seems interesting. What time is band? Is band fun?" While I was persuading him to join band this NPCC Cadet -ahem- by the name of Shane Goh Ghee Gin. Tried to grab him away. And he was saying:" Is she bullying you? Is she bullying you?" Evil. And Sherman[ that was the boy's name] was saying:" No... no..." Buhahahaha. So cute. I call everything cute. Riiight.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... The NPCC people esp Bertram likes to steal my potential recruits. Pffffft. Nevermind. We must all live in harmony and end up not standing each other and shouting countless of mindless insults at each other. Uh huh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the CME Project skit thingy day. We were to perform our skit first for the class then the form teacher would pick one which will then perform for the sec 2s to see. After that the top 3 were to perform in front of the whole school. My group represented our class. ((: But we were not the top 3.  :(( Nevermind. The top 3 were very good anyways. Esp 2 truth and 2grace class. And some pretty ugly things happened today too. But I shall not write it here in case someone accuses me.&lt;br /&gt;Now my throat hurts from all the recruiting. Lol. Gtg. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110509114073963710?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110509114073963710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110509114073963710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110509114073963710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110509114073963710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/sec-1-cca-orientationnnnn.html' title='SEC 1 CCA ORIENTATIONNNNN.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110500816586337664</id><published>2005-01-06T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:42:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Only after a few days of school and I feel like dying. CME projects, IPW projects, Band meetings and practises, NE projects and some other issues I don't feel like talking about. I'm tired, sleepy and stressed. I have NEVER been so stressed in my entire live. Not even PSLE. I am pratically faint with fatigue everytime I come back from home. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is PRATICALLY the best day of my week YET. I actually didn't have anything on after school. No band meetings up to 6+ and reaching home only after 7 leaving VERY little time for myself. No tuition. No nothing. Only having lunch with friends and then walking around playing a fool before going home to read, play the piano, computer whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, I helped Geraleine polished her GB boots. Samuel helped too. Samuel is actually very nice to us despite us teasing him. Even though he can be annoying at times. Now I feel mean. Then after that, Hwei Shyan, Geri, Jayne, Samuel and I when to Mcdonalds to eat. The twisted fries were actually very nice. And very addictive. Then after that, we walked around J8. Lol. Bought sweets too. And played a fool. (: I saw this bracelet at 77th Street costing at 4.90 and I am VERY tempted to buy. I'm a fool for bracelets. I dunno if I should get the puzzle pieces one or a other design. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg. Mum is grumbling and is getting on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110500816586337664?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110500816586337664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110500816586337664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110500816586337664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110500816586337664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110475007369483957</id><published>2005-01-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:01:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first dayy.</title><content type='html'>Take it back, take it all back now&lt;br /&gt;The things I gave&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of my kiss on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I miss that now&lt;br /&gt;I can't try any harder than I do&lt;br /&gt;All the reasons I gave, excuses I made for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me empty and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me waiting and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, how I wanna feel something so real&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me, my love&lt;br /&gt;And take me back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so in love with what we were&lt;br /&gt;I'm not breathing, I'm suffocating without you&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me waiting and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me empty and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the dark and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin' that you'll walk right through my door&lt;br /&gt;It's then I know my heart is whole&lt;br /&gt;There's a million reasons why I cry&lt;br /&gt;Hold my covers tight and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me waiting and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;All the things left undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;Leave me empty and left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't fake&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hate&lt;br /&gt;But it's my heart that's about to break&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Watch me bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school. its ok... Form Teacher this new teacher called Mr Razali. She's strict yet nice I guess. English Teacher: New one also. Miss Dakota[sp?] I think all the guys might have a crush on her. Haha. She's really pretty. Bertram blushed when she talked to him. (: Bertram is the monitor. (: Vanessa is the assitant monitress through sabotage. I'm sitting beside Yee Heng. I guess he's not as bad lar... He is very funny actually.. Only problem is he doesn't speak much. Pffft. Tmr got band. I don't want to go. I think I have a ulcer. Hope it doesn't hurt when I play the instrument. Band is from 3.00-6.00 tmr. Nuts. I think they want us to die. By the time I reach home tmr it would be 7. NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see the whole class again. Geri, Hwei Shyan, Jayne and I are like one group now. Hahaha. Wait. Mag also. But she psl. So she didn't join us. I miss her! Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Kumar on the phone just now. He PSL also. I just realise he's very short. Nah. Kidding. Really tired. :( Slept only 5 hrs last night. Chinese was boring. I was nodding off to sleep. So was half the class. The whole class was really restless. And guess what? Tmr there is art! Whats so bad? BAND AND ART. I have to bring my art file AND my trombone. Anyways. Gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110475007369483957?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110475007369483957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110475007369483957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110475007369483957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110475007369483957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-dayy.html' title='first dayy.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110466249502811854</id><published>2005-01-02T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:41:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S STARTING NOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S STARTING!!!! NOOOOOO!!! BURN IT DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;pffft. I'm dreading school. I wouldn't dread as much school tmr if it didn't have band. Btw, I saw Mr Cheong today wearing blue t shirt and short with flip flops. Hahahaha. I hope he didn't see me. Anyways I have to drag my trombone to school because there is practise tmr. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was kind of fun. Actually only the part when we sang "One Way, Jesus" Hahaha. Everyone was jumping. One Way, Jesus is now stuck in my head and its play over and over. "One Way! Jesus! You're the only one that I can live for!" " You are the way, the truth and the light." Then something something something. Hahaha. I sat inbetween Felicia and Geraleine. Felicia is so cute. So is Geraleine. Lol. I must be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church went McDonalds. So fun. Talk alot to Kelly, Eunice, Aunt Carrie, Jeslin.. Geraleine also of cos. She and Eunice bought a Uni from McDonalds and Geraleine was talking to the Uni like:" You are soooo cute, rights? Unis are cute, rights? You are cuter than April, rights?" Right... Btw, Eunice is coming to Kuo Chuan!!!!!!! One more KCPian to add to the Hope Sanctuary Church. Johana, Joel[ or was it Johnathan?], John, Shane, Geraleine, Eunice and I! Johana and Joel already graduated so I guess they are ex kcpians. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to leave with Geraleine and go off cos my parents didn't let me stay for Youth Group. Sob. And get this. My parents called me when I was in MRT Train and they said I could go. HUH?! WTF. Pfft. Anyway while Geri and I were walking to the Orchard MRT station, we passed by these shops which window glass was misted up cos of the rain and aircon inside then we wrote on the window with our fingers thinks like:" Apr rocks more than Geri." "Geri rocks." "Geri was here." "Apr was here too." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the "Umbrella Incident". Ask Geri to tell it to you. Hmph. SHE IS EVIL. Kidding. Lol. Hmm... I don't feel like blogging anymore. Maybe Geraleine would blog about today so check her blog. BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110466249502811854?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110466249502811854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110466249502811854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110466249502811854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110466249502811854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2005/01/schools-starting-nooooo.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S STARTING NOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110455068585537368</id><published>2005-01-01T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:43:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala. happy new year my foot.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year my foot. This year for me is going to change ALOT. My maid for 10 yrs, ever since my sisters were born, is leaving us to get married. Sigh... I mean its great for her that she's getting married and starting a new chapter in her life but she is pratically &lt;b&gt;family.&lt;/b&gt; I think I'd miss her when she's gone. No one to joke around with, no one to complain to, no one to... alot of stuff lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around June... something big is going to happen in my life. AND ITS GONNA SUCK. I can't say it here cos my parents told me not to tell anyone yet.... But they lied to me. They said we were going at the end of the year. Not June! i haven't accomplish want I want to accomplish in KCPSS. I haven't done what I want to do. And they said I have one year to accomplish what I want to accomplish and do what I still haven't done and now I only have half a year. That sucks. I don't want to go. I want to STAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to happen to me? Now I can only hope that time goes slow and God helps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, school's starting and I'm going to see all my classmates again. And I'm FINALLY able to go to church tmr[after food poisoning, diarhea&lt;sup&gt;sp?&lt;/sup&gt;]! Yay. Felicia said I had to go or she will hunt me down. She's scary like that. Hahahaha. Felicia loves SpongeBob and I love Patrick. Yep yep. Can't wait to see Eunice, Kelly, Jeslin, Felicia,[edit]Geraleine[/edit].... Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping... for new clothes... I shall drag my mum along. Hahaha. Somebody care to donate 200 bucks to me? I want to go on a shopping spree. But no money. Lol. Yes, I'm being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank champagne last night. About... hmm.... not sure how much I drank. Not too much of cos, since I didn't get drunk. Hahaha. Pfffff. BURP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nothing else to blog except my dad defeated me 5 times at table soccer. That sucks. Lol. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110455068585537368?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110455068585537368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110455068585537368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110455068585537368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110455068585537368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2004/12/lalala-happy-new-year-my-foot.html' title='lalala. happy new year my foot.'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110447465404660157</id><published>2004-12-31T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:30:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELEASE!</title><content type='html'>HI! This is my new blog! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to release my new blog on New Years Day... BUT I realised that geraleine is realising her new blog on that day too. So if I were to release my new blog on the same day as SHE, she would most probably accuse me of copying her. And to avoid conflicts... I shan't release my blog on that day so I'd release it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really bad &lt;s&gt;speler&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;speeler&lt;/s&gt;, speller! No, seriously. I keep getting words wrong. When I want to type or write "my", it somehow comes out as "but". And my "if" comes out as "with"! Arrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering... Who is original these days? And in school everybody wants to be original but.... how do you BE original? Everybody's wearing ankle socks and etc. And some people like certain bands and they don't allow people to like WHAT they like! Its ridiculus... Some people think whatever THEY like its like copyrighted, if somebody else likes the same stuff as them they say the somebody copied them. I mean... Does that even make sense? I have a friend who has this friend who kept talking about this certain group. So out of curiousity, my friend went to listen to this certain group and so happens to like it.  And that friend of hers said:" I thought you didn't listen to this group before, why you listen to it only now?*" And when my friend explains to her friend, her friend goes:" Yea right.*" Her friend is implying that my friend copied her! Does that honestly make sense to you?! Originality is rare now a days. I'm not saying I'm original but... you get what I mean. Toodles! And tag!&lt;br /&gt;*[&lt;b&gt;note:&lt;/b&gt; not actual conversation... just roughly cos I can't rmb what she said so the main thing is still there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110447465404660157?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110447465404660157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110447465404660157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110447465404660157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110447465404660157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2004/12/release.html' title='RELEASE!'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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-9836157.post-110432610390720176</id><published>2004-12-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:15:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARLOW</title><content type='html'>My blog for 2005!!! BUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9836157-110432610390720176?l=razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/feeds/110432610390720176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9836157&amp;postID=110432610390720176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110432610390720176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9836157/posts/default/110432610390720176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorsharpkisses-.blogspot.com/2004/12/harlow.html' title='HARLOW'/><author><name>[april]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784110972424820554</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>
