<?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-33852752</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know you'll be there</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-7739905916837137042</id><published>2009-03-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:50:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I’m back. These days have been cryful. like I cried on Friday and again on sat. seriously, crying is TIRING! but again you cry cause you can't control. but i would like to thank a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bandits (thank you for always encouraging and pushing each other on, listening to my complains over and over again. and definitely tolerating my grumbles and nonsense always. ok this might just be the only you'll ever see this. LOVE YOU ALL! Haha. Seriously, I can sometimes be the best listener and the best grumbler and the best dustbin. Because EVERYTHING just comes out. Still, THANKS! i know you all like your name to be mentioned. so here are the particular few, no ORDER HOR! NERICE, SARALYNN, LAURA, YIYUAN, SERENE, IZZATI, KEZIAH, SANDRA etc. and yes. Thanks Keziah for the morning calls, even though I really hate people to disturb my sleep, but i give you permission!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- JATAH (i might have never told you all before, but I’ve found happiness with you guys. you guys are always bringing joy and laughter into my life. thanks for being there for me, and making things work when band would drain me out. THANKS A LOT! Although the time we have together is really short, just lunches after recesses and everything repeats. but those times, are one of the times that really get me going through tough times like this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- 3S1 (seriously thanks a lot for doing many things on my behalf. e.g. SHEENA taking key, JANELL listening to my crap, EUGENIA for her laughter and weirdness, GUOJU and LUVINA for the random disturbance, EUNICE and WINNIE for my many nonsense like locking of class. and definitely the WHOLE CLASS for letting me breathe down your necks for forms after forms. THANKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- NUTS (even though recently we don't gather much, like everyone just seems to get really apart. i don't know if there's really a chance where we can get everyone back together just like those times. but no matter I'll be there, and we know each other will be there too. frankly speaking, your hi's and bye's are enough to brighten my day. it just warms my heart seriously. i don't know when i'll get to say this again. but THANKS! and NUTS FOREVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hmmm... lastly, reason for this post? i don't know. my days have been coming and going so quickly, I wonder when things are going to go and come too. It might just be me hallucinating or whatsoever. So far I’ve only told 2 people what’s really happening to me. Hmmm…. If there’s anyone that doesn’t know, I guess I’ll just be frank this time. I haven’t been in the best of health, but I did my best to always put a smile on my face because I know only then will less people worry for me, and eventually one day I might just forget about my own sickness or whatever you call. Just to let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My right part of my right thigh has been numb for 2 years or so, sorry if you touch and I get pissed suddenly, I didn’t mean it really. But that aside, I am flat footed and is under treatment currently. In the beginning, I thought it was just my sole, but again I’ve tried diff methods, it doesn’t work. Anyway, that point isn’t really important anymore. Recently, things have been for the worse. My right side of my body gets numb really often. E.g. My right leg gets numb just because I sit cross-legged for about 5 mins. Also, my fingers and hand becomes numb after I hold utensils and eat forget about 10 mins. And the last chest pain as though a person stabbed me was during marina barrage. So yeah. If I I get stroke halfway, please don’t be guilty or sad or whatsoever. I know what might happen but for now, nothing’s gonna affect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;2 aims in life now;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;SYF and STAY HEALTHY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7739905916837137042?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7739905916837137042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7739905916837137042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7739905916837137042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7739905916837137042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-0-7.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-8959039178061366651</id><published>2009-03-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:45:29.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BxNLJuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hXpQa7SSskg/s1600-h/P1030442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 668px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BxNLJuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hXpQa7SSskg/s400/P1030442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313462539383416546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YO! woots. finished my work finally. obviously not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, a big THANK YOU and SORRY to those who asked me why i was absent for paper on friday. "I'M ALIVE!" so hmm... relax. ok hmm... it began like that. i woke at at 6.05 and changed till 6.10 and that means I'M LATE by 10 mins. and as they say, friday the 13th. ok so. as usual, late means cab. so i thought that since even if i cab i would only take like at the most 30 mins. so i decided to walk to esso grab a drink and then flag for cabs. so the thing is I FLAGGED FOR HALF AN HOUR, so i got damn frantic, started praying and worshiping blah. BUT STILL NO CAB. ok so i was really late already. i left 5 mins school starts. GAHH! OH finally a cab came! so glad you know. so i thanked god! then it started traveling super slow but who cares, JUST GET ME TO SCHOOL! so travel travel, right in front of bukit batok nature park, the cab driver turned around and told me he HAS to drop me off and that i HAVE to wait for another cab and also that he's so sorry and that he won't charge me. ok so whatever, late already! jut get off and flag again! and for the next 15 mins NO cab. so i was crying and calling my mum, cause damn guilty and stuff. and i came up with a brilliant idea of how i shouldn't go to school so i convinced my mum. My mum was pissed off but then she realised there's no point in me going to school so she agreed. so i cross the bridge, took a bus home and slept. and that was when all the phones kept ringing. "ARE YOU OKAY A NOT!" "WHY YOU NEVER COME!" ok blah. and those who know "WAH YOU BEST!" hahha. ok anyway, it wasn't very interesting. i had to FALL SICK AND SEE DOCTOR. guess what. I DID! i pretended to have cough and did CATCH IT in the end. so yep got my mc, medicine for cough and inflammation. ok now here's a toast and praise to janeen. CAN BUY MC YOUR HEAD AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the story. by the way, I HATE TESTIMONIALS! ok and i shall post a picture. hmmm... some JATAH ones i guess? or vulgar one! haha. my panda.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BmQC23I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RC3o9vkkHt0/s1600-h/P1030443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BmQC23I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RC3o9vkkHt0/s400/P1030443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313462536442665842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BaeaMZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NGTgTvFUv7Q/s1600-h/P1030516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BaeaMZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NGTgTvFUv7Q/s400/P1030516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313462533281690002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02As-S5AI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yj1l3-PXgdg/s1600-h/P1030498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 667px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02As-S5AI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yj1l3-PXgdg/s400/P1030498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313462521067398146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, here's our models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb08N8H2lII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OP3kAfshQmk/s1600-h/P1030527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb08N8H2lII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OP3kAfshQmk/s400/P1030527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313469345542083714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-8959039178061366651?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8959039178061366651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=8959039178061366651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8959039178061366651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8959039178061366651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Sb02BxNLJuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hXpQa7SSskg/s72-c/P1030442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-2758559238725120700</id><published>2009-03-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:07:05.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! ok this is the i don't know after how long post. suddenly felt like posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'm going to die. SYF is in 2 weeks. i suppose its time for me to wake up. seriously being an SL isn't that easy. i miss those times where there would be a senior always screaming and scolding me. or simply rolling her eyes making me feel guilty and i would start really practising. or some senior by my side encouraging me. either or they were always there to guide me to aid me just so i could improve. Now, being 1 i have too be 2 towards my juniors. it isn't easy. one day, one very fine day, i hop they would understand the pressure i face, the pressure i put on them. and what i'm trying to enforce in them. to them nothing ever really very much matters, but to me they are really what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economic crisis, band crisis, but i'm NOT going to allow myself to be with the crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I PROMISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL. I MUST. just like how I PROMISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we want. nothing's gonna fail.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SaqycznBo8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fpQByGxufs0/s1600-h/b120189764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SaqycznBo8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fpQByGxufs0/s400/b120189764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251318769525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2758559238725120700?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2758559238725120700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2758559238725120700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2758559238725120700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2758559238725120700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-ok-this-is-i-dont-know-after-how.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SaqycznBo8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fpQByGxufs0/s72-c/b120189764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-6741396508707988626</id><published>2008-10-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:01:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! ok i'm some freaking dead kid since i haven't been updating at all. but neither have i been talking really much recently. I just feel stressed, like i'm not very sure why. I'm like losing confidence in every thing, including walking home from school and i'll just keep turning back eventhough i'm walking in a condo. It really feels terrible. and i don't know what to say too like. I'm just really worried about my friends. cause i can't afford to lose them. Its so tiring. The bright side is, i didn't let myself down and that i'll be having breakfast tmr. the sad side is, i'm running away again and that bad health has been sprinting while i'm only walking. This morning only did i realise, whats the purpose of living?&lt;br /&gt;my answer: no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i didn't live to be happy, but i'm happy to have lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only anyone would guide me out of the maze, since i doubt bouncing and shooting a basketball would even be good idea. maybe, just maybe the ball can bounce the walls of the maze down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6741396508707988626?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6741396508707988626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6741396508707988626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6741396508707988626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6741396508707988626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-ok-im-some-freaking-dead-kid-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5985042293693501680</id><published>2008-09-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:15:27.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! closing down and not exactly. go find out what it means. haha. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5985042293693501680?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5985042293693501680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5985042293693501680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5985042293693501680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5985042293693501680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-closing-down-and-not-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3154769204696036010</id><published>2008-08-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:09:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;sometimes not everything i do has a reason, but most of the times for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, must all things be done for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;must there always be a need to explain?&lt;br /&gt;must there always be a need to let everyone know what should be done?&lt;br /&gt;must there always be people who are self-centered?&lt;br /&gt;people who will will always do things, yet when they realise it irritates others, and then apologise.&lt;br /&gt;but even so apologies can expire.&lt;br /&gt;must everyone always be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;whats the true meaning behind forgiving, behind forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;and what does it mean to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people forgive cause they rather have 1 more friend then 1 more enemy.&lt;br /&gt;some people forgive cause to them forgiving is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;some people forgive cause its supposedly the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;some people forgive cause of some other self purposes.&lt;br /&gt;yet, what does it really mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, hating means to let the friend know what actually happened, and really think. think about why there's anger, many thinks i'm forgive cause its just "yeah, its ok." but what it means to me is that the friend does not repeat the same thing, grows up and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know many thinks i'm fierce, nonsensical, happy go lucky, hard to decipher, doesn't care much about anything at all. really, if i could i want to too. i wish i am fierce at times only when needed. i wish i'm nonsensical to pass my life away. i wish i am happy go lucky and just not care about anything. i wish i am hard to decipher, its just that i don't want to open up. i wish i don't care much about anything at all, and just take things and let it go. yet what do you gain, do i gain. NOTHING! so what. i have been living in denial saying that i can go on like this, lead life like a lark, passing is enough. but now i realise, after so many years of hardwork trying to open up, its tough. the past of me haunts me badly, the present is more or less still the same. main reason why i'll never change, cause i just hate being like others, i like being a crowd myself, i'll be my crowd and myself being the crowd. social circle used to not mean a thing, now it means more or less a little but still possible to give up. i took 6 years to study, cause i was closed, cause i felt the meaning of betrayal before anyone else did. that 6 years i closed refusing to believe anyone, and studied to overcome the boredom in me. after that, i realise i have to socialise, i tried. the moment i did, opened up a little, i closed back simply cause someone who used to always be there gave a cold shoulder, and the other just vanished into thin air. i thought nothing much will change, yet until now no one knows everything of me. i wished i could say, i wished i can just do something about it yet nothing. i've hinted but i never said. i'm sorry, you know most not all. all i can say, i did have quite a dark past, an interesting yet scary and obviously, very influential to my current life. to every action of mine, i might just have an explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i still can't seem to trust everyone. i might not be able to might borrow a shoulder, but definitely i'll lend 1 if there's a need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3154769204696036010?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3154769204696036010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3154769204696036010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3154769204696036010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3154769204696036010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-not-everything-i-do-has.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6282014568561545623</id><published>2008-08-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:16:30.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SWIMMING DAY MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time after i 3 to 4 years, that my family swam together as a family AGAIN! woots. my dad was like trying to be a dolphin/penguin and kept sliding/diving from the pool to the jacuzzi and back into the pool. then he decided to jump into the pool and i swear everyone stared cause they thought there was a tsunami. i almost drown man. ok so i swam thousand and 1 diff strokes today. i kept wanting to swim breaststroke yet ending up swimming freestyle. i'm damn dumb. oh freak i hate watching women's scoccer. so gross. ooh. brazil just scored. oh then when we came back, my mum made me laugh damn loudly and i begged my sis to laugh with me after that, desperation man. btw my mum was saying in hokkien or teochew or canto. i can't differentiate. "we only went to dip water instead of swimming can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok btw. the embarassing thing is that er... i thought zanita was nicolette. so i was talking to zanita all the while thinking it was nicolette. THEIR reactions are damn alike too ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HARLOW SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I WAS WATCHING KOREAN SHOW AHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;did you drown?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i got frightened by my own shadow ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh i'm so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hahahah siao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i didn't jump out of the water this time when my finger bled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;then you dilute the water with your blood!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was sucking the blood outta my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU VAMPIRE HAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE UPDATE YOUR FOLLOWTHATBEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but i really VEH LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;tsk update la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;eyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my mum kept making me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she keeps insisting that they look like FISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;what look like fisht?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the swimmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;omg they are so world record can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hahhahahahahhhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;phelps the best la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my mum's now complaining about how much he eats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;phelps??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;BUT HE GOT NO FATS LIDDAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HE EATS DAMN LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;how you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;newapaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i never knew there's such a race as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;oh eye sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10000m race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my sis teacher so irriating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"can you please close the window, thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"i'm afraid i'll fly away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hahahah wahlau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DID You read the 2nd line not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HOW COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HOW I KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;she very weird!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;as in OH MY FRAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FREAK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i thought zanita was you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so i was talking to her all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;then i look at your window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and i was like WHY SO WEIRD AR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;then i look at ZANITA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG YOU DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ok i haven't told her that i thought it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;you better not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;so embarassing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT WHY HER REACTION THE SAME AS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;unless you said dumb stuff there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was like complaining how irritating my mum was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU SO EMBARASSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so now i have something to blog about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hahhahah GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UMBARRASSING MANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;UMBRELLASING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NO FACE MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my mum is bloody irritatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ok my mum is irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OMG YOU RECOEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm so trying to record her comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OYU BEST MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the rest are like still running their freaking last round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and that freaking woman finished already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hahahhahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;why liddat one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then i tell you ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she only have bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so damn skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;funnehhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;da bombxxzxz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;damn funneh can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;JAMIE IS SO IRRITATING TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AIYO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my mum watch the freaking gymnastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and KEEPS thinking of the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;like WHAT IF THEY GET THEIR MENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-sound record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tampons la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bloody irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ask her to shush!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh jamie went to the room and came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lollll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mummy! the tv watching daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he's sleeping right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begins at the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6282014568561545623?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-7476438701093280932</id><published>2008-07-31T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:46:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DA HAPPENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. today was COOL! ok. number of things that happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- new baby cousin!&lt;br /&gt;- french horn collar pin/badge&lt;br /&gt;- iris!&lt;br /&gt;- new shirts&lt;br /&gt;- a getting into bermudas heat again&lt;br /&gt;- NO TEST tmr!&lt;br /&gt;- jolin's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok haha. so many things ok! COOLIOS! new baby cousin! ok its er... adopted. but i guess we'll treat it like a real cousin. ok before that i got trick ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: got new baby cousin leh!&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH?! WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;sis: siua gu, siua khim.&lt;br /&gt;me: OH! she pregnant ar! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;mum: i want to go see the baby!&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH?! GIVE BIRTH ALREADY! BUT SHE NOT PREGNANT!&lt;br /&gt;mum: firstly, you don't always see her. next, she also quite big size&lt;br /&gt;me: WAH! not pregnant also can give birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hour later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh! mummy! the baby boy or girl ar&lt;br /&gt;mum: boy&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ok i want to go see&lt;br /&gt;mum: its adopted&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok see. my mum and her wackiest ideas ever! HELLO! your daughter very innocent one and gullible too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: is this my bag?&lt;br /&gt;mum: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: ooh!&lt;br /&gt;mum: oh there's a french horn collar pin/badge. i really really really forgot you play tuba so i got my instrument for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! who's the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! played iris today. omg can cry la! mrs chua strike out all the parts that i practice so far, MEANING all the nice/fast parts! gahh! i practice already. even memorise some fingerings already! so heard the recording too. i didn't seem to hear a single bit of tuba. and perc is tough. so i guess mrs chua using me as timpani. oh wells. WE CAN DO IT! WAH. all the tests end today! SHIOKS MANXZX! played hockey today too! i think i rock man! totally didn't whack anyone except reyna and neither did i get whack. cool la! my group won every single la! oh but mdm low PMS today! but she came over and like! "WAH! your group not bad ar!" er! my group very bad meh! actually okok better not have comments. ok today was COOL! oh the bermudas heat is er! you'll find out soon! i miss wearing my bearmudas with polo tees! ahh goodness. okok i should shut up. ok my mum JUST talked to a soft toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: hi coco! long time no see! kungfu panda~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7476438701093280932?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7476438701093280932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7476438701093280932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7476438701093280932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7476438701093280932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/da-happening-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1111594362200264022</id><published>2008-07-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:25:34.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;眼前的黑不是黑!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bit of me blogging this but, oh wells. LOOK FAR! don't facing down to the test even before you take it at least. why not spend that worry in you believing that you can. cause YOU CAN! since you know worrying isn't gonna help, why not just believing. we tend to be able face up to concerts, stage fright, competition, central judging, whatsoever. why not likewise? is there really that much of a difference. sometimes its really frustrating seeing everyone around making it seem like it the end of the world. i've said before or rather the pastor, the reason behind why moses and all died when they were 100+ over. reason being is simple, cause they do not understand the meaning death. if death is such a strong why should we choose to say it like running tap water. shouldn't we believe and all face it. after all, what do you get from running away, will life be better? eventually we'll still have to face it. we have already done all that we can do and i guess all that we're left to do is to believe. hang on, when's its over, the sky will clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1111594362200264022?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1111594362200264022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1111594362200264022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1111594362200264022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1111594362200264022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-of-me-blogging-this-but-oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3449610507337107991</id><published>2008-07-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:00.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough it was a bit of a surprise since we made 1001 mistakes, tons of squeaks, play like train and i played at the wrong bar. WE DID IT! and i proudly announce. it was so awesome, i couldn't take it. these few days have been great with rachel, nicolette and fadhillah with their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;auntie, uncle&lt;br /&gt;HOY!&lt;br /&gt;one dollar, tissue paper, one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;xiao mei, xiao di&lt;br /&gt;HOY!&lt;br /&gt;one dollar, tissue paper, one dollar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it was really an interesting song! haha. fadhillah leg kicked till it was more than 90 degrees ok! thats how happy we were. then we walked out. not exactly all prepared for nbc. but NBC that day itself was awesome! everyone was so HIGH! like skyhigh. imagine serene playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUITAR&lt;/span&gt; with her trombone. how high was it! everyone was jumping up and down. Eventhough our packed were not at all delicious, we still gobbled it down! we needed energy you see! so everything went really well. and on the bus i got so pissed at salad! she too auto already can. so we reached vch and we started all the nonsense. playing and blowing. i blew till my balloon had a hole ok! shermin tuned us before we left actually and i woke up late on a competition day. amazing yeah. when we were in the tuning it was so echoed. but yet everything went well. everyone got thirsty in the tuning room. and our bottles were with the seniors, so no choice. I gave up and decided to go drink tap water, the thing is laura was too! haha. so later on we moved to backstage. ok that was where i started racing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mrs chua: so how, audrey, going to faint already?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me: *smiles*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mrs chua: now you know how your mum felt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really scary! oh wells, stage. weqin as usual in a slightly clumsy state and i was too but not as much as her. she totally cling clang her instrument against instruments, walls, handles, etc. went up stage tuning became way off. played radetsky and then variations. went back to school. RUSH and CHIONG out of school. and obviously, the gan chiong queen was first. scolding the traffic lights in our hearts. thank god we reached the hall on time for the results. the seniors were like HUH?! so fast! look. hee. oh! saw lijin! and she obviouslty asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lijin: so fast! did you clear your saliva not!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me: er... *hesistating whether to say yes or no* er...... ya...yea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so obviously lijin concluded with a no. but oh wells. was recording the announcements but didn't realise my phone could only record for a min. so it wasn't recorded! but it was like mitsuo nonami and cgssb cheered! and when our result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mc: crescent girls' secondary... with a perfect score of.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me: 90! 90!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mc: 81%! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me: AHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok for laura's information. I DID NOT CRY! only at the most 1 tear! WOOTS. omg damn happy. so relieve its all over. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a grade 5 piece. GOLD WITH HONOURS with a grade 8 piece! ok iris really look like a grade 8 piece no joke. and yes. PLEASE DO NOT i repeat DO NOT play postcard for nbc. its cursed. the upcoming event is like speech day! gahhh. should be alright i hope! love band man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUBISTS! GOOD JOB! SO PROUD OF YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert)-jerene sim's grosses flying kiss ever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;celebration at pizza hut was awesome with me turning to king koil and taking a jump shot before they jump. got bribed of 160 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! i LOVE sec 3 BAND-ITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8Iq30pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AI92JB4m9C0/s1600-h/DSCF2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8Iq30pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AI92JB4m9C0/s400/DSCF2335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912162497286802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Stamford Raffles, and replicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8iBz0NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/z9qNSdS6O1c/s1600-h/DSCF2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8iBz0NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/z9qNSdS6O1c/s400/DSCF2358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912169304379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my LUNCH! baked royale chicken, i don't know what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8ohxZvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qCAMlCjKbTQ/s1600-h/DSCF2276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8ohxZvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qCAMlCjKbTQ/s400/DSCF2276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912171049051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh and my dearest hair messer cum head smacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes you should learn to shut up. when i'm busy you think i'm joking. i said i have band and a competition coming, instead of supporting me, saying good luck or good job. YOU BLAME ME FOR NOT ATTENDING FAMILY GATHERING! good. at least i got a gold! i might have only gone for A family gathering. but i guess i understand the word FAMILY more than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ather and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;other, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou! will you just stop thinking that  i'm lying to you and that just because you're older than me... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TREAT BAND LIKE YOU TREAT DANCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fullstop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;'ve had enough of you at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3449610507337107991?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3449610507337107991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3449610507337107991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3449610507337107991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3449610507337107991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-got-gold-eventhough-it-was-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SHuC8Iq30pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AI92JB4m9C0/s72-c/DSCF2335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-4996022467307173729</id><published>2008-07-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:55:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Monkey see, monkey don't dare to do&lt;br /&gt;2. Monkey see, monkey don't want to do&lt;br /&gt;3. Monkey see, monkey can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; monkey see, don't care just do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome not tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today laura stripped in the storeroom, while nicolette just tried barging in non-stop. and guess what. fad saw free show. and laura gave her BIG eyes today. haha. FINALLY, got uniform. and note it. FINALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4996022467307173729?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4996022467307173729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4996022467307173729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4996022467307173729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4996022467307173729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4189386818023121351</id><published>2008-07-02T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:59:37.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz... all i hope is for them to be doing well. i always thought they were safe cause at the most I'll be first. but i forgot they are too. whatever, i always knew we had the same concerns, but we both always knew between would always have that transparent wall too. lets just hope they she grows up and understands which who knows might help her open up really. oh wells. lets break that transparent wall can we. lets give it a very last try alright. after all, after this what else can really happen. i believe we can. final lap alright. last year, last competition with another judging next year. gees. please remain who you are, at least be recognizable. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. my aunt's coming down tmr. gotta clear table clear everything for her. then what. she starts to nag at me for _____. pfft! ok rachel you better not breathe a word. i really want to make it on saturday night. i'll try to rush back asap alright. wait for me. i promise to rush back. i won't just give up, i will seize this rare opportunity to reunite. no worries, if i say i'll be i'll definitely give my all to be there. just enjoy while i'm not around alright. no matter where i am, i'll still be thinking bout you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4189386818023121351?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4189386818023121351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4189386818023121351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4189386818023121351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4189386818023121351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3325897760061504135</id><published>2008-06-29T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:06:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exchange yesterday. realise it wasn't as bad as i thought. however, there's sill really a lot to practice like work on. really ought to grasp the remaining amount of time left before competition. really need to buck up a lot. as in the bass sound. really worried for syf. nbc might be bc after all it only a few schools. by the time its syf i want to play a lot better. i shall really start making myself die every practice like go giddy and yawn really hard. must. i MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;variations was not excellent yet ok, i feel that there's really a lot more to work on. like for woodwinds mainly the notes like technical stuff. and flutes like on beat and stuff. and i think that we all must really watch and follow mrs chua. if not we play seperately which is not at all good. esp allegro con brio. vivace perhaps needs brasses to play louder. and the beginning clarinets louder with more expression. then flutes needs to have better transition of notes. perhaps at 17, then we need to listen out for each other. oh and woodwinds needs to practice on their running notes. actually i think sometimes very poor thing. hand cram already still must play. actually i think our band very soft. not much impact i must say. esp like brasses really soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radetsky was not bad except for squeaks but i think still can be work on. like trio louder. and like not much marching though. like doesn't really sound like a march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall i think we weren't that bad but definitely not at all excellent. oh wells, work harder i guess. i guess we gotta start believing in the band and really listen out for each other and stay focused. play correctly and start playing while thinking about the overall product and not what you play. its a band song not a solo right. oh the other schools. they were better than us. but i think that cck has to work on their dynamics. hai sing was not bad there's something for them to work on but can't really say it either. anglican was good i like their beginning. actually i like the song. hee. maybe they can have more impact. if they keep this up i guess they'll get quite good marks for nbc. fairfield maybe their fundamentals. like strengthen a bit more and maybe the playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i go for exchange go and like revise pieces. haha. like cause play better, than rather familiar. esp majestia. nicolette. we were like staring at each other cause we played that in sec 1 and there was this part mainly for me and her one. haha. so funny. oh kaze no mai, i love the song. but didn't choose that song to play cause like will be quite boring since we kinda like going to finish that piece already at that time. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I HATE MY PHONE WHICH I CURRENTLY CALL IT A PAGER! damn irritating. geesh. thanks to that phone. i couldn't call out nor sms out and all i could do was to like sit at the door step till someone comes back. i "GLADLY" sat there for 2 hours at least. and when i received my mum's sms that they are all going to my grandma's house, i had already sat for 2 HOURS. and finally my maid came back and by then i already waited for 2 half hours or so. and i didn't wanna go my grandma house cause no point anw wait so long already. frankly speaking, i'm really glad i went bpp to walk before that, otherwise i might have waited for 3 hours ++. oh and i saw joanna lim. btw i was practicing drums the whole 2 half hours. imagine me spinning around and imaginery drum and like lifting my hands up and down consistently and like all. hope no nighbours saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3325897760061504135?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3325897760061504135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3325897760061504135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3325897760061504135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3325897760061504135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/exchange-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3743661175232910464</id><published>2008-06-27T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:55:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. i'm damn nervous. like REALLY ok! like my heart is like flooded with blood. and my stomach is like going be filled with water and explode soon. AHHH! omg. i'm damn worried. clam my nerves man. eventhough mrs chua said bananas help. but i bet even 4 bananas won't! i feel so airheaded. ok now i understand how pl feels. WHAT IF IT GOES WRONG TMR!!! ok choy. omg. still must stay calm and console my section first. tmr no matter what happens my section first. ahhh! I shall promise to stay as strong as i can. but i'm not going to promise i'm not going to cry. its not easy holding tears back. ahhh. please i don't wanna break down tomorrow. its gonna be hard getting back up again within 6 practices. minusing practices with drums, it'll perhaps be like 5 or 4 practices.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm so frightened. ok. nvm. today was like a super long day. with a lot of singing. i want totake a break, resign from ahem. ok nvm. i forgot something funny i wanted to write already. oh yes. WE GOT INTO LIMELIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3743661175232910464?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3743661175232910464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3743661175232910464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3743661175232910464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3743661175232910464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5062369149701299426</id><published>2008-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:37:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. here's something short ok. really wanna sleep already. btw during recess, everyone was eating. and nicolette's chilli dropped on the table and she went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicolette: Chilli overboard!&lt;br /&gt;ling ling: Noodles on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no funny meh. maybe its the way ling ling manage to connect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh . do you know why penguins have a white front and s black back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: cause the hand short so only long enough to clean the front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5062369149701299426?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5062369149701299426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5062369149701299426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5062369149701299426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5062369149701299426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2322607831645766452</id><published>2008-06-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:26:30.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright quick post like an e-mail. technology advanced you see.&lt;br /&gt;rachel is rachel and the other is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO KILL ME IS IT&lt;br /&gt;HUH HUH HUH&lt;br /&gt;where are you says:&lt;br /&gt;HUHUHUHUHU&lt;br /&gt;Rachel says:&lt;br /&gt;LIANG PORPORP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i meant like HUH but just kept typing HUHUHUHU. get it or get it.&lt;br /&gt;ok another one. i got damn irritated at my sis for telling me things that i know like plate techtonics and i told her platetonics and she believe. haha. ok nvm. anyway, she was telling me about volcanoes about how fast they erupt and she said erode actually like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: jie! you know right the volcanoe erode like 1 sec only you know, then can plant things there, cause the soil very fertile.&lt;br /&gt;me: you mean erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the thing is actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: jie! you know how do mountains come about not?!&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. out of a mole hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ar. i was really irritated. and btw if you don't understand, i'm telling you your english is worse than mine. haha. okok joking. mine's really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2322607831645766452?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-3378202586853870521</id><published>2008-06-25T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:01.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hee. hee. hee. staying at home isn't fun. must fight with working adults later to go pay the doctor a visit later. shall eat more apples next time. like apple and doctor. get the link. the weather today super cold. somemore, no appetite, no cold water, no nothing. ahh. at home also no life can. wanted to maybe rush hw up. in the end, ended up playing puzzles and puzzles to rest instead of hw. die man. i'm so gonna get mc and all my hw might be able to wait. i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know, i blogged at times for certain people hoping they actually read my blog and realise its for them. actually, i'm quite foolish. oh wells. i gotta rest. bye kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfKKGq_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/W_5Yh874XlA/s1600-h/section+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751644960435186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfKKGq_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/W_5Yh874XlA/s400/section+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last nbc. heehee. i think i'm quite stalker. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfAYdbVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xFtrjbieeoU/s1600-h/whole+section.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751642336292178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfAYdbVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xFtrjbieeoU/s400/whole+section.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sadly now they're all seniors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751644654533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfJBK_EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EFeohjQIzVU/s400/DSC04276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;quintessence. ooh. i love the snakes. hahah. so fun la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfnPijwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tp54oiSFWh8/s1600-h/m88763463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751652767862530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfnPijwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tp54oiSFWh8/s400/m88763463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sense the tension. tuning room before SYF. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfVjGldI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0M3pMef9kE/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215751648018077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfVjGldI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0M3pMef9kE/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH! this photo never fail to make me laugh. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3378202586853870521?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3378202586853870521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3378202586853870521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3378202586853870521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3378202586853870521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/SGISfKKGq_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/W_5Yh874XlA/s72-c/section+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-5756453737167263203</id><published>2008-06-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:37:35.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is silly, don't say i didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could remember the things we would do. now we'll get it together and chit chat or watch a movie. but the bond would deffinitely be there. although i never ever actually figured out why, but i know for sure, i won't want us to seperate anyway. we used to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) talk about studying hard, working hard, so in future all of us can leave together in that big house.&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3) play blind mice and unknowingly scream and just jump of the bed eventhough its double-decked.&lt;br /&gt;4) go for swims and end up jumping into pools and start getting chased out of the jacuzzi by the security guard and that one particular security guard called... pig or so.&lt;br /&gt;5) swim together till all of us get at least gold for swimming tests, and we'll always teach each other 'methods' and encourage each other on, or just start acting as fishes or dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;6) set up alliances against each other, then start calling each other childish.&lt;br /&gt;7) have clubs like the hello kitty club, or was it the little miss club.&lt;br /&gt;8) travel to malaysia and play para para on that mat and start helping each other clear stages by hitting on the map with our hands with out hands occassionally being stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;9) always chase adults out of the room just so we can occupy it and just play and be by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;10) beg our parents to car pool so that we can talk our way to malaysia or so.&lt;br /&gt;11) wear similar attires, like everybody will wear a pink top with a skirt, or blue for the fmily tree thing.&lt;br /&gt;12) call each other to find out what we're wearing.&lt;br /&gt;13) go out together to get same clothes like the barbie top and bottom, or the motel shirt, which we never knew what it was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;14) play s.h.e and fashion show in malaysia in that room, we'll start acting as singers and models and do everything up and down the room.&lt;br /&gt;15) play bouncing, like bounce up and down the stairs and start sniggering at the guys cause the almost loners since we're maingly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list will just go on. although all this was in the past. this year, this month, grace, joanne and may are coming down. so will abigail and benjamin. although we might not be that childish anymore, but no matter how far we are, we'll still be in each other's heart. although some of us are like having boyfriends and all. but when we come together, we tend to unconciously start being childish again. oh. if we're going malaysia, we better stop pulling that curtain in the toilet down, and try to aviod the toilet drainer thing, cause the rats are like always scratching it and the sound is freaky. whatever it is. this year is a gathering year. although until today we haven't manage to take a complete family photo. and that samson can no longer come singapore but i really hope, one day, one day we'll be able to take that photo. and who knows, 22 and more to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Grace&lt;br /&gt;2-Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;3-Samson&lt;br /&gt;4-kenneth&lt;br /&gt;5-melissa&lt;br /&gt;6-Joanna&lt;br /&gt;7-Lydia&lt;br /&gt;8-Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;9-Germaine&lt;br /&gt;10-Esther&lt;br /&gt;11-Berny&lt;br /&gt;12-Magdalene&lt;br /&gt;13-Audrey(me)&lt;br /&gt;14-Abigail&lt;br /&gt;15-Joyan&lt;br /&gt;16-Elton&lt;br /&gt;17-May&lt;br /&gt;18-Zoey&lt;br /&gt;19-Jolene&lt;br /&gt;20-Sandy&lt;br /&gt;21-Sarah&lt;br /&gt;22-Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5756453737167263203?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5756453737167263203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5756453737167263203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5756453737167263203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5756453737167263203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-silly-dont-say-i-didnt-warn-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6957672144116387574</id><published>2008-06-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:44:21.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS SOME KIND OF A WORLD OUT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you wondered if there's anyone that you can trust whereby that person will not disclose a single bit of info and yet often discuss it with you. sometime i really don't  mind saying. but yet the moment i say its sure to get bigger and who knows more people might just shun me although i myself don't even know if i'm sure yet. i'm hoping for this year to end, and by then i can give up hope. i'm really trying so hard to forget you, but why must you appear and make me happy then disappear again. did you know just a hi from could light my day, i'm serious. i know i shouldn't and i can't do this. when you sms and do not sound happy, i would just sms till the sms gets sent and hopefully it'll make you feel better. i want to forget you once and for all, i never knew it could be so hard. its so easy to forget everything else apparently but you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i didn't call you and ask and try to get you to abuse your authority. i really wanted to get her out for a good cause. life and death both comes only once. i really didn't want her to miss it. i'm sorry that i did it time and time, over and over again. it was really all for a good cause. if i really did go overboard i'm sorry. there isn't really a point in explaining since there isn't much to. but i'm really sincerely sorry. hope you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this post might be just weird, like plain weird. so oh well ok. don't really bother about it. i didn't want to post. but since i've typed it, why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6957672144116387574?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6957672144116387574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6957672144116387574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6957672144116387574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6957672144116387574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-some-kind-of-world-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3751876321517280568</id><published>2008-06-03T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:20:45.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my speakers working. only left with microphone now. this might sound stupid. but i really prayed very hard for my speakers to work ok! and likewise for the virus to clear off. i'm just too glad. YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to miss many things.&lt;br /&gt;1) my jc2 seniors who are always there to care.&lt;br /&gt;2) my jc1 seniors and their discipline.&lt;br /&gt;3) my sec 4 seniors and their spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder why i ever wanted so much and know what i want and yet when its muy turn, i would just suddenly feel lost. i really need to courage to face up to it. be like any of them and be firm. but why do i have so much ponders and hesitations! i really want to not care but obviously i can't. i hint and yet nothing ever seems conveyed.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why this world have such strong believers and yet they are always suspecting. where is that faith in them. and when i get into something rare, or suddenly see something, i get mocked at. its not my fault that i'm chosen and that i go for it. you just have to laugh at me. i knew i shouldn't have told you, i should have just kept it to myself. if i tell you, it means i trut you and thats what i get, a head of questions against me. i just want to prove that i can, and you are just one that wants to prove that i can't. sometimes your method works but i can tell you it works on me only if i hate you. but the thing is i don't. i don't seem to be able to hate anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;there's a saying:&lt;br /&gt;"if you put your heart to it, you will do it!"&lt;br /&gt;but why hasn't it really been true. i aimed for it and its gone. nevertheless, i guess i'll just put that trut in god that the best is always yet to be and that the plan the he has for me is much more than i will ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ok this is to this special nut.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up ok! cause you'll always have everyone else. you'll know he's there watching over you though. don't run away from it cause its gonna hurt more when you decide to face up to it. we believe in you that you can do it, be it meaning having to break down. no matter what life has to go on, and when all else fails, we'll always be there right by your side even at times we can't be there physically. and you know that life has to go on even if you really want to run away. we believe in you that you can look at this world once again despite the sadness that no one can ever explain. be brave ok! nuts is always classified together no matter what. we believe you can do it, so believe in yourself alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3751876321517280568?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3751876321517280568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3751876321517280568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3751876321517280568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3751876321517280568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-speakers-working.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2005614899511806366</id><published>2008-05-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:03:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! woots! internet's working. just now it said its up but its down. sucha liar. ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to research! OH OH! my dad bought durian back eventhough he was already in the carpark back home when we asked him to buy. oh. my mum went bonkers and brought back 2 boxes of life savers. mints. Wint O Green sweet. its made in canada for the WM. Wrigkey Jr. company chicago... ok nice sounding as it may seem. its seriously just colgate toothpaste that you brush your teeth with. its like a replica. wait till you know the ingredients; sugar, CORN SYRUP, artificial flavour, stearic acid. damn gross ok. corn syrup! nvm. the other thing she brought back is like 24 bottles and a carton of apple juice. seriously just die man! my sis is like super amazed that just buy returning the bottles you'll get 5 cents. and i'm like er... just suck your thumb and get lost. she damn noisy. so retarded ok. and yes. i finally bought a guitar pick since i lost the one at home. and i was like shit so malu cause i thought it'll be like at 1 buck but it turned out to be 60 cents so i stared at the woman for a few seconds before handing the money over. like 60 cents. i could like just buy 1 of each kind ok. Thanks jovi for asking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to bpp later on and met grace. long time never see her. i think she thinks that i'm retarded. i totally stood outside the library and started waving until she realised i was there and that meant at least 5 seconds of waving to casper. yeah. ok so i went down to the basement and i strolled with my head at the right since the shops were on the right. so i began walking past long john's and saw a 3 people in it staring on my left or me. so i turned left first and i saw a family standing in the middle of nowhere. and the son was like a good boy standing at the side. BUT the daughter was damn pervert. she was like squatting on the floor one with 1 hand pullin gher mum's dress outwards while she stares under the dress. okok damn freaking gross la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a secret recipe! after eating durian. take a durian and wash it. add salt on the durian and add water and scrub your fingers and later drink the water. OF COURSE make sure your hands clean. it clears the smell off your fingers and cools your body down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. can someone PLEASE kill me. my freaking sister is like asking about HIV/AIDS. and her teacher said that dengue is like a a bite from a mosquito. oh. and she's asking me what will happen, the difference etc etc. and omg. she's trying to tell me that everybody has HIV just that its either positive or negative. seriously you know i really feel like killing myself. the last she asked me worst questions. like what is a condom. and me the smart ass called jessie to explain. oh btw. i ask her to check the dictionary out, and her reply was like BUT I CHECKED ALREADY! and i still don't understand. i really felt like buying one for her ok. stupid woman. she even asked her friend what a virgin is. please tell me she's not going to be like jolin and ask what cum is. i will die right in front of you. SHIT! now she's telling me that HIV negative means you have HIV and HIV positive means you have AIDS. omg. freak ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: later use cellophane tape to cover the durian.&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH! plastic wrap la. cellophane tape you can finish the whole container of durian yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2005614899511806366?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2005614899511806366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2005614899511806366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2005614899511806366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2005614899511806366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-woots-internets-working.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-8534225904430435010</id><published>2008-05-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:35:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life isn't getting extremely well recently but o-well. you know life isn't always smooth-sailing and all and that there's always bound to have rocks nearby or so. its like playing river rider on nicolette's phone. but i know i have ot overcome it, or i'll sink. no matter how hard it is to accept the fact that i have to hang in there no matter what happens, i will still have to accept. i might not be a good senior, but i'm trying. it isn't fair if i'm not telling them anything so that they get a second chance and yet they don't deserve it. i'm like letting many things slip by so that they can try failing and then picking themselves up. they might not know what it feels like to achieve an award you deserve and yet they are robbing us of our chance. we haven't felt the feeling of losing something eventhough you deserve it so badly, and so we are holding on, making sure we don't even let ourselves slip. i'm not trying to say that we are selfish, but you all are really pulling us into taking that plunge. so much effort has been put in, and i won't want nothing out of this. when you sow a seed, you expect to reap something, yet i feel like i the efforts are being drain. you are our seeds yet you never noticed. we are trying so hard for you all, but we get treated like some garbage from you. is there no more justice left? band might not be as fun, but band was never even suppose to be playtime. if you read this, think its you, then please reflect. a few more times and i might just be letting go and giving up. get whatever you want. i have put in my best, and i know whats done is done. i'm not going out there and curse others but let others curse me. well, at least i know i did my very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i say something i mean it. you do not show me attitude or oush that responsibility of yours aside. after all its reality that all must face. its just a matter of time of when you wanna face it. after would be too late, later would be too. i'm trying so hard to enforce that into you. i'm trying so hard to help you but first please help yourself to let me help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like what used to be said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a dream is a dream, until you make it a reality."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-8534225904430435010?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8534225904430435010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=8534225904430435010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8534225904430435010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8534225904430435010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-life-isnt-getting-extremely-well.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7921205111715190420</id><published>2008-05-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:08:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna talk about obs YET. some other day though. just cam eback from obs and even more just from nus. OMG. i tell you. okok. short one. up to you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins: i want to go toilet. me too. i also want to go. eh. audrey take care. (so i'm left alone.)&lt;br /&gt;me: *sing song, lie around, takes phone, starts playing bounce*&lt;br /&gt;guy: *comes in from nowhere. its beside me and sigh* haiz...&lt;br /&gt;me: *er! whatever pretend never see continue playing game*&lt;br /&gt;guy: *he said some crap, caught nothing but the last part* my parents are singing. are yours singing too?&lt;br /&gt;me: *"is he ok?" and look up* er... ya.&lt;br /&gt;guy: oh. hi. i'm sky.&lt;br /&gt;me: er... audrey. *move slightly away and stops playing my game.*&lt;br /&gt;guy and me: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;me: * took out my phone and tried smsing my cousin for rescue. but no reception, message sending failed.*&lt;br /&gt;guy: *stands up and not looking at me* i thought you were a guy.&lt;br /&gt;me: *ER! WTH!* ...&lt;br /&gt;cousins: *makes damn lot of noise*&lt;br /&gt;me: *phew! oops.*&lt;br /&gt;guy: *stun... stands at a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. omg. i think my cousins freaked him out. he was like standing there don't know what to do for like 2 minutes then he slowly creeped his way out. but oh well. THANKS FOR TELLING ME I'M A GUY MAN! tsk! oh wells. i got damn freaked out also. then when i walked out of the playroom to find my mum, and he was in the karaoke room with his family, he kept staring at me can. not my fault i have so many cousins and that they choose a wrong time or so. haha. ok whatever. its damn freaky thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some other time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sis: *stop skating and rests*&lt;br /&gt;small girl and maid: *come out of nowhere and starts strolling in the park.&lt;br /&gt;(apparently my sis knows the small girl cause my maid and the maid know eachother)&lt;br /&gt;sis:*starts skating and skated to the small girl* hi&lt;br /&gt;small girl: who'sthat guy there.&lt;br /&gt;me: *er...? whats with sis and sly smile*&lt;br /&gt;sis: *comes back and tells me what happened*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously you know. i'm not a guy and i look perfectly like a girl. tsk! so freaky. anyway. i gotta sleep. and i can't remember anything about that guy except that he has small eyes like me cause my  cousin told me so and i saw his face too. and his hair is like a normal bird nest hair look and he's quite fair compared to me now that i'm burnt. omg. seriously la. FREAKY! ok. whoever that reads. please don't spread around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7921205111715190420?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7921205111715190420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7921205111715190420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7921205111715190420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7921205111715190420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-im-not-gonna-talk-about-obs-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1247991224786953331</id><published>2008-04-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:47:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right! ok exam blah. I feel so different this time round. Its like making me speechless seeing things go smoothly. For the first time i dare say. i'm gonna fail non! woots. ok so far. maybe chem will be the murderer. he's so darn wicked. freaking everyone out with all his mails. I have a sudden urge to do many things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) change skin&lt;br /&gt;2) RAFFLES!&lt;br /&gt;3) OUT OUT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;4) BASKETBALL!&lt;br /&gt;5) Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. omg. 5 remind me of dragon ball z. ok nvm. its suppose to be sleep. I have a sudden urge to go back raffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: DEENA! Lets go back raffles on wed after exams!&lt;br /&gt;deena: FOR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;me: er... LUNCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. i seriously am despo for food and my sis tempted me with a new dish called cheesy toast. dang! I LOVE CHEESE! ok and she said something about the principal taking them for PE lesson cause the teacher was on leave. If you have yet to know, one of the principal's charactheristics is she ONLY wears cheongsam. yes, even on sports day! and toh dea beng called my sis RUI XUAN! omg i love my name. and lastly, due to my injured leg, my sis ccould suan me with the amazingly useful lift in raffles. It always break down when serene chan walks in. and the next thing you know. free english period with tons of ringing of lift bell. but who cares everyone just takes the lift. and we LOVE taking the stairs and the food(snacks) available at the staffroom and definitely the chats with the teachers! shit i'm missing everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play basketball! janeen hear that! I don't care if the ball's bigger than my head or my head's bigger than the ball, i just wanna PLAY! dang! i miss 2c1. i miss NUTS! oh. did you know nuts are healthy cause the fats can be broken down easily! I always thought its unhealthy. well. ok i better sleep. its 1.59! ooh. soon it'll be 2. amazing. i can't stand time cause i can't resist it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1247991224786953331?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1247991224786953331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1247991224786953331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1247991224786953331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1247991224786953331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/right-ok-exam-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3426594282029433340</id><published>2008-04-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:39:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new day; new beginning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A Psalm of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;By Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We can make our lives sublime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  And, departing, leave behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Footprints on the sands of time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't actually understood the poem. just read thought it sounds interesting and here it is. omg. I just realised i typed sands as sandas if i add l it'll be sandals! Haha. Ok random. Life's been fun but bad. It scary when you see everything so superficial especially when you can see the details. i know everything and I think its not right. I want to put a stop but what right do I have? i want to climb to the highest floor of a tower block, look down from highland, and SCREAM.......... cause i have had enough of this. Or perhaps if possible, spend a day at the beach, throw paper planes, blow bubbles, i don't really care. i just need a break and a kit kat won't help. Today, Mr. M came, gave us a poem, read it, interesting as it sounds, its life. To me, I feel that life has been abused. Life is no longer yours, its like so bounded and like, if you don't this.... you won't be..... you want? you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conclusion:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE ≠ freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever. i studied so please just give me the marks i should get. I don't want a fail, I WANT ACE! aaargh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;btw. If you are ever free, go find out bout yourself, it's rather scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my ear has a small but irritating lump.&lt;br /&gt;2) my tongue has an amazing piece of flesh dangling.&lt;br /&gt;3) got a piece of flesh under my tongue cut i think, its damn red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you find out bout your environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gracia used to stay at 20 where Janell has been staying at 21.&lt;br /&gt;2) where Janell stays is where Germaine and klare stays too.&lt;br /&gt;3) Raffles is building an indoor sports hall as well, and theirs is already finishing!&lt;br /&gt;4) Jane Woon is back into teaching at Raffles, i can still vividly remember her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, most things has been resolved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kapersky is no longer expired,&lt;br /&gt;2) no longer has virusES,&lt;br /&gt;3) can study english&lt;br /&gt;4) failed no subjects but geography&lt;br /&gt;5) new bag&lt;br /&gt;6) new pencil case&lt;br /&gt;7) cleared locker&lt;br /&gt;8) BRANDS tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all these will perk me up. I'm so worried for english. I'm serious. However, I know for sure, God's up there looking after me. I know I'll be on eagle's wings someday, then, I'll take flight. Miracles are coming my way. Miracle seed is growing and so is that believe and that faith is growing stronger. If others can do it, so can I! I've been so busy with my life i guess i have actually forgotten bout my family, friends, and perhaps my personal time. Sorry for those emo times, it could have just been me all these while. I'm going to lead life my way, cause its MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i really love paper planes the poem. for nuts! aargh. i want to read it again! oh. for updates on what i've been doing? nicolette's blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3426594282029433340?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3426594282029433340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3426594282029433340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3426594282029433340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3426594282029433340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-day-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-225870829853255330</id><published>2008-04-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:27:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its depressing when you are to not do anything but just watch the world go past.&lt;br /&gt;when you are asked to fold your arms and nothing but concentrate on keeping that mouth of mine sealed.&lt;br /&gt;when you have to bottle everything up even when you know the bottle's gonna crack.&lt;br /&gt;yet if you share, let it out, riots will start, impression of you will be changed.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i get so depressed when i see the world smiling, yet nothing amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should back out of this world or just isolate myself,&lt;br /&gt;if you say i can't i'll prove i can.&lt;br /&gt;i have never liked sitting with anyone, i'm still used to sitting alone. just me and bag, peace.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you think i can relate to you, but really i can't. its so hard having to try always. i want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i guess i should be glad, happy, cause my friends are happy even when i'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-225870829853255330?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/225870829853255330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=225870829853255330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/225870829853255330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/225870829853255330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-depressing-when-you-are-to-not-do.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4150001927894289803</id><published>2008-04-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:08:25.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;To: its you, if you think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you see me doing something&lt;br /&gt;it seems like I've been doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i don't seem to study&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i eat&lt;br /&gt;it means i eat a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bandit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thats what you think, then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE I'M A HUMAN&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you are a human too&lt;br /&gt;and you are the reason to my excuses or nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a piece of transparent glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you it may seem like nothing, but don't forget who you are, no matter how self-denial you can get, you are still you, so just wake up and realize that(YOU AIN'T THAT INNOCENT AFTER ALL!) *slaps* I don't really care how much you actually try to blend in, you won't even be able to camouflage in. Its time you actually come to a realization that you seriously aren't the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours SINCERELY,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take lit, i sense sarcasm, i understand the use of diction. the word spite might just be spite or sprite sound-alike to you, yet, its like a thorn. even roses have thorns, so please you aren't perfect. I'm lost through you, and now I'm just a black sheep or even a rotten apple, you won't understand what i feel. CAUSE YOU MAKE FRIENDS TO HAVE ENEMIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4150001927894289803?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4150001927894289803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4150001927894289803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4150001927894289803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4150001927894289803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-its-you-if-you-think-so.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-9063969710293025296</id><published>2008-03-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:44:09.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i really hate trying to be kind want to update blogs and the blogger is against you. TSK ok! anw. updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND EXCHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cool, fun, memorable, enriching everything. haha. ok its like cool and fun trying to figure out the way in hwa chong. kinda fun complaining about the weight of the tubas then when you actually see the bands march, you really have no choice but to admit defeat and shut up. ok anyway. heard that cgssb was great. i know we are. WE ARE ok! but we know it ourselves that DEFINITELY there's room for improvement and really start bucking up knowing that nbc is not really that far away. hwa chong's band was awesome. they're marching was great. despite slight bumps here and there, we know you can do it alright! but really what. not bad already ok compared to like us. erhem. anw. what was the greatest was perhaps tanjong katong. omg. i had nothing to say but mouth wide and eye like doing nothing but stare. ok i was really stunned ok. its really different from the videos you see. its a very different experience. damn cool ok. like mu4 deng4 kou3 dai1 you know. so shockign and stunning and all. but overall, i guess everyone gave their best and definitely learnt something during the exchange which is practically the MOST important part of all. so well done everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUS CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was like AWESOME! haha. guess what. yours truly was the only one WIDE AWAKE! erhem. not that i blame thm for sleeping. but see ar. they slept at all the NICE PARTS ok. wth can. the snare was like crazy. then the tubas were wonderful. i love that deep low feeling. i use to think that using broadcasted music like speakers produced ones was a crime. but they did a marvellous crime. it turned out unbelievingly fantastic. it really felt like galaxy. and like planet earth was the best. the conductor was so cute can. their encore piece was somewhat similar to our piece, radetzky march. the first was short, it felt so sudden but a good opening piece. then the second piece was nice. the third piece was like cartoon, and its like WOAH ok. their interpretation was nicely done. it felt like a movie. like tom and jerry or so. ok enough already i need to sleep. the main thing was the last piece which i said earlier on. btw its like 50 mins long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-9063969710293025296?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/9063969710293025296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=9063969710293025296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/9063969710293025296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/9063969710293025296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2911684131074007665</id><published>2008-03-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:02:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what must i do to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;tried so hard at times,&lt;br /&gt;its makes me wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling to even stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;but a WORD of praise is all i need to keep me afloat.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be despised by you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a stand.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i try getting on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;you'll just kick me back to kneeling on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of all these,&lt;br /&gt;is it that difficult to trust me for once&lt;br /&gt;when i'm finally able to like what you like,&lt;br /&gt;you just tell me to live the present.&lt;br /&gt;i've always looked up to you,&lt;br /&gt;yet you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be who i am,&lt;br /&gt;what i want,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hide anymore,&lt;br /&gt;just let me what i can be,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be near&lt;br /&gt;and then rejected&lt;br /&gt;its the last time i'm going to give it my all&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that it'll be the best&lt;br /&gt;instead of another nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;-amen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being near isn't there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2911684131074007665?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2911684131074007665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2911684131074007665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2911684131074007665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2911684131074007665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-must-i-do-to-make-you-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-643975737434985463</id><published>2008-03-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:08:32.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes getting pissed is useless.&lt;br /&gt;imagine pissed at no one&lt;br /&gt;but your own __________&lt;br /&gt;got help ar!&lt;br /&gt;but yet you think again.&lt;br /&gt;what if its your _______&lt;br /&gt;what if its because you can't ____&lt;br /&gt;so what ultimately its your own fault?&lt;br /&gt; but looking at it,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just it,&lt;br /&gt;or it could be other things.&lt;br /&gt;but its not really right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you can excel in one but not the other, BUT you must excel in both to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all i can say is i'm speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what.&lt;br /&gt;its up to you.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;then wake up to find a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i should have just given up with ________&lt;br /&gt;now i'm all alone to finish up this journey.&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is pray and hope&lt;br /&gt;just let this be a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;an encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;a factor,&lt;br /&gt;just for me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you left me, yet i remembered you, i'm still alone by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm back to where i used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad and sad.&lt;br /&gt;yet nothing is all i can do&lt;br /&gt;just help me let it go and put it down&lt;br /&gt;set me free.&lt;br /&gt;and it might just well be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just finish up the remaining race&lt;br /&gt;and look back to say&lt;br /&gt;"i did it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-643975737434985463?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/643975737434985463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=643975737434985463' title='0 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drizzling a little. couldn't be bothered and walked in the rain as usual. sleepy and tired as usual i dragged my feet to the bus stop. I AWOKE! cause what i saw was ridiculous. a woman was wearing a shower cap in the rain waiting for the bus to arrive and she went up the bus still with the shower cap. thats all folks. i can't keep blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's exchange. so exciting. i wanna see how my cousin march. maybe he'll look smart. but he is smart la. okok. bye! its like 3rd post. adios!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3982238334636535301?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3982238334636535301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3982238334636535301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3982238334636535301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3982238334636535301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-to-school-as-usual-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4899810228286720700</id><published>2008-03-12T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:28:59.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAND CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band camp was awesome seriously. although complains from nerice and keziah that i snore. but ok la. at least they don't sound so exaggerated. which is GOOD. haha. then had tons of chat. i almost cried during meet the parents. cause i realise all this while even when i try the hardest. i just don't get it. its just so weird. i was like being praised during meet the parents but also critisize. but whatever. then i went for 1 game of dodgeball. and then was treasure hunt? i can't remember. but i know for sure. i'm not fit to lead or so. then was the night walk. quite scary la. its like blindfold and walk. and i have to trust sweechen and i held on to mandy. and jfm was behind mandy. i think trusting someone is easy. but believing in others or even yourself is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SL WORKSHOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun and interesting. although whats learn isn't a lot. but i found out whats priority. but deffinitely in everything there's something to learn. i think my section quite quiet leh. and i'm not organised i realised. and they are like very efficient. but there's this practicular person thats so irritating. drop slide like 5 times. you think what tuba is just a huge piece of metal ar. its something that i know there's people that feel for it ok. its already like part of us. but i realise all of them are like really efficient. they carry both stands and tuba at the same time and they don't use the tuba stand. crescent tubists really very lucky. ar. see ar. teng hwee, jiayi and the sec 1s better not complain. sec 1s still ok. i realise madalene got talent. although weqin like play before but she's not as hardworking as madalene. and madalene plays loud for a sec 1 leh. ok la. stop praising already. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4899810228286720700?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4899810228286720700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4899810228286720700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4899810228286720700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4899810228286720700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/band-camp-band-camp-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2770734399100782654</id><published>2008-03-12T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:47:02.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick an tired of my fever. it just won't go down. the lowest temp is like 37.5. Somemore all i can do is to lie down on the sofa and sleep. i'm not even allowed to do hw. and i'm not allowed to go to school even when i want to. ahh. someone please save me out from this house. i'm really going to die from boredom. i feel burnt. and i want to bathe. but again. i'm afriad i'll catch a cold. ok whatever. enough of this rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. jj lin has damn nice vocal. and i think wu zun is damn fake. especially when he act can. ok nvm. ahhh. medicine sucks. they taste bitter. or maybe its my saliva. i'm so dead. tomorrow i have to bring anothe bottle for myself too i think. and what about lunch etc. i can't eat anything ok. today was handover/step down/step up whateveer. a bit disappointed. but the thought of BOTH nbc and syf on my back, i think it'll pull me through. i've got an aim ow. it is to bring my section to greater and thus help bring the band to greater heights. i want US to blast the roofs down. i want it to be just how it used to be. i see potential in my section but i still think the main problem is still discipline. ok enough of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORTON- i meant what i said and i said what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;so lame win me already. ahha. i bet nuts missed me nuts today. haha. i hardly skip school ok. but its ok i've got a mc. i'm dead. i can't find my result slip. my mum can't remember where she put it. ms a is gonna kill me. and obviously i haven't photocopied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is to be able to let go when its time for me to step down. i want them to be able to do it without any of us seniors. and deffinitely to be better than any of us. i want a gold with honours for BOTH nbc and syf. i BELIEVE we can do it. its up to us. everything is possible especially when we're all together. WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. ok la. since all of us have got different post. like duhh right. but no matter what. we'll stand strong together. we're a part not apart. we'll help each other out eveen if it takes everything. complain to each other and deffinitely we'll console each other and never understand the meaning of bearing grudges or alone. :D but for now. i'll have to rest well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LEAP YEARS- don't wait. the next leap year is 4 years away.&lt;br /&gt;so lame can. shows nowadays ar. okok i really gotta go. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2770734399100782654?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2770734399100782654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2770734399100782654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2770734399100782654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2770734399100782654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-sick-tired-of-my-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5447119576494442073</id><published>2008-03-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:12:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody hell i'm sick again. so sad right. YES. ahh! but like that can don't go school, don't go for english. but if i'm well in the later part i might go for band. right yes. i might just go for doctor tomorrow in the morning be absent. then go for band in the later part. since its like step down and by then i should have gone to the doctor's. and i WANT to go for chem. for ms a to see. haaha. so funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving out forms for meet the parents session&lt;br /&gt;audrey: then me leh? no need to meet also can la. its ok one.&lt;br /&gt;ms a: OH! i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;me and nico: *stares* HAHAHAAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie: *smack zoey*&lt;br /&gt;zoey: HEH! don't want to say sorry! don't want to friend you already! i don't want to carry you! *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;jamie: *left down* he... WAH!....&lt;br /&gt;mom: eh! really can act leh!&lt;br /&gt;jamie: WAH!&lt;br /&gt;mom: really got tails(tears) leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks! gotta scram. no wait i can't scram. rest la. okok BYE. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5447119576494442073?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5447119576494442073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5447119576494442073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5447119576494442073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5447119576494442073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-hell-im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2458486146552152064</id><published>2008-03-11T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:55:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;time and tide waits for no men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its time to start afresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to start missing but cherish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again, cherish what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2458486146552152064?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2458486146552152064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2458486146552152064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2458486146552152064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2458486146552152064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-and-tide-waits-for-no-men-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6218896102778664801</id><published>2008-02-27T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:24:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHH! omg. i totally scared my soul out of ME! gahhh! shucks shucks shucks. see la common test what la. make me forget. later get fine even my common test marks can't pay for it. i'm so ponning lessons on fri if need. then go lavender take a "nice" photo then go make ic already come back go skating. i'll play bb instead. missing bb already. haha. ok set. i don't care. cannot get fine. i'm a guaikea. not paikea. and apparently i'm turning korean. so i'm gonna be called mr pak hooi xun. rachel's invention. thank god my hair loks better after i bathe and today. before its was like total korean. i think the woman thought i was korean and shaved my head.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so weird recently. like this and that. but i have no idea what exactly i am anymore. its so mixed up. like everything worst than rojak. and now i feel like crying. i feel guily cause of whatever now. maybe i'll find myself back after making my ic. maybe an identity will help. no idea. i only know i'm dead. i totally forgot anout deadline. cause eye small. then 3 mar became 13 mar. die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why lydia sum didn't turn her lights on when she reached home?&lt;br /&gt;-cause she's sheng3 dian4 xia2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jiayi typed leng3 xiao4 hua4. and i read as leng4 xiao3 hua2. and i type wrongly and it became long xiao hua. dragon small flower. okok adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6218896102778664801?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6218896102778664801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6218896102778664801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6218896102778664801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6218896102778664801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhhh-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5315934828797583524</id><published>2008-02-26T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:02.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS! i'm so high today! so cool ok. like our paper ended at 9! then after that whatever teacher said i only remembered myself asking so many whys about why there's lessons. and i got a beautiful garland today. its red and angbao-ish. cool not! ok i'm losing the mood to blog. OMG! did i tell you? my dad decided to be good and drove me to school. an di reached at 6.15, thus, deciding to sleep. However, i saw 2 flies, too lazy to chased them away and they began entertaining me. then suddenly a bunch of people arrived, and i knew i could sleep no longer. then clarissa came, jolin then deena and i turned into a cabinet. oh. i shall let the photos entertain you. if you found out about my new year clothes then you'll know whats funny, although i don't find it funny. i shall show you my new year clothes without me in them. then some new hairstyle if i'm hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the photos taken the view's weird and colour contrast blah. i took for fun ok.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171284428959877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/R8QXyhypiBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UoNYEm7YPqM/s400/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171278033753573346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/R8QR-Ryph-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2KpkuokEVG8/s400/DSC01720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok. THANKS to all who gave the presents.&lt;br /&gt;deena,ting wai and jolin and JANEEN! -TUBA! its there. its just slightly anorexic. (i'm still amazed by it!)&lt;br /&gt;jovina-octopus (hee. thanks for the running down to ikea)&lt;br /&gt;rachel-packet of food (i haven't really ate any though. is there expiry date?)&lt;br /&gt;keziah-ferrero rocher (i'm still shocked!)&lt;br /&gt;sandra-what is it? some bear thing for all i know. (can you please tell me what it is?)&lt;br /&gt;clare-tofu (you were the first to give!)&lt;br /&gt;gracia-postcard("audrey, you look like a duck" actually i don't get whats so funny.)&lt;br /&gt;xiangyi-postcard(hee. i still remember the punctuality essay you made me do!)&lt;br /&gt;sis-some green soft toy and some soft toy cake keychain. (heh. lets see how i shall use it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss out anybody? tell me no. the above is of no order other then random order. just wanna thank all. and band, class and skating for the birthday songs. and another thank you for all the wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and thanks to the school for a packet of khong guan biscuit and a bottle of NEWater plus deffinitely a cut of water from coolers. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171278038048540674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/R8QR-hypiAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IqMMFGQ7IAk/s400/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna paste a photo of my hair. its HORRENDOUS! i'm so wearing a cap man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5315934828797583524?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5315934828797583524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5315934828797583524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5315934828797583524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5315934828797583524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/02/woots-im-so-high-today-so-cool-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/R8QXyhypiBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UoNYEm7YPqM/s72-c/DSC01721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-8299403099741767790</id><published>2008-02-08T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:40:48.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! heehee. i finally got my screen back to normal. omg. i feel so bored. like seriously someone should just save me. oh. and ah meng died. and jolin's a SADDIST! she was laughing mind you. and there's no one to entertain me. and my blog's dead. and i'm aware of it. wonderful. new year has been cool cool and cool. i'm just getting pissed when i start seeing my new year clothes. tsk. its like like girl. ok whatever. i doubt you'll understand. its like green throughout and no photos. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! i'm bored. my mum's work. no its ust now and she's shopping now. she should have invited me along. i'm like totally shut up. and no noise other than benjamin and and tv with don't know what game. or abigail and zoey with don't know what show or game again. and jamie's acting stupid along with them. and auntie lina is just in the kitchen taking hours to cook fried rice. this is NOT life. "Did i say hot?! i meant NOT!"-white chicks. watched it last night and fell asleep withing 10 minutes. i thought it might be slightly noisier with them around. but its seems worst. AHHH! ok for the first time. i hope my mum's home for me to entertain. haha. anyway my clothes in the wash so she can't wear it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's curry chicken tonight. omg. benjamin become ben then benith and now ah meng. haha. stupid. anyways as i was saying curry chicken and maybe i'll decide to whip something out for everyone too. BUT if it tastes like you don't blame me! ok i'm so bored. i might end up having all the new year goodies in me. jamie can't bite gog zhai(fried curry pok lookalike?) see la. as her to brush teeth don't want. tsk! ok i can't stand janell. she broke my beautiful picture of watching kung fu dunk on mon with ss test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. everyone's gonna swim later. i'm so going to skate instead. HEH! or play tennis. no i haven't change grip er... table tennis then. ok i shall start being harworking and do my work. and i think its stressful man. having to uphold like everything. stress. and you think everything was in your way. then you look again and realise somethign is wrong. its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! oh HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;GONG HEY FHAT CHOY!&lt;br /&gt;CAI SHEN DAO!&lt;br /&gt;oh i gained 16 bucks from gambling. and i started out with $1 bet to the last with $4. haha. then the first $5 is from my dad. but i returned. and i still earned $16 bucks. not bad ok. i earned like 3 times. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-8299403099741767790?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8299403099741767790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=8299403099741767790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8299403099741767790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8299403099741767790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-819523068013395052</id><published>2008-02-03T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:12:35.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates:&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 sucks! or thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad i survive through that many tests. can't imagine the rest of my years. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i'm haing dinner!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;as usual maggi mee. but its tom yum. then i wanted to microwave hargow. *expired* anyways, so i microwaved it then got fed up and threw it in my soup. and its so hard now. i think cause i microwave too long already. i shall finish it up still though. FINSIHED! ok if i don't go school its the hargow. not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't bathe either. i'm so lost about what to blog. oh. i never knew green apple milk tea was green tea milk tea. thank god it taste ok. if not ar. my sis owes me a drink. ok i want my wallet back. i'm missing my wallet. ahh! 29.90+20.00+anout a 100. thats the amount everything is in total. tsk right. ok i'm so looking forward to new year for that break. but i'm not looking forward to 15. surprising. i don't wanna be sec3. i actually kinda made a resolution to study hard even to the extend of forgoing all my weekends and tv. the worst ok. no life. how ar. nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloycia: CHEER UP! everyone is different and special! :D being who you are is whats important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really don't know what to say. i feel like going back raffles. should i? then again i'm so lazy. i go only remind me of all the weird things. suddenly i don't know why i'm reminded of flavia either. weird like anything. and my class now already beginning to have conflicts. i'm frighten too. but on the other hand. i go to school to study. so focusing on studying is more important. and i shall clarify everything before i have to take over. like understand everything. so ALL THE WAY! to me. hhahhahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-819523068013395052?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/819523068013395052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=819523068013395052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/819523068013395052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/819523068013395052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates-sec-3-sucks-or-thats-not-point.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6809743678600479524</id><published>2008-01-20T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:16:31.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! ok long time no blog. seriously i'm wondering if i should delete this post. like so much happen lately. too many to blog. this might come late. but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TING WAI! wanted to ms you at 12 but kinda like too sleepy. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i don't know what to blog. the only think i can think of is to sleep. dead tired. tsk. actually i woke up at 1. meaning awake for like 12 hours today? ok whatever. its time to sleep. the om is the worst personnel in school man. she's damn grand that everybody actually waits for her arrival. but not her face thank god. ok tomorrow must await her arrival again. oh no. tomorrow's the first of 5. i'm already dreading everything. tests are gonne start all over again soon. band's gonna be tiring again. nbc's arriving. actually 5 more months. but it means only a few practices to memorise all fingerings. then the rest would be just pitching, rythm, tone, colour, etc. i want holiday. i told my mum i want to take leave from school today and as usual, dao me. tsk right! i need a leave! not a long break though. if not when i wanna catch up it'llbe hell. ok whatever. i better sleep if not i'll be panda tomorrow. and i can so advertise for mtm. my sis found a patch of white hair today. damn scary. aargh! i'm so going to dye my hair one day. say only la. okok bye! sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6809743678600479524?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6809743678600479524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6809743678600479524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6809743678600479524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6809743678600479524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-ok-long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1899222599479619234</id><published>2008-01-08T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:26:44.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! it has been last year since i blogged. haha. omg la. sec 3 life is so damn cool. like you get nice teachers although i don't know why i get weird teachers. i think my teachers are damn cool. its like she will strut to class and the first word that comes out of it is WAHBIANG! best a not? then there'll be another teacher that goes erectrons. wrong or WRONG?! and i get a quiz the very next minute and the answer would be like her majesty. pro. another will come in and kinda seem to act a play out or demand a VERY welcoming greet. or you get a teacher that when she sees 3 band members, she'll go HAIZ... told you i have AWESOME teachers. oh. and i have another teacher that super sarcastic that scolds me indirectly by telling my partner loudly. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time for so long. i haven't slept in class. i bet thousands are surprised. omg can. like sleep. the teacher that i got might bring a chopper the next time if i EVER feel like sleeping. and like i did most of my hw. i only owe once. nicolette twice. who's the good girl? AUDREY! oh! i'm like oudrey now. wonderful can. stupid rachel scare me with the singalion thing. what courtesy campaign! go die. and the key is irritating. it seems to like getting stuck at the door. but thank god its like repaired. i bet i'll be deleting this blog soon. its like sec 3 no life i think sec 4 death. haha. but sec 3 is still quite amazingly good for now. its like i get quite a weird partner you see. and one that quites drinking water everyday. and another that goes i need to shit beside me too. i'm like totally at the corner/side/back. get it?! yes. good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh. your specimen no stage fright ar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1899222599479619234?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1899222599479619234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1899222599479619234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1899222599479619234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1899222599479619234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-it-has-been-last-year-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-311884703449784726</id><published>2007-12-29T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:21:00.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to the nuts. if i never ever get to see you till the new year. if time will ever stop and bring us all back to where we used to be. no matter what we turn out to be. i just wanna wish us all the very ever best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and to qiqi, i don't know when i'll ever get to see you, you have liven up my year. always lighting up my soul whenever the flame get blown away. you have been my cracker. a cracker that keeps me smiling through the darkest nights. don't forget. its nj next year not crescent. don't go the wrong school or wear the wrong uniform but definitely just keep the same mindset. do come back. don't lose your track or goal in life alright. we'll always be wishing the best for you. JIAYOU! we're always just a ring away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to ty and jovi, same class eh? stop the quarrels alright. having each other might be the best thing in your life. see you next year yeah? jovi! your belt's still with me. and ty, don't just get hooked up with shows and planes. there's more to life. like me. hahah. ok joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to deena and jolin, anything update MUST tell me ok. you 2 are the wackiest and craziest ever. you have been my pressure doing pbl though but it has been something really nice. oh. check the net man. we got chosen ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to janeen, eventhough we won't be in the same class, and you'll be in the same class as jessie. but if you do ever need help. we'll be there for you. if you lose your way, just think back. and yes. please stop cutting your hair. cut anymore and i'll shave it for you ok! i wouldn't want to see you beat me in having the less hair alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and to you all, no matter where you are. i'm always a ring away. just give me a call and i'll help if i can. even if it only means cheering you up. although you won't hear that much lame jokes or egoness anymore from me. but deena you still have jolin for the egoness. and lets keep in contact alright! i don't know how my life will turn out next year. but no matter what. i just wanna wish the best for all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-311884703449784726?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/311884703449784726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=311884703449784726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/311884703449784726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/311884703449784726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5246855318203819043</id><published>2007-12-29T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:04:59.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. yesterday was great to my. but it seemed bad to everyone. its like wonderful. the day began with jokes and ended with more jokes. like i trying to trick nadia that i forgot to bring the charger. then xiangyi fell for it too. BUT the thing was. it wasn't a trick ok. its like i brought the bottom part of the charger without the top part. searched for it for an hour. as in just the top part anywhere. so last attempt was like ty. thanks anyway. ok not very funny ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then next was like games and stuff. ok i tell you ok. this is the saddening part man. its like after all that we've plan we JUST had to shorten everythign by like a half hour. cause why! cause the sec 4s being the main. was LATE. and delayed everything. but since it was for them we don't have much of a choice. so took out our games section which we begged for alright. and i mean begged. whats the use anyway. so in the end. everything went like this and that and not very well actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so was section lunch. for the first time i TALKED i mean like in section stuff. ok good improvement. :D walked to tiong since jiayi forgot to bring wallet. then me and tessa owe 6 in total to teng hwee. and return so it went to jia yi in the end. ate at tiong. and not mos since jolynn just wanted to visit her fellow aunties. but no one was there ok. ok lunch blah. found out shocking news. then waited for bus. tessa's idea. told her it'll be faster if we walked. so went back half hour late in the end. half of don't know what show. quite nice la. i can be director. i could tell they would win. actually all movies are the same. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then was syf. ok xiangyi is so fast ok. i forgot i was suppose to go set up and stuff while the movie goes on. so point xiangyi got what i wanted to take, the microwave. she looked dead when she returned. so was syf. it was suppose to be in the hall. brought 15 tables up. and what happened! changed to mini forum. irritating ok. so blah. went to get ice. god. the ice were nuts. then went to dawson place to get stuff. walked there. my idea. anyway. went with wong and yong. never knew they were so equally crazy. nicolette that one i knew all the way. roslina i didn't. haha.being jokers on our way, me, izzati and olivia. all five of us. we ran our olympic through the park with the torch on my hands. ok. we ran and we marched. and we sang. and STARES came at us. but whatever. nothing matters as long as there's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you know its kinda disappointing when you get everyting planned and ready and suddenly people starts leaving disappearing and not doing anything. so anyway everything was done and ready. but i tell you ms low ONCE AGAIN played a slideshow of photos. and yours truly photo appeared. as what?! NEO PRINT OK! wah. i tell you i'm so going to dao sandra for a week ok! set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok anw. conclusion is like. whatever it is. its over. for a once in a while, shouldn't it just be worth it. what matters is that we did put in our very best. you know i don't know why. but it just seems to be true. well at least to me. when you give it your all, its always the most disappointing. but when you do nothing at all, its then the best. its just true. so if you aren't happy about yesterday, then please be. cause nothing's gonna be like yesterday. its a past, not a present nor the future. so its over. let it be. move on always work harder. only then we'll travel further and like improve right. ok if you think it was bad. i just wanna tell you. its the best so far. i'm not lying, not even a half truth or a half lie. trust me. cause i can tell you, i'm disappointed. BUT i found out 1 thing. its worth it. we did it for the others not for ourselves. you did great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. here's it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thanks to ty......*drum rolls*...... for the charger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thanks to xiangyi and nadia......*drum rolls*......... for all the planning and effort! you did cheer us all up. despite we were sad and feeling helpless and all. no matter what. you've been there. so TOAST to you both alright. you didn't fail us as seniors or so. but in fact the best seniors we might ever get. so cheer up alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thanks to rachel, keziah and jia hui......*drum rolls*........ thanks for being there. cheering anyone or everyone up. or whatsoever. and thanks for the gift, keziah for the choco and rachel for the pouch eventhough i do not know how i'm ever going to use it. but thanks. and jia hui, i heard you helped a lot. so here's to you too. thanks. although i'm not very sure about what and how you helped but since you've helped, here's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;not to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thanks to wong and yong........*drum rolls*........ although you might not know what and how you've helped. but yong thanks for the banner helps. we are both VERY extremely sick and tired of it already. am i right? but since its a once a while, it should at least be an alright, yeah? and you two, helped a lot. i'm serious. you gave us what many didn't and its moral support. you followed us on our trips. made us laugh, died of your tickles and all. it was the best gift from you both yesterday already alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the junior leaders.....*drum rolls*...... no matter how senior we get. no matter how junior we'll still be, don't forget, as long as we stay as one, nothing will be against us. nothing can bring us down. it takes more than just one alright. buying the groceries and getting everything ready and planned. well, it might just be the smallest thing. but it has been out biggest thing hasn't it. we had fun. it was a memory. it was a chance for us to be together. go out there get wacky, act dumb be dumb and all. we did it in the end, as 1. so what. now that we're going to be sec 3. despite it only being 1 more year down the road, it'll be the best that it can be. we'll make it the best. we will show who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the best........*drum rolls*......... the band, the bold and the beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sec 1s, i don't know how your souvenirs are going. but i'll just tell you to never do last minute. do it as one. don't give each other up. just hang on, you'll be able to heave a HUGE sigh of relieve when its done, yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and sec 2s, nothing beats then the bond and spirit that keeps us together. no matter. lets just be as one. despite whatever challenges we face, lets just face it together. we might get lesser in number. but never in power. we'll shine. i'll need you all even if you don't need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sec 3s, no matter how bad you think you are. just make the best out of the reminding of whatever thats left. time passes quick. so no matter what the clock just ticks away. since you can't stop it why not use it. if i say you have been great all this while, would you believe it? but i'm serious. you are great. you all have great potential. i just wanna thank you all for the advices and coachings. even if you are the worst in your eyes, you will still be the best in my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and sec 4s, stepping down won't be the worst in your life. leaving it behind won't be something bad. although you may sound unwanted, but you have never been. you have always been there for us all this time. and we know it. thank you for all this wonderful time. and since you have to move on in life. so why not just leave it behind, not looking back, not hesitating, just continue and always treasure without a single regret. we won't let you down. we promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and alumni, although we all aren't very close or as familiar to you. but definitely we can sense your presence and spirit with us. always wishing the best for us. with your wish and our wants, we'll all soar to greater heights. we'll be invincible never defeatable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and to my section, we'll be the best that yet can be. we'll blow the ceilings down. make the world tremble at our feets. cause the walls to fall and all. definitely, you have been my dearest section ever. although i'm alone in my level in the section, but i'll promise you all a no way in letting anything qo down the drain alright. one day that any of us are alive, the spirit shall never die. all the best in all our various upcoming events. always being the best that we can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the way, CGSSB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5246855318203819043?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5246855318203819043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5246855318203819043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5246855318203819043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5246855318203819043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/y-o-y-o-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6149454342157216924</id><published>2007-12-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:03:19.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH! shucks i didn't save. ok anw. irritating. the moment i came back. the first shocking news is there's band tomorrow. i was still planning of making myself high and all and finish up my work. tsk! ok. then band. did banner but it ended up ith me looking more like the banner. then pack. and not done ok. so must finish again. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok holiday was like... don't know what to say. oh the best treaten on earth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie:[throughout the WHOLE holiday] BARNEY SAY MUST SHARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should totally ban her from watching those uneducational shows. oh and my cousin kept dancing non-stop. and my auntie went. stop dancing ar i tell you. if not i ban you from watching those shows. hahah. those shows refer to highschool musical. haha. damn funny. and another cousin kept walking like a dog so she got scolded for walking like a dog. kids nowadays are too creative far from imagination man. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day:&lt;br /&gt;the moment i woke up. the first sentence i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: the w.c. stuck&lt;br /&gt;me: huh&lt;br /&gt;dad: ask mummy she did it.&lt;br /&gt;mum: no la. i only went to clear my system. oh don't open the toilet seat cover ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth can. hahah. w.c. is toilet anyway. haha. best! oh the first jamie said the moment she woke up cause zoey and i was complaining to her how bad a sleeper she was. then she turn to zoey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie: last night you kick me eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. it cracked me up. hahaha. yeah. what you wanna know about china. the accent also can. haha. oh macau people are not loud. but SUPER loud. imagine louder than qiqi. like 2 or 3 times louder. headache ok. haha. anyway. time to sleep. its like 12.32. shit i wanna do work. sure rain later. i actually wanna do my homework. haha. oh saw deena today and HEAR ok! no.1 screamer. haha. cause i touched her neck with my very cold and wet hands. hahah. oh totally knew jolin was ego. deena you want paste convo not haha. oh i made jolin appear at my doorstep and she call me to open the door man. people house got bell don't want to use. zhen si de! haha. i'm like bullying janeen now. but she's using block to threat me. ok. i'm just hoping no one i know next year gets in trouble irregardless of which class we go into man. just can't imagine the class without nuts. without qiqi in school. dread. i don't even know if its a good thing changing classes. i hate it when we have to change classes. i'm damn shy one ok. i hate standing up. i hate being off and weird. i hope i'll have fun. i only know rachel and nicolette man. bad or bad. maybe i'll know more. like how my first clique was in crescent. its like viona, hannah, deena and jolin ok. its like raffles. but i'm not sure why silvana wasn't in and nadine. but yeah. next year maybe it'll be a band clique. oh i know syahirah. sp? ok good can't remember who i know already. it better be good. whatever. finish homework then talk about class next year man. like no homework still talk about school reopen. haha. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6149454342157216924?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6149454342157216924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6149454342157216924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6149454342157216924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6149454342157216924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhh-shucks-i-didnt-save.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6323454025937611499</id><published>2007-12-11T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:58:45.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! ok final post. i might even be too lazy to post even when i come back or after section outing. so yeah. back on 18. sms me if anything happens since i'll be back way early on 18. ok. so yeah. today's er... wednesday. tuesday. ok monday. monday was band chalet. there 3 nice men. 1 includes my dad. he seems to have gone bonkers and decides to fetch keziah, roslina and sandra. he almost fetched fadhillah home too. but it was a bit too far so she went back with finalia. oh. the best part of the day. the linda chasing the tram or was it the tram chasig linda. (olivia's being real wacky now. and she gave mhope but dashed it again. she's online and i thought she's in singapore. but she isn't ok. i forget indonesia has internet too. T.T) anw. linda was like running before the tram. and sweechen said that she'll ask the bus uncle to wait for her. and see who reach the next stop first. so linda being smart ran to the next stop with a lot of walking. and the tram began to move. hahaha. so later i think it seemed as if the tram was chasing linda. anw. the winner that reached the next stop first was linda. yay for her. but it was real funny. hahahha. (i think olivia is a weirdo. she's talking something i don't understand again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway. this is for nerice, olivia and izzati.&lt;br /&gt;omg. olivia's FINALLY making sense. hahahah and its quite fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;anw. nerice and izzati. olivia will be online once in a while i think so anything can ask her. and she'll be back on 24 while i'll be back on 18. got it? THEN some games that we came up with. olivia and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) chain pictionary&lt;br /&gt;2) pass the message (a bit lame though)&lt;br /&gt;3) maybe just maybe amazing race. BUT there's alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. you 2 try and brainstorm. come up with ideas we compile and stuff. don't forget we need to think of the venues and time and what to bring and stuff so yeah. cannot last minute. anything you have each other. after 18 you can call me already. if not you'll hear an indian song don't blame me. NOT sung by me ar. say first. hahah. ok go and think k. i try to go china and maybe find some gifts for the sec 4s or so. while olivia do that in indonesia. ok? SET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. thanks keziah and roslina for wishing me a safe trip la huh. and maybe deena. but she asked me to get souvenir for her man. TSK! haha. oh jolin's orchard road's in her bag. best or better. i think bestest man. hahha okok. i better go bathe i'm leaving in about 2 hours time. so yeah. BYE peeps. actually my flight's at around 7 but reach at 5 so must leave at around 4 and get ready by 3. i'm like still in pyjamas can. and like its 2.07. ok bye bathe time. i'm so gonna smell nice later. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6323454025937611499?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6323454025937611499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6323454025937611499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6323454025937611499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6323454025937611499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-ok-final-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1452960837176989849</id><published>2007-12-04T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:34:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! ok just back from skating. i took my skates off and guess what. i can smell perfume man. hahah. joking. actually its odourless. haha. its new what. and i didn't wanna wear guards so i only wear wrist guards. haha. security guard. ok random. oh. i was skating and then there was this guy cycling. and he smiled at me. omg. i almost fell. hahaha. then skate and my dad gave me a fright cause he suddenly appeared. hahah. oh. but the main point is I DIDN'T FALL TODAY! WHEE! hahah. oh i finally remembered to drink brands. omg. haha. oh i'm the best. i skated and yet i have low blood pressure now. pro can. haha. i was skating and then suddenly the trees were spinning again. maybe that was why pei lin was spinning in front of me. just maybe. haha. so whatever. i'm quite puzzled. why i always get lbp but yet my family are ALL hbp. seriously. but whatever. brands better work. haha. not that i wanna get hbp but ya la. like that lor. omg. there's this ghostly sound at my house for don't know how long already. its like the car get stuck and keeps going the engine thing. damn scary. hahah. haha omg. i just realised something. the first thing i did in the morning was to sit on the table. hahha. ok. i'm the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1452960837176989849?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1452960837176989849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1452960837176989849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1452960837176989849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1452960837176989849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-ok-just-back-from-skating.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3242302471853409723</id><published>2007-12-03T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:32:07.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When music fails to agree with the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then i t has missed its point," maria callas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all makes sense now. i used to think that music was easy. i used to think that its just notes and scores. black and white. and that there's no difference in anything or like any bands or so. and its like just piano music and there's like nothing special. and there's nothing different about bands. like after all they're all sound. and sounds and noises are just what the ears detect. after all everything are just something that can't be used, touch or seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, every single sound or noise seems to have quite an influence on me. negative or positive. its like when i hear a music i will stop and pause and actually listen and try to understand what it means. its like i used to listen to songs and just like them. but now i actually look into its lyrics. ok. this might so totally sound insane. but its true. i don't know why either. heh. its band after all. i don't know. i miss band. its too long a break, yeah? i feel odd without band. no awesome music to work on. no bassy sound. no black and white scores to look at. no rhythm to feel. no tempo to move along with. no fast tonguing or so to have good intonation. no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. no reasons to step out of the house and not do homework. sighs. i feel weird and lazy and everything. i feel like skating but butts stuck. i feel like shopping but tv programmes appear. everything that i do has a reason to stop it. and of course i give into temptations. its the holidays. what do you expect right. so yeah. ok whatever. i got a wallet today. i'm not sure if i like it. it seems ok but then again not. i don't know. its like not cloth. and not brown. yeah. you get it. but i bought it. so guess i'll just use it. heh. i'll still shop for wallets with you if you want. oh. pencil case. ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do list:&lt;br /&gt;1) drink tea, milo and finally coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm drinking tea. 2 more to go. haha. its like 10.40 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so practically 1h 20 mins to go. 40 mins each. good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2)do at least 1 maths question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally found a calculator with tan, sin and cos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the tablet calculator. irritating. but at least it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moral of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't say that your sister or whatever is stupid or dumb. cause its all in the genes... or maybe it all just comes back down to YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3242302471853409723?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3242302471853409723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3242302471853409723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3242302471853409723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3242302471853409723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-music-fails-to-agree-with-ear-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3424711667459960114</id><published>2007-11-29T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:01:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah. ok i edite the previous post. i just remembered some things on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa: do you want the yamaha bag? its yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;pei lin: huh yamaha. don't want. yamahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;me and tessa: stare at each other and went yamahahahahahaha together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. i still think its damn dumb. hahahaah. omg. yamahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh my sis can act as chinese scholar and be mc for musical evening. ok. i'm watching deal or no deal. and it says case 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie: elewen! elewen!... lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. you get the idea. imagine chinese scholar for musical evening. it'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mc(chinese scholar): miuzikal ewning tiu tousand sewen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm a meanie. hhahaha. oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel: moosical eveeening thru throusand serwen - you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said if its me it'll be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no that sounds like a cow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that reminds me of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advertisement: smee smee smee smee smoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. today and that dumb nonsense. ok bye. must prepare for my show. SMOO~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3424711667459960114?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3424711667459960114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3424711667459960114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3424711667459960114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3424711667459960114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5411276090785918960</id><published>2007-11-28T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T04:49:47.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i'm listening to the recordings from yesterday. and i realised a 1001 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. actually i typed the 1001 things. but then i decided to delete. whats the point its over plus its like discriminising myself too. so yeah. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. packing and getting ready to leave and all. then section walked past chyi hui.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh hi. the section's there.&lt;br /&gt;chyi hui: yeah. tessa stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;-went back-&lt;br /&gt;me: tessa. did you see chyi hui? she said you were staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;tessa: i wasn't staring at her. i stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think my section is like still angry at her and all. but she did came for the concert. and supported? but i doubt it was our section more like for c2ers. i don't know what to say. i should be the angriest at her. but instead i seem the most nothing one. but she left me alone for that i remember. but since its her choice her decision. i guess i can't do much. its her own life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. today tessa suddenly went. so do you still think ncc is better? and i was like don't know what to say. and my mum went. so how? do you regret joining band still? and its the same question and yes. i was still speechless. i don't know what to say. i'm still speechless. but well. i can't quit now even if i want to can i. frankly speaking if chyi hui didn't quit maybe i have. so yeah. she quitted first. and now i'm alone. making it sound bad is that i have no choice. but if nice. i might be worst in ncc. like there's barrier you see. yeah. so whatever. that question has struck me real hard. i'll go think about it i guess. haha. bye peeps. thanks for coming the gifts and stuff. hope you enjoyed the concert. i really can't believer its the sec 3s last concert. and next year will already be sec 2s alone. with like nbc. and us dealing with syf and concerts and blah. sighs. well. what can i say. nights. oh yes to sum it all. i hate vch. i love cgssb. i love the audiences. i love my conductors. i miss musical evening. but i still hate vch. its the worst hall i've come across so far. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5411276090785918960?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5411276090785918960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5411276090785918960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5411276090785918960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5411276090785918960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3492560433318723871</id><published>2007-11-26T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T04:50:40.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lau my sis is sitting happily on my leg. i took my leg away and she asked for a motorbike. wth. it means my leg btw. aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously i should be bathing. the toilet's waiting already. and the chair's rotting. but the tv has like glue or something. i bet its supar glue. i'm so glued to the tv. dang. i wanna bathe too. i shall invent like what tv in the toilet when i'm older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. random. i saw jolynn today promoting her chocolate's. oh. and her apron is oversized compared to her. please she better be happy. i bought like what 2 SMALL box with the change of 1 dollars tessa gave me. so nice of her right. hahah. my sis just said chao shui(tides) as han shui(perspiration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i was flipping my file today. and i was telling nerice like my section has a culture or tradition or so. our file only has purely the songs we are playing. so i was flipping and cause empty slots so it was like yellow cos the yellow paper is the slots ma. so i went. "EH! yellow pages leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should seriously go bathe before pei lin call me. if not she'll be like here this and that again. i still wanna eat kfc ok. bleh. oh i realised nerice quite very naggy. oh and insecure. every like 10 steps we walk she ask where we are eating la. and every 5 steps we walk she remind me to ask jolynn bout the job. oh. and here she goes again. haha. i sound so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. drawing a bikini is tough ok. thank god its going to be over soon. i'm still left with thousands of so called cards. boohoo. oh. you know ar. the whole band ar. only me, sandra, vishaki, and sec 1 flute jnr plus serene keep chairs ok. wah lau damn kind ar. ok. and i still got scolded. aargh! but whatever its for the band. ahh! concert's tomorrow. ok i'm so fast i know thank you. ahhh. ok solo. ok shut up. i'm asking myself to shut up. before i start thinking of rubbish again. i'm not going to let anyone down ok! and i mean any seniors or juniors. actually practically just tje WHOLE BAND! hahah. i wanna do one band one sound tomorrow. ok thanks to whoever thats going. yeah nuts. thanks. ok la. buy me things ok. i'm joking. i just want it to be a success and not let anyone down or so can already. i'm a simple person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the show is damn funny. they are using mao bi to paint. HHAHAH. ok i'm so sian now. omg. i like big fun. esp when fadhillah sings it. hahaha. oh i was thinking of going to bk for lunch. then rachel was like mabe dk is there. cause both got k you see. and i went. "HAHAH. durian king" ok lame whatever. i wanna bathe already. anbody wanna see. JOKING! hahaha. oh. i forgot what i wanna say. so forget it. ok whatever. ALL THE BEST to you peeps. yep. gtg BATHE! smell me. joking. hahah ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off,&lt;br /&gt;yellow pages(apparently i find it very funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh. i realise rachel's blog only makes me feel dumb.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3492560433318723871?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3492560433318723871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3492560433318723871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3492560433318723871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3492560433318723871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/wah-lau-my-sis-is-sitting-happily-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7678136304256717747</id><published>2007-11-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:35:22.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my third post i know. but thought this is not just lines in the song but something to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always striving to be the best&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt; we shall strive to build,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a better life together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together all the way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here's another not from a song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unity is where strength lies in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7678136304256717747?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7678136304256717747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. ok sorry back again. ok actually i don't really know what to say. but concert is getting too near. you ppl out there might be excited and all. but for all i know is that here i am panicking. i don't wanna make a fool out of myself. i don't care whether its unglam or not. its not about whether the fingerings are right or whether we are tuned enough. i think its just about mastering it now. its really scary. its like for danse diabolique. one note wrong at 62 and you might just be fumbling and stumbling everything already. and if you beathe wrongly at any stagger breathing or solo. there will just be such a big emptiness that everyone will know that you didn't follow or whatsoever. i'm trying really hard esp for now. but whether i can make it is another thing. and i know that the bass is damn important and stuff. but seriously i have been counting wrongly, being unable to breathe, forgetting notes etc. and it only happened today. if before maybe not so bad. i know its just stage fright. now i just wanna conquer the score and reach into the hearts of the audiences. i want it to be the best concert ever. i want it to be better than syf. better than anything. i don't wanna look ahead. i just want it to be a success. i wanna memorize all my scores and play all the high notes without squeezing with just the mouthpiece. i want it to be magically musical. and please we are only talking about rythm and notes. we aren't even talking about articulation or colour. its bad. its way off standard. i know what lies ahead of me. having to adjust to new classrooms and environment. the sec 3s are going to step down. sec 2s taking over. nbc, syf. blah. this are all commitments. by then i have to make sure there's no such thing as stage fright already in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. just wanna say i'm sorry to he section. i have stage fright. don't worry i'll make sure i conquer it. i know its full house but its not going to put anyone of us down. and irregardless of where sectionals are, our sound should still remain. out section will stand strong. support the band. we are going to invert the impossibles. we will make this a once in a lifetime experience. nothing is going to go down to the drain after all that we've done. we've come so far and the remaining hours will just be nothing. we will be one not five. like its said, one band, one sound. we will always be there for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4820071853829493593?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4820071853829493593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4820071853829493593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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weird today. and deena is terrible. she told me the secret only at the door step ok. aargh! i was like damn innocent. and she went "actually right. we ask you along cause jolin's cousins are here" i can so tell you i wanted to faint. i was looking down at the first level again ok. and the best was her cousin's made her boss. and she said hit audrey. maybe not. whatever it is. they just kept hitting me with a pillow. and jolin the "smartass" took a camera and caught me  covering my head with a plastic bag. and er... hiding under her table and er... on-ing the fan to supposedly blow her cousins away. haha. ok dumb i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. concert's is just a turn away. i don't wanna use round the corner its so original. must be unique you see. and yeah. its full house if you heard. and thats a pressure you know. its like another reason why i should never ever freak out. and like blah you get what i mean. its like all these months of practice and obviously its so not going to come down to nothing. and my solo. thats the worst ok. its like total silence and only me playing. and i'm at the sidest most. ok shit. 8 hours of sole. dang-a-dang-o-dang. anyway its full house so come early. even if i malu still come ok. cause the others will not disappoint you. yeah. don't pay for nothing at least. and yeah no refund too. ok i wanna do paper bag and score already. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2301289773462049083?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2301289773462049083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2301289773462049083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;THANKS TO DEENA, JOLIN AND HER COUSINS. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2658344988525376549?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2658344988525376549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2658344988525376549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2658344988525376549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2658344988525376549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-was-really-fun-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5867924646924512926</id><published>2007-11-14T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:17:54.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. got dared by olivia to do this. nice fellow junior leader huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nose: don't want la. so weird. later my tablet oily!&lt;br /&gt;elbow: audrey&lt;br /&gt;tongue: ok. olivia excused me from this!&lt;br /&gt;chin: audrey&lt;br /&gt;feet: audrey&lt;br /&gt;eyes closed and one finger: auftry&lt;br /&gt;back of hand: audrey&lt;br /&gt;palm: audrey&lt;br /&gt;mouse: i don't use a mouse and i don't have a mouse. or do you wanna be my pet mouse. you can squeak!&lt;br /&gt;wrist: audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH OK! done. gosh. this olivia ar. but neevrmind. i'm a way cooler typer than her. thank god i'm not in the same class as her. you know its olivia. she's going to freak me totally with her weirdness. HAHAH. ok sorry. fellow junior leader. you have been doing your job well! keep up the excellent job! haha. entertain me more. ok i'm so totally joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! can you believe it. i'm in like same class as rachel as nicolette. please! this 2 sure bully me for the entire day la. but nicolette spell it! YOU ARE IN TROUBLE! I'M SO GONNA DO MY JOB AND ALWAYS DRAG YOU DOWN FOR BAND! hah! haha. oh&lt;br /&gt;this crazy woman really crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *stare at a weird umbrella thats like slightly flying ok more like skiding across the ground.* EH! LOOK THE UMBRELLA'S FLYING!&lt;br /&gt;nicolette: OH! HAHHAHAHAHAH! ITS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;umbrella STILL flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. seriously. THINK! rachel nicolette audrey. rachel nicolette audrey. rachel nicolette audrey.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER! HAVOC CHAOS NOISY! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok so rachel is havoc&lt;br /&gt;nicolette is chaos&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just NOT noisy! i know&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ling ling yee shan hannah all same class as me. die or live. with yee shan i might die.&lt;br /&gt;ok joking. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5867924646924512926?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5867924646924512926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5867924646924512926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5867924646924512926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5867924646924512926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1613363078952467246</id><published>2007-11-12T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:44:01.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEOUL WAS COOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. first suppose to meet jovi then ty then qiqi then fly down to bugis to meet jolin dee and janeen. then jovi couldn't get out then ty wanted to wait for jovi and ask me to fly to meet qi. then when i was at tiong. THEN i realise that that lpp is going to be late. ok. so i got ps. then A BIT pissed. but nevermind. since i "organised" it. yeah. so took the train to supposedly bugis. but overshot by 2 stops cause i was smsing rachel bout band stuff. and sms and sms. until i realise i was at kallang. so i got off. and wanted to take the trian back. then waiting for the train. i looked down and saw geylang but the station was kallang. ok not the point. then FINALLY reached kallang. and i was still WAY faster than janeen please.anyway. then we the 4 assorted nuts went to tour the place finding for seoul and a toilet for gastric flu. hahah. ok nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;note 1: never follow jolin. she does overly sharp turns like a sudden turn about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah ok. so we finally found seoul and a toilet. then went in. and please people change from school uni to casual wear of course long la. i don't wear dress can! then went out of the toilet and heard a man's voice and turn and saw a woman. ok you get the idea. went back to seoul and saw jovi ty and qi. NOW, jovi needs the toilet to change. some "KIND" soul brought her to the toilet with i bet a lot of sharp turns. and we waited. talk...talk...talk... and i suddenly said musical evening tickets. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"OH! I FOUND A MUSICAL EVENING TICKET IN MY WALLET LEH&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; omg. that sentence can send me to the ground. i'm serious. ok. so i was almost hugging tha wall and laughed till i couldn't stop. please that ticket made jolin search her bags and wallets for an entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;note 2: if anything go missing, ask everyone not just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway paid for the meal first and sat. take the food non stop and ate non stop. while jovi slept. ok not the point. i suddenly thought of an idea. fried ice cream. and qi really went to throw a scoop of ice cream on the hot plate. ok it got stuck there afterwards.blah blah blah. then got out. walked around aimlessly to nowhere with nothing on mind. and ended up at the ground floor. than exchange everything we needed to pass. then janeen suddenly went "ddr" and we stared at her. "dance dance revolution" so we smart asses dragged her down to the arcade in search of a ddr. ok so there wasn't. instead we played basketball.then went back up. blah. and walked again. thinking of whether to take neos while finding for a souvenir. in the end. realised it was to nowhere. and jovi HAS to leave. so she left without a souvenir and we decided to NOT take neos since peenut and chestnut didn't want to. ok. continued walking aimlessly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: why are we walking around in circles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jolin: what else can we do then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qiqi: walk around in squares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. ok sorry. but really laughed my head off. then we kept going triangle oval hexagon pentagon blah blah. then randomly decided to go airport. ok at the airport that tried to make me look down from the escalator. please la. the escalator is super long can. like please its damn high. obviously i didn't look down. i don't wanna sing the school song again. the last time was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh guess what! &lt;em&gt;lameo is lame romeo&lt;/em&gt;. ok nevermind. upon arrival someone went &lt;strong&gt;"omg. lets go eat ice cream"&lt;/strong&gt; ok please. we might have jsut finished but don't know why la. then we really did. wanted hug and die [haagen dazs] but couldn't find so went to swensen's in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ty: 1 banana crumble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jolin: 1 fondue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;janeen: 1 celebrity brownie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: 1 waffle dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiter: so much?! its for 8 persons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us: huh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiter: there's a one for one promotion. today's the last day. its like 1 fondue and you get 1 more fondue free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us: HAHAHAHA oh ok. sorry. we'll order later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. that while we reordered. me and janeen were quarrelling about anything practically the brownie and the waffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;jolin: 1 fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;janeen: 1 celebrity waffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;waiter: thats all. ok later sure order more. not enough one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok best part. we were waiting for the bill. then jolin saw the guy and waved. the uy waved back. HAHAHAH. he thought we were like playing with him or something. oh. another funny part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jolin: i feel like a pig during the holidays man. sure gain weight one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, janeen and qi: FEEL AH! *you sure a not stare*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok then later went home. yep. today was simple once again. its cool. its fun. its weird. haha. love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUTS FOREVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1613363078952467246?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1613363078952467246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1613363078952467246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1613363078952467246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1613363078952467246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/seoul-was-cool-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7615813573746362554</id><published>2007-11-09T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:15:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just remembered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching some tv at the shop nearby while waiting for my turn to buy bubble tea. and the show looked familiar. and i was thinking what it was. then anaconda came to my mind. then it was my turn to order. and i stumbled cause i wanted to say nai cha when i was thinking of anaconda. so i obviously almost said anaconda. ok dumb i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7615813573746362554?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7615813573746362554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7615813573746362554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7615813573746362554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7615813573746362554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-remembered-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5464215621323151298</id><published>2007-11-09T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:56:29.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jolin is CHILDISH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause she says the clothes she bought looks funny on her cause they look mature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! ok back. i've decided not to be emo anymore. CAUSE of a simple reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NUTS and yes. I'M A NUT!&lt;br /&gt;thats us. cause we are who we are. and thats practically our trademark, so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. life was simple today. i was totally happy. its too overly simple. not because i was with jolin ok. cause its like shop. but shop is like go to the shop look look a while. ok go. you know. its really not that i don't shop. but i only shop for like more of street or sports wear you know. yeah. if i tell you i actually went to a sport shop and hang around for almost half an hour just looking around for fun. i guess i'm a bit nutso when it comes to sports asessories(sp?). you can call me along if you wanna go sports shop k! anw. went to eat pasta mania today. jolin eat until damn gross. but i totally very long never eat pasta mania already. so yeah. damn happy today. i need to shop for wallet. but i tell you must be my taste. like my old wallet. i don't care whether real or fake. i just need it to look nice and cloth ok. i like cloth. i don't really like leather. leather is like from animal right. i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps. i guess i'm really back to normal ok. must always remind me to live my app. 10 years well! ok. must be happy and stuff. haha. and not lead the life i used to. and please if i collapse i should still be able to get up on my own. so no worries. i only collapse 3 times so far. so don't worries. it will only hurt for at the most one or two minutes. so yeah. EVEN IF I FALL DURING MARCHING! er... i should be able to get up on my own ok! yeah. if i collapse then say ok. other than that. don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5464215621323151298?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5464215621323151298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5464215621323151298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5464215621323151298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5464215621323151298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/jolin-is-childish-cause-she-says.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1810661201938653411</id><published>2007-11-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:33:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't wanna know. i just want it to be fine. i gotta move on with life. get on with everything i do. if i'm a piece of meat. then just dump it. cause if i am. I'll only be a rotten piece. I'm sorry for interrupting your life. i'll leave. just tell me. be it that way. there's always a bus i can take. there's always another class i can go. there's always another combination i can take. but lastly, there's always another cca i can choose. but since i'm in. i can only tell you. i have tried my best. what more do you want. even if i can be the best. even if i'm the last. i only wanna be able to face myself. not that you are secondary. not that you do not matter. but its your choice. you got a life to lead. so do i. all i can do is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the best. live it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye and farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1810661201938653411?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1810661201938653411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1810661201938653411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1810661201938653411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1810661201938653411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-wanna-know.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-378731696339175012</id><published>2007-10-30T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:03.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydtgsgnVZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YBarWdKofts/s1600-h/nutty+clique.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127187109255796114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydtgsgnVZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YBarWdKofts/s400/nutty+clique.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever and ever... TOGETHER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-378731696339175012?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/378731696339175012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=378731696339175012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/378731696339175012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/378731696339175012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/forever-and-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydtgsgnVZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YBarWdKofts/s72-c/nutty+clique.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-7423609627061895609</id><published>2007-10-30T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:04.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;recently i think i'm blogging things like a week ago things. like things that are long ago. you get what i mean. guess what. last day of school was only 6 days before. and i feels like a months. that how much i miss school already. so what if i go back for band practically countless times. but nothing beats us being together as a class. knowing we'll be there for eachother no matter what. watching a video together eventhough they were just pictures compiled together. despite reading through the words in the class video super fast. and please those words are more than just random. obviously right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. here's something i owe the nuts for a few months already. actually only a grand pok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydcXcgnVVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SvAafWVYeWo/s1600-h/pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127168258644333906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 534px" height="375" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydcXcgnVVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SvAafWVYeWo/s320/pics+009.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jolin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. you and your killing always fail. tsk. class chairperson too. aiya. anyway the year's gone. just look ahead. you have practically tons of my unglam shots too. and i still do not like your cousin. and i still love your tv. oh the floor too. you and my cca always clash. too bad la. when you buy already MUST tell me ok. i need to buy too. must tell me if meeting too ok. be glad i used this photo or else you'll be whining more. haha. known you since p5. next year. i think different class already. if not ar. another 2 years? meaning 6 years. whatever it is. good luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the unglam queen. next year won't be in same class thats for sure. good luck in njc. you gotta be more not say gentle but demure. don't be unglam queen again in njc ok! must aim to be demure queen. sleep less. drink more ji jing. study hard. visit us often too alright! we'll always be there for you still though. we are all just a ring away. but you better pray i don't lose my phone again. the last time was scary. thanks for cheering me up though i got annoyed at you a few times. and the last time i didn't wanna hug you wasn't because of money. it was cause you won't take no for an answer. but yeah. whatever it is. its past. look for the future. make every present worth living for. by the way. i'm totally not used to calling you amanda. i actually backspaced your name up there about 3 times. all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Rydbm8gnVUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F8sHk3fgP-A/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127167425420678466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px" height="332" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Rydbm8gnVUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F8sHk3fgP-A/s320/DSC01490.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ting wai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i was hesitating to whether name you ty or ting wai. but just ting wai shall do. since i'm making this formal. ok at least quite. don't worry  you don't look unglam in that photo. cause you know why! you aren't even looking at the camera! ok well. study hard. don't always say you sure fail maths. its only a mindset. nothing will go against you if you make everything go with you. i know you are a plane fanatic. you are the ultimate plane crazer. even my cousin isn't that crazy. pursue your dream. dreams are just dreams until you make them a reality. i use to think you are nuts. unti li realise, it was me thats without a goal and a dream. so if you think going poly is right, by all means go ahead. after all, its YOUR dream. when you set your mind to it, go for it. do things you know you will never regret. if its your choice, no one can change it. i'll be behind you all the way. make it happen. its the experience that counts and the joy you feel. don't forget. even if you regret going poly or whatsoever. make that regret a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydbmsgnVTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X2MIU53WUEw/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127167421125711154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 591px" height="428" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydbmsgnVTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X2MIU53WUEw/s320/DSC00226.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jovina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't always cry and think about the past and regrets. always think about the future and how you can work on it. its a life you gotta live. not a life you just gotta live. make it fulfilling. don't get disheartened easily. and so what even if you don't have a tablet like anyone else. don't watch dramas just to be in. just be in in your own way. live your life your way. not others way. you live for yourself not your parents or your friends. don't think that your slow just cause your slower than others. you won't know. what if slow is unique? what if its a character. well. think positive. and yes not everyone can always be there for you. not every call you make will be picked up. not every dream or wish you make will come true. even if the calls do not come true. it doesn't mean we are friends no more. but deffinitely, no matter what, we'll just be there. its up to you realise. we'll be behind you that is. likewise, your dream or wish will still be heard and known even if no one ever tells you. even if it doesn't come true. you know its been known. and that an effort has been made. therefore, even if your studies aren't that good. well studies is one thing. if you cannot study then cannot study. no greatest force can make it happen. but make sure your character is there. don't go bad. know and do whats right. just put your best effort. the outcome is just an outcome. what you've been through only you will know. whether anyone sees it is another thing. think positive alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydbmMgnVRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-bSfe8Gh-uc/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127167412535776530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydbmMgnVRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-bSfe8Gh-uc/s320/DSC01494.JPG" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deena:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey grand pok. nice picture isn't it. you took it yourself. don't blame me! captain already ar. must set a good example. continue to lead. and you ar don't always cry ok. don't always so unglam. if you aren't unglam no matter when i call you also doesn't matter right! but i had a good laugh the last time when i called you. remember not. sniff. wo zai kan xi. haha. very funny. remember all the weird and funny stuffs we did together. soon its 14 november. and whether we'll all still be together or whether its only a few of us, let fate and destiny decide. just relax. enjoy every moment you have. don't worry about waking up not being able to walk. cause you aren't me. and yours is just a dream. so just make life worthwhile if you really are afraid. call me if you need help or whatsoever. i'm just a ring away. nuts are who we are. don't forget alright. we can always arrange to meet up some other time. cheerios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Rydbl8gnVQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VN5ENK47DAI/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127167408240809218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/Rydbl8gnVQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VN5ENK47DAI/s320/DSC01499.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;janeen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey. you gotta change maid already ok! remember to go to the agency and get it done. don't frighten your maid away anymore. get alarm clocks that wakes your whole neighbourhood up if there's really a need JUST to wake up for school. don't always be late. must be punctual. its a virtue alright. you won't want to write a punctuality essay again right. but you always have me if you need to write one. don't be emo. cause emo is proven bad for health by me. so yeah. you gotta cheer up. you can always find me to have a game of basketball or waterfight. if you don't wanna open some secrets or so its fine. just don't let everything get so bottled up that it totally affects you or so. stop going to the hairdresser's at least for a while. i'm serious. you are really getting a little bald. just spill your bottle of secrets or explore that angst or stress in you. hairdresser's doesn't help. think of a new method alright! oh. don't forget just yet. MY PAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok finally. heh. NUTS don't forget. we met not because its a coincidence. it can't be that coincidental. if you wanna find a reason. the only reason i can find is just cause we're meant to be. we met because of something called fate. because of something called destiny. and o what if we have nothing in common. at least we have eachother. we all hold memories. memories that we hold are shared among us. only we will know what exactly this friendship means. it ain't that simple. there were seperation but if you realise. the seperations were never forever. we just can't let it go throughout all that we've been through. although we only went home together practically only once. but that once let me realise what a friendship like ours is. being together isn't just being together. its the souls and hearts that are pieced together not just the body or the face we see everyday. we all dress differently and think differently. but all in all. we are just one somehow. so don't worry if that seoul garden lunch or dinner never ever happens. its just a lunch or dinner. thats all for now folks. i gotta sleep. there's band tomorrow. yes. a commitment and supposedly a passion. but yeah i'm in it so i'm gonna make being in it worth it. make everything worth it too for you all alright. it hurts anyone of us just to see you hurt too. we've been throught weal and woes together after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peanut.cashewnut.chestnut.doughnut.hazelnut.walnut.kohkohnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7423609627061895609?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7423609627061895609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7423609627061895609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7423609627061895609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7423609627061895609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/recently-i-think-im-blogging-things.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RydcXcgnVVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SvAafWVYeWo/s72-c/pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-3166648983470237434</id><published>2007-10-27T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:43:07.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school was on thurs. thousands cried and yes. i didn't ok. cool or cool. AND got commanded by jolin ng to do some stupid photo. still order 3. grand a not. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to her i returned to THAT shop again to get it ordered. you know the day before i went like four times. and when i returned again. her recognised me. aren't i'm famous. don't worry i won't be giving my autograph for free. oh plus last tuition of the term. the next is in dec. so too bad. no blah blah ok. HAH! somemore yesterday met 2 of my tuition friends cause you know why! cause i agreed to help some pok to get some puzzle done. one girl one guy. and no its not him. its another. met him twice outside already. on that stupid lrt platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i didn't go for band today. cause grandfather had to shift house. and yes we got a priest. gosh i thought it would be like SOLEMN! in the end it was laughter. my smallest obviously shortest cousin. went to hold the joss stick. and because of her height. it was facing my aunt's BUTT! ok. haha. imagine if my aunt got burnt. and then when they had to bow, most of them just nod their heads. and when they had to stand then kneel then stand and kneel again. most of them just went into hiding. and happily kneel or stand there. another cousin better. people pray all hold joss stick. she went to put on the ledge. and my uncle went to lie on some gate. and it shifted. oh and all my aunties and uncles said that they paid the priest to sing. haha. the priest just stood there and sing for like 10 to 20 minutes? and all of them were chitchatting ok. when the priest was singing. oh gosh. now my grandfather's on the second tallest floor of the "golden pagoda" and a person scared of height like me will have trouble getting up in future. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guess what. rejoice? i'm down with INFLUENZA! ok make it cheem only. haha. flu la. i'm gonna SNEEZE! AAAAHHHH CHOOOOOO!!!!!!! and my aunt took my blanket!!!!!! and i have no blanket and yes. i'm freezing. grrr... GOSH! my cousin JUST peed on her panties. thats cos she isn't wearing shorts below her dress ok. don't think wrong! tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i went IMH! Institute of Mental Health. NOT because i went to check in ok. please la how can a person like me check in man! but the people there are ok la. only a bit different. and a bit scary but they were "locked" up in their wards. so it was ok. got free dinner and goodie bag. cool right! got one woman who went to visit also very funny. hahas. she was like what. her neighbour's sister got discharge.then every midnight she will start singing karaoke. haha. i thought only janeen will. but at least i know janeen dances in the middle of the night. weird right! oh by the way i was a VOLUNTEER! not a patient! deena read ok! not in between the lines. read the words!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3166648983470237434?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3166648983470237434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3166648983470237434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3166648983470237434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3166648983470237434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-school-was-on-thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-8331775641579334311</id><published>2007-10-25T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:59:31.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jolin sure win 4D and toto alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bpp. talked on the phone with her. and asked her what should i get for lunch. then she keep saying what i very ma fan. and she FINALLY said. nasi lemak. thank god i didn't want to eat that la. and ate chicken rice in the end. cause why. dinner is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASI LEMAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and jolin's one is like SUSHI! curse me la huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh another thing. guess what! my sis is egoer than ME! cause ya know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: go out of the toilet! i wanna pee!&lt;br /&gt;jamie: *continue straying inside*&lt;br /&gt;me: go out. if not i dont bring you go bpp!&lt;br /&gt;jamie: *gets out* i very good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i almost fainted on the spot la. and no its not in the blood. oh and the other sis is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *come back, put my bag down and saw a "painting" [her painting the paint very diluted. and i can read her painting cause it only goes &lt;em&gt;zoey&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;zoey: cool not. thats blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt; i almost fainted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! guess what. i'm eating fishcake and it says "peel me". haha. no la. is cause i peeled the skin off the fishcake. then savour the flesh. cool right! i know. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. my sis says wth?! so hip right. then later my parents and scold me for bad example again HOW?! and she obviously doesn't know how to use it either. "what the hell what!" you say leh? obviously don't know how to use right. jamie is playing snap. and she arranged all the cards properly already. and puts out one card after another. and its like all can snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! i told her that my my hand dirty and that i can't play snap. and randomly asked if she wants to help me clean. and her reply is the best ok. "ok. er... my t-shirt? my hand? my armpit?" GROSS RIGHT! i'm so going to choke my toilet bowl with my dinner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what. i called deena just now and i thought she was at home. plus it was super noisy. then someone went "hi audrey. you know who i am?" then i was like "yeah la. charlotte what. the one with the&lt;em&gt; sexy voice!"&lt;/em&gt; i smart right! yeah! ok BYE! i'm gonna watch son of the mask. i'm daughter of the mask k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther: i finished my dinner&lt;br /&gt;             long long long long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;me: in a faraway land right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see so creative. oh reaceive and cool lock k! same as my ak. i'm gonna miss... AK! nutty clique and some other random peeps. but actually a lot of things are incomplete now. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO lets put our hands together and give a round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME THE HOLIDAYS! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and no job. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-8331775641579334311?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8331775641579334311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=8331775641579334311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8331775641579334311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8331775641579334311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/jolin-sure-win-4d-and-toto-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6412558774645955237</id><published>2007-10-23T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:09:01.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't some people let others have it their way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't we decide for ourselves when its stated its our life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't we do what we want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't you just let others free instead of always pinning them down&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND it just has to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone does thing for a reason. its the same. i have my own reason. if seeing me lying paralysed on the bed is what you want then take it. forcing me is the same. its not about you already done halfway. eventhough you do not like things done halfway just cause its your hardwork. its the same to me. i don't wanna complete the other half. what can you do. come after me with a doctor and heal me? even so you need at least a few months ok. you just want to do things against my wishes. you just like to have things your way and not let others have a chance. you always have a reason to threaten me. you two just like putting me in a spot. if thats your wish. i choose to quit. you were never once the reason i joined. so what if the whole world's coming down hard on me. i believe there's a way out. somehow. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU WILL &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; BE IN CONTROL OF ME!&lt;/span&gt; i just wanna fight for what i think is right. after all you did everything without my approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;oh. some night i forgot. i ate cup noodles cause i was plain bored. then a few hours later. being me. i was lazy to clear my rubbish. SO a smartass like me decided to just eat my dinner and like stuff my rice and dished in the cup noodles that cup and just eat it. and throw the whole thing away later. smart right! i know. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays. there's practically nothing to do except to eat sleep watch and stone. but finally there's work. but great i left my book in school. gosh ok. now i gotta go chase my dad for 138 bucks. and see if i can get an excuse and just pay 118. dumbass. i hate 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks to you. i officially hate kuehs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6412558774645955237?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6412558774645955237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6412558774645955237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6412558774645955237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6412558774645955237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-cant-some-people-let-others-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1734820436616909947</id><published>2007-10-18T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:24:19.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: white; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;I HATE LIZARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;hahas. ok. later i get scolded. gawd la. today was a JUMP and a TEAR and a HOP day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;morning: mum sms-ed said not going for musical evening. i was pissed. then was like forget it. and ok back to normal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;later. JUMP first 2 papers i got back was like 2As! then was like WHEE WHOA BOOM!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;then english. Wah lau! I was so freaking scared I CRIED even before I got the paper. Like a few tears. Then in the end I pass. Wah I tell you. ZUMP FOR ZOY ar! Ok that isn’t the point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Then was like what DnT. Quite pissing actually. Cause its like. A1 to B3. but ok la. Not so bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Then science. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: gray; mso-color-alt: white; text-effect: engrave"&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; it would turn out well. In the end. It was a HUGE piece of shit k. wah lau I cried. I went for band bad mooding like shit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;AND some lizard JUST had to tell me something about eng and what shit ok. I PASS I jump already. Still expect more than what I want. Damn idiot. Lizard jiu shi lizard. Since, I totally bad mood all the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Then was like combine sec 1 and 2. turn out that the tbones forgot to play and ppl like me got solo happily playing away BUT yet wasn’t informed to STOP playing! Then BREAK. And I don’t know. I got freaking pissed at myself cos I kept doing stupid things. Like things I’M NOT SUPPOSE to. Then went to take a basketball and PLAY. Shoot. Ok then was slightly more alright. Then turn out tessa wasn’t actually very in the good mood. Both of u I guess for the first time we actually didn’t quite talk about random stuff. Then only &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;pei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; lin was actually quite rather normal. so yeah. Then during sectionals. Tessa was like super busy and ran almost the whole school. Then I was just trying to slack. But was already so pissed I couldn’t. then went through quite a lot with juniors. Practice quite a lot too. Oh &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;pei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; lin had to leave early too. Then time to pack up. Saw xiangyi and she was like also not ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Then suddenly I felt ok. I realize I wasn’t that bad. Then yeah. Kinda cheered up. See so sacrificial. It might be one’s sadness. But it could cause another’s day to really brighten and coloured up. Yeah thanks. :D cheer ups! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh. wanna thank &lt;s&gt;gracia&lt;/s&gt; cause she told me I could copy for eng if not I doubt I’ll pass too. Eventhough I totally doubt she’ll read it but yeah. Thanks! :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Then was band over. Had to HOP round the parade square for punishment cause didn’t do section board. Then later Went to collect photos. Saw it. Had a slight good laughter. Then yeah. Day was like weird.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Conclusion: JUMP, TEAR and HOP!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体"&gt;Oh. thanks to all those that comforted me. er… nuts and bandits in short. Cause long seriously a bit the long. So yeah. Thanks! Oh qi. Sorry bout that 13. but hey there’s a plus 1!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1734820436616909947?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1734820436616909947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1734820436616909947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1734820436616909947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1734820436616909947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-lizards-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1252481382879275233</id><published>2007-10-18T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:04.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RxciPfEu0hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jxs-BNzXaAY/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122600750591955474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RxciPfEu0hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jxs-BNzXaAY/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NICE HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1252481382879275233?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1252481382879275233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1252481382879275233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1252481382879275233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1252481382879275233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e2_H3FelYI/RxciPfEu0hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jxs-BNzXaAY/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-6522817007383099168</id><published>2007-10-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:51:55.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU DICK, YOU KNOW I DO. (L) I REALLY LOVE YOU, BOYFRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I LOVE YOU QIQI, FOR FIXING MY S. uh i mean ASS. :) as in seriously, she fixed my ass la. THANK YOU YUP! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i love janeen too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6522817007383099168?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6522817007383099168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6522817007383099168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6522817007383099168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6522817007383099168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you-dick.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1985493193314898677</id><published>2007-10-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:59:25.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! i JUST deleted the WHOLE post! DIE! aargh! stupid jolin and rachel. ok whatver reblog i guess. BUT this time i'll cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. before assembly was wild time. especially the part where i reanacted deena on the phone while watching her show. then assembly. name got called. went to gind ang ku kueh. waith for her for 20 mins and in the end she talked for 5 mins. and therefore during the wait. i tarted marching up and down with the mr bean's march. ok whatever. then i chiong up to ensemble room for movie screening. ok thats how addicted i am to tv with a lot of controlling too ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall so totally skip my lyrics and music and lyrics song thing. whatever but qi qi's arm is nice to smack! :D oh. i sang stand by me while qi sang her beautiful girl. fun fun. oh qi and her gummy! oh then joling drag me out of the ensemble room to the canteen for her drink. -.-! ok then blah blah recess! got food and omg. my money ok nvm. whatever. then went to get brainpower paper. then making quite some noise outside staff room i think. then ms low opened the window "audrey, shhhh" and i went "huh" and she was like "dont make so much noise". then blah. did brainpower thought rubbish. and yes it was................................................................boring. then dismiss.dicussed actions........ got half done the other half some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to get skates. and got smacked by BOTH rachel and ang ku kueh on head for dont know what. then anw tessa there also. and called jovina over. and she seemed to fly over. then we ALL collected skates except tessa cos he ngiao. no la. cos don't fit. then after i complaint a while more i left. then JACK'S PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the journey it rained. and we were like omg. rain. then braved the rain to jack's place. laughed like hell. eat more than unglam. and oh. someone dropped her cup so loudly until cannot already. ok so left. then comics collection. stoned and then takoyaki. got it and MY HOUSE! yeah. turned out that my i was sleeping. and so took out x-box and unluckily none of the cds wanna work. then ended up watching one mroe chance (3 ge hao ren). and yeah told rachel all the information wrong except the ending. i love the car park attendant. damn cute. still wear helmet. then sent her home. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh outside staff room near arts con. i heard my name turned and i'm like HUH?! caue apparently it wa gracia and xiangyi being spastic hanging out of the window waving. if i was them. i would deffinitely NOT put like half the body out! so scary can! NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1985493193314898677?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1985493193314898677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1985493193314898677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1985493193314898677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1985493193314898677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-i-just-deleted-whole-post-die-aargh.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7778981673613430284</id><published>2007-10-09T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:57:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KONG KONG DIED OF DEPRESSION COS KING KONG DIED!!!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7778981673613430284?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7778981673613430284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7778981673613430284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7778981673613430284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7778981673613430284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/kong-kong-died-of-depression-cos-king.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7073988815945098101</id><published>2007-10-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:25:27.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. today is damn funny. not because i cook ok. i tell you ar. i cook fish, sotong balls, crabstick and soup ok. DAMN NICE! i bet you eat already ar. you sure want a lot more one. my new ambition is to be a cook. and yes i'm joking. hahas. cos my cooking too nice alr. cannot anyhow let ppl try. later everybody make me super busy how. ok nvm. i might accept the job offer if you knee down and beg me. see first la huh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis was talking to me. then i wanted to say hady mirza but instead i said hardy mertens. ok damn dumb i know. and i realised that my teachers are dumb ok. omg. i just got choked my thy own's salivary amylase. and burped as a result. yeah. anyway. realised that my ex form teacher kows that we call her ma da (police in malay). and another teacher(guy) apparently likes to wear dresses and his wife is a lot taller. and another ex-form teacher of mine likes to act as a princess. hahas. ok. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYBODY WANNA SAVE ME FROM &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ART&lt;/span&gt;! i do not have a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marker&lt;/span&gt;! HOW HOW! i know i have. but its... er.... somewhere.... its hiding from me la. HOW! nvm i'll dig a way out. i shall just do my layout first. BYE! poks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey PORK! i'm POK POK GEI! ok random.BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7073988815945098101?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7073988815945098101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7073988815945098101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7073988815945098101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7073988815945098101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7259269012338383459</id><published>2007-10-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:40:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HEY! how i have no idea what to do. i wanna sleep. i wanna sleep sleep sleep. i wana sleep. how.. art. art? art! art?! ART?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DANG! (gue fever) joking. i dont know what to blog now. i'm deaed tired. i'm going to bed. nights. you know my family is so BIG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i made cousins again today. there was a super cute small boy ok. he kept going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I WANT EMPTY PAPER!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then he left the room. and he already did it quite a number of repeated times. then i as like i bet he will like come back in 5 minutes and go i want an empty paper. and he did and therefore i won. he's called erwin. he's bro is like melvin. cool huh. and i realised my that cousin whose birthday celebration is today that he is not 3 but 21. heh. dumb i know. a diff of 19. last year was some zombie cousin.this year edmund? edward? i dont know. next year will be priscilla's then soon kenneth and nlah blah don the line alr. and my uncles are super funny la. next time then say story. NIGHTS! yawn... Zzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i realise the colour coimbi is weird. but whatever. i'm normal and thats what matters. hahas. joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7259269012338383459?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7259269012338383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7259269012338383459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7259269012338383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7259269012338383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-how-i-have-no-idea-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-849384558272693996</id><published>2007-10-03T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:06:36.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! omg. i feel like FLYING. although its exam. but still. MY WORSTESTEST subjects are ALL OVER!!!!! WOAH! FLY FLY FLY! I'M SOARING... FLYING... there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach... if we're trying... yeah, we're breaking free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i watching tv. then they say. be happy and you'll look younger. "laugh more and you'll get stomach muscles." omg. i'm still watching tv. and they cook. as in there's this dish. Its prepared and like the soup or something is in the coconut. omg. how dare they eat me. i'm KOHKOHNUT k! eh. drink more water. its better for the skin. maybe i'll look a lot less yellow! hahas. i'm so going to drink a LOT! ok. get that a LOT! if i pee more not my fault ar! hahas. oh. there's another advertisement. and that stupid guy go put his hand into his throat and stratch can. freaking gross. imagine during exam and someone goes. "erhem... er..." and a hand in the throat. omg. disgusting. ok nvm. ok la. i havent bathe. No. i finished bathing. hahas. you know i've been blogging since hours back. ok watever. i'm actually wearing long sleeve. HOT man! *hint* ok joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-849384558272693996?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/849384558272693996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=849384558272693996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/849384558272693996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/849384558272693996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1149780657754281211</id><published>2007-09-29T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:45:52.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mooncake or roti prata?&lt;br /&gt;ok mooncake for supper.&lt;br /&gt;roti prata for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;cause mooncake cold nvm&lt;br /&gt;roti prata cold must mind.&lt;br /&gt;but if hot like me then of course i won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;hias. ok its sighs plus haiz. random. i dont know. i'm bored. and this is my unique way of entertaining myself. oh. roti prata is my exam's food. or cuttlefish maggie. they are so delicious. i shall cook it for you! and milk tea is my exam's drink plus brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! hahas. i love my maid! i see curry. although its from the can. BUT its delicious. JANEEN! ARE YOU ZEALOUS! delicioso! ok my prata looks damn weird though. ok it tastes weird. but whatever. my dinner is prepared even with me lying on my bed! wonderful or WONDERFUL? its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WONDERFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. not blogging time. back to dinner and study! bye! you know why ns men are better than weapons. cos you get to see their heads shaved. ok. some guy from tuition shaved his. cos he's hair was too long. HAHAH! ok nvm. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1149780657754281211?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1149780657754281211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1149780657754281211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1149780657754281211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1149780657754281211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-or-roti-prata-ok-mooncake-for.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2400800539052245225</id><published>2007-09-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:28:55.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think shakespeare's is gay. and how the heck did he get the idea of supernatural HUH! i bet he had witches to give him the knowledge to write supernatural. and he is homo. what  an excellent role model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2400800539052245225?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2400800539052245225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2400800539052245225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2400800539052245225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2400800539052245225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-shakespeares-is-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3493758315050268250</id><published>2007-09-28T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:10:21.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rachel and nerice: eh although i said wo shi jin wan and that you can call me tonight. DO NOT call me. i'll kill you. cos i don't feel like talking. lip crack you know. PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. today my day is suey like dou huey. ok whatever. please la the last time i DRANK soya milk i got gastric flu. i dont wanna try it once again. i want it to be never again. let me tell you why ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.1-came home, finger swollen. kept staring at it. and wondered what i did. and realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         NOTHING. meaning its just swollen for no particular reason. hmpf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.2-ok it just happened. i'm sitting on my bed now. and moved and HIT my piggy hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         down from my bed. and turn and kicked my com. great or GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.3-since yesterday. my ankle has been aching like shit. and my parents go aiya pray la. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         say that its because of the same foot reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.4-great. just found out my another finger is swollen too. cos of champion seminar where i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         a lot of splinters from. the chopsticks are a killer. cant they like file or polish them nicely. at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         least cut it properly right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.5-my lips are cracked. and i sneezed just now and thought i'd just cover my mouth. but yet i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         ended up slapping my mouth. and OUCH my lips almost bled ok. damn pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.6-heard someone's singing today and almost faint on the spot ok. cant stand it. sit so near my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.7-went for tuition and the first thing i saw was papers on my chair. and guess what. i threw at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         the guy behind me. hahas. he didn't realise anyway so who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the list can just go on and on. but i shall stop it with my magic powers. omg. i'm talking to tessa. and this was the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guardian angel. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont knowwwwwwwww aye.&lt;br /&gt;sigh haha&lt;br /&gt;LOL during champions seminar did you see jolynn and nad?&lt;br /&gt;they were sitting tgt hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm suey like dou huey says:&lt;br /&gt;I SAW&lt;br /&gt;nadiah looked so fierce&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even say hi&lt;br /&gt;so did jolyn&lt;br /&gt;jolynn*&lt;br /&gt;ok i rarely ever say hi to them&lt;br /&gt;guardian angel. says:&lt;br /&gt;i said hi to them haha with pl.&lt;br /&gt;so funny&lt;br /&gt;seeing them after so long.&lt;br /&gt;i miss our seniors.&lt;br /&gt;haha sigh&lt;br /&gt;i miss band kinda.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;MY TUBA.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;hiya &lt;br /&gt;i'm suey like dou huey says:&lt;br /&gt;TRUE&lt;br /&gt;i havent even practised on my mouthpiece&lt;br /&gt;i only touched it to take photos&lt;br /&gt;and my tuba&lt;br /&gt;the valve and slides SURE stuck alr la&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sound!&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;the aircon&lt;br /&gt;my band badge&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;guardian angel. says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss the music &lt;br /&gt;zomg my poor noah's ark.&lt;br /&gt;havent played in so long.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm suey like dou huey says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;my great steamboat&lt;br /&gt;and big fun&lt;br /&gt;guardian angel. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHA&lt;br /&gt;i'm suey like dou huey says:&lt;br /&gt;and er...&lt;br /&gt;ok i still wanna play dpd&lt;br /&gt;guardian angel. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;when nad and jolynn used to save us back then.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i'm suey like dou huey says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;and i still wanna try the triplets&lt;br /&gt;although i didn't play it during syf&lt;br /&gt;and i also wanna try the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;although i also never play durinf syf&lt;br /&gt;its just the memories in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry for every single complain i make for band. i made it for a reason. if i didn't care. do you think i'm grumble about it. if i didn't care do you think i'll complain about anything. i just miss everything. now that i look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember me this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our day has come We’ve practiced for long We won’t let anyone down You understand it all Doing all the best you can And we can reach our goal I know it’s possible To stay as one as we hold on together Through all these days We’ll make this dream come true With Mr and Mrs Chua And you will soon realize That effort will pay off If you lose your way Think back on yesterday Remember what we’ve done Remember we are one You don’t to need worry We’ve come so far as one United we will stand And I know that we can do much better than we thought we could Because we are… One band, one sound We’ll make this dream come true With Mr and Mrs Chua And you will soon realize That effort will pay off If you lose your way Think back on yesterday Remember what we’ve done Remember we are one And we’ll remember this special moment on the stage tell yourself don’t be afraid and concentrate And we can all do it As long as you believe You just believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry maybe i should just shut up. but oh wells. OH OH! oh yeah. take note! like i said. i'm ji wan and you can call me tonight. BUT this is prepaid co yeah no don't call. you get my idea. its a blangadesh number. no. i'm joking. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;81327369 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;call this number if you are looking for a date. ok no i'm joking. its prepaid ok. and no i do not have a new phone. its a borrowed phone from rachel (thanks!) and no its not a new sim card either. you think i'm able to register myself? its some old number but expired and top up so also can say new i guess. okok whatever crap. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3493758315050268250?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3493758315050268250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3493758315050268250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3493758315050268250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3493758315050268250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/rachel-and-nerice-eh-although-i-said-wo.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3367225814867749476</id><published>2007-09-27T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:26:19.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let loose the string,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the kite gotta fly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know exam stress are shit. but come on "always look on the bright side of life, du du du du..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. dont let your emotions rule you. you rule you know. rule it over. you get what i mean. i know you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;break down = break free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey! hahas. yeah. dont break down k. cos you should be breaking free instead. "i'm soaring, flying. there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach. if we're trying, yeah we're breaking free." yeah since you are trying, then shouldn't you be breaking free. i know you are trying. how can you not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boundaries are not meant to be in friendships,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pls dont even try drawing a line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. i dont know if you understand. but yeah. rephrase: no lines should be drawn between eachother in friendships. understand? ok simpler. trust is very important in friendships. ok. you better understand. of you dont then er... nothing to say. yeah. anyway, whatever. just trust your friends. they can be absent minded at times. yeah. they might tend to neglect. but yeah. trust me. they do not mean to. its a once in a while. not a forever in a always. so belive them alright. if you think that the friendship is worthless or whatsoever. then why even bother creating a bond between you two in the first place. if you say its dumb. then you are insulting yourself in a way. so why not just keep it. you wont know what the real end results are until it happens. if it was really meant to be broken. then it should have already been. or it will too soon. at least there's was affinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;being humble isn't about demoralising yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. well. you know you might be humble. like you go "come on la. i'm dumb alright. how smart can i get." why don't you go "eh. i'm not la." why must you add in the fact that you are dumb. there really isn't a need. being humble is just not being proud or arrogant ok. don't have to lower your rank. when you wanna speak. just speak your heart out. you can even cry or spit whatever's thats in it. like i said. no boundaries! you always have a freedon of speech. BUT use it wisely. i can always be a punchbag. only if you really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*you might be nobody. BUT you are everything to me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3367225814867749476?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3367225814867749476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3367225814867749476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3367225814867749476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3367225814867749476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-loose-string-kite-gotta-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4425031474359192018</id><published>2007-09-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:34:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i wanted to blog at first. maybe not alr. lazy. after exams i guess. EH! go look at the sky at 3.30 the moon is the brightest. ok imagine someone shang yue at 3.30.ok ridiculous. oh oh. once upon a bed so bright. floor ... look up at the moon moon. look down think of hometown. ok random. i suddenly remember my chinese group in doing the chinese short paragraph. memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORY...&lt;br /&gt;all alone in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;i can smile like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: JANEEN DON'T SING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas ok. bye. study! we'll relive those memories. i hope. i wanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4425031474359192018?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4425031474359192018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4425031474359192018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4425031474359192018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4425031474359192018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-2224462998109943683</id><published>2007-09-23T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:25:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what. i'm so dumb. great la. i walked to the kitchen. thought that i shall get a drink. and i wasn't felling thirsty ok. yeah. whatever. i walked there. got a cup of MILK. chocolate one. took a sip. put it on my table and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back. stared at it. and almost screamed at my sis for not washing her cup again after drinking her milo. then just as i was about to scream, i realise its m chocolate milk. wonderful or wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm wondering if i should drink it or not. it could be sour alr ok. at the most pretend finish and throw it down my sink. hope my mum doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, things have been pretty amazing these days around me. i don't get angry. i don't feel bad leaving some things out. i don't feel pitiful at myself. i don't feel stress. blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. i went to church and realise that i am stressed. and i almost cried which OBVIOUSLY i hid my face and held my tears back. i don't like crying in front of others alright. its so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whats stranger is this. my mum didn't exactly scold me for losing my phone. my mum didn't scold me for not informing her about studying outside. neither did she say anything when i told her that my friends came over. and note that. i told her only after they came. and she even went. "aiya nevermind la. always break one." when i told her that the guitar string snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing huh. one more. i actually managed to wake up for church having to sleep at 3.30. ok. i'm so amazed by myself. WOW! hahas. and my mum actually told me that she's going to pray for me on the way to work even if she's on the bus or whatsoever at 8am before any of my paper. aren't i blessed! ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. only ONE very not amazing. i'm falling ill once again. i'm getting a fever. but i have 2 nice awesome thermometers under my table that ALWAYS ensure that i can check my temperature. and that i'm getting flu. or sore throat. i keep sneezing ok. whenever i sneeze its like 5 times straight. maybe someone is cursing me. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT YEAH! whoever that is. but whenever i sneeze i go. "eh zoe. i'm allergic to you. see la! why you so dusty one ar!" okok. i better getcha getcha head in the game (of studying). bye! peep(o)s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^(00)^&lt;br /&gt;hey there you PIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-2224462998109943683?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2224462998109943683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=2224462998109943683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2224462998109943683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/2224462998109943683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5399180339711316971</id><published>2007-09-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:32:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm NOT being emo or whatever. its just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey rachel!&lt;br /&gt;you made me realise i did neglect my cca a little these days&lt;br /&gt;thanks. i'll be back to being enthu in cca again alright.&lt;br /&gt;just DON'T say i'm kiasu&lt;br /&gt;please. don't!&lt;br /&gt;unless you want me to like this again then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nerice!&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry this might come in super late or so.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. thanks for that post.&lt;br /&gt;i read it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;but only now then did i realise what the real meaning behind it is.&lt;br /&gt;thanks! we're drifting, i know&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope we'll be back to what we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm not trying to follow nerice&lt;br /&gt;but since i alr typed nerice's and rachel's...&lt;br /&gt;might as well type the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey saralynn!&lt;br /&gt;ok. i doubt you'll read this.&lt;br /&gt;but well although you are rather quiet&lt;br /&gt;i guess you are a good listener&lt;br /&gt;and you are playing my instrument's cousin&lt;br /&gt;and we share the same conductor.&lt;br /&gt;ok he's disgusting though.&lt;br /&gt;but well next year. we shall work together&lt;br /&gt;since we are both the only sec 2 now in the section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey roslina!&lt;br /&gt;ok. heh!&lt;br /&gt;you always call me onion or kiasu one lor&lt;br /&gt;don't call me kiasu ok.&lt;br /&gt;onion still can&lt;br /&gt;hahas. you councillor ar!&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about your playing&lt;br /&gt;just know that at least you are always putting in effort&lt;br /&gt;don't let yourself down&lt;br /&gt;thats more important&lt;br /&gt;you and edward also very disgudting can&lt;br /&gt;my hair all stand up alr la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey keziah!&lt;br /&gt;hahas. you know right&lt;br /&gt;i remember you as the laugh until very weird one&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever. hahas. who ask you laugh so weird in the band the other time&lt;br /&gt;the one where we were playing during the first prac after syf&lt;br /&gt;you must get laura to come to band ok.&lt;br /&gt;cannot let her slack&lt;br /&gt;you also only sec 2 in your section.&lt;br /&gt;and you play the bass too!&lt;br /&gt;eh. i dont always stare at you ok.&lt;br /&gt;i stare at the instruments around you also can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey laura!&lt;br /&gt;you ar. dont always emo or something ok.&lt;br /&gt;come for band also la.&lt;br /&gt;recently pon band quite a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;dont ar&lt;br /&gt;if kelley also never come then how&lt;br /&gt;bass clarinet!&lt;br /&gt;you next year ALONE alr ok&lt;br /&gt;must be strong&lt;br /&gt;and learn as much as possible NOW!&lt;br /&gt;jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sandra!&lt;br /&gt;you er...&lt;br /&gt;dont so hua hua chi&lt;br /&gt;you know. like boy crazy!&lt;br /&gt;and ar. you in cgssb also ok.&lt;br /&gt;dont always never come for band just because of your primary school&lt;br /&gt;cos you are sec2 not p6!&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever. but you seriously very enthu even in your primary school&lt;br /&gt;you also alone leh! in sec 2&lt;br /&gt;keep going back to your primary school than when you take over how!&lt;br /&gt;absorb like a sponge now ok! good luck!&lt;br /&gt;and you have a good junior&lt;br /&gt;seriously. you have great seniors and juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey fadhillah!&lt;br /&gt;you and your skates!&lt;br /&gt;ok. hahas. skate with you. then you fall.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. at least you are STRONG!&lt;br /&gt;stay strong&lt;br /&gt;and play your instrument well and come for band too ar!&lt;br /&gt;dont pon band just becos of erhem or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;that letter was the past.&lt;br /&gt;dont brood over it alr&lt;br /&gt;you gotta move on you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nicolette!&lt;br /&gt;you ar. always say going band&lt;br /&gt;then during band you dissappear!&lt;br /&gt;come la. you also only sec2 in bassoon ok&lt;br /&gt;although you have a damn nice sister to coach you&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;you have a responsibility in band&lt;br /&gt;come ok&lt;br /&gt;or i'll disturb you more in future&lt;br /&gt;and don't always come late also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey chuxuan!&lt;br /&gt;you and siya totally suan me can!&lt;br /&gt;and mr ho is blind ok&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm transparent&lt;br /&gt;but well&lt;br /&gt;we can be before band lunch partners already!&lt;br /&gt;hahas. thanks for ALWAYS waiting for me for lunch&lt;br /&gt;and those trips to just cheers were fun&lt;br /&gt;thanks for cheering me up when i got back my results too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for just being there&lt;br /&gt;oh and your 'happiness is just a hairflip away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ming en!&lt;br /&gt;you are. always not scared late for band.&lt;br /&gt;and your results are so high i can NEVER reach.&lt;br /&gt;you are so pro in studies!&lt;br /&gt;be the same for band ok!&lt;br /&gt;its your responsibility too.&lt;br /&gt;ok dont pon band alr!&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for at least ponning only once in a while&lt;br /&gt;better than everytime.&lt;br /&gt;still dont always pkay and complain about your junior&lt;br /&gt;teach them ok. no matter how bad or good they are&lt;br /&gt;i believe they have a good side or at least a point in them!&lt;br /&gt;guide them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. thats all for today. i'm tired alr.&lt;br /&gt;another i add into the list&lt;br /&gt;people like shicheng, yiyuan, felicia, serene, pei lin? tessa? nadiah? jolynn? lijin? xiangyi? joan? celestine? jfm? jia hui? clin? linda? michellina? mavis? ok i don't know who i'm going to write. if i continue it'll soon be the whole band. see first la huh. oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIST ABOVE IS IN RANDOM ORDER!&lt;br /&gt;everyone is equal alright!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and skating clique too. soon! i promise.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i tell you ar. my clique is so going to be jealous. BE GLAD! jolin just did. ok quote from jolin "i love jolin ng!" ok at least i added it in. she made me ok. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: clique&lt;br /&gt;from: kohkohnut&lt;br /&gt;not that i put band first alright!&lt;br /&gt;is that i have more words to say. and a lot more pics to put&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be with the class!&lt;br /&gt;i'll add you in. no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is what we are!&lt;br /&gt;NUTS is what you call!&lt;br /&gt;VARIETY is what we have!&lt;br /&gt;DAYS are what we're lack!&lt;br /&gt;FUN is what there'll always be!&lt;br /&gt;BOND is what BIND!&lt;br /&gt;together we are&lt;br /&gt;UNSEPERABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok damn random. whatever la!&lt;br /&gt;love ya xiao chiobu, da chiobu, bungs, jianeen, lpp, gya, whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5399180339711316971?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-6162056780693953889</id><published>2007-09-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:32:08.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>t's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as i may i could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What i hear when you don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever i fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;All day long i can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd&lt;br /&gt;What's being said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever i fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever i fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6162056780693953889?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6162056780693953889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6162056780693953889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6162056780693953889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6162056780693953889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/ts-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1483704118299579819</id><published>2007-09-22T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:29:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;means there's no second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it really time to cherish everything.&lt;br /&gt;its the only streaming in sec life&lt;br /&gt;and its the only exam left to judge which stream and class you go into&lt;br /&gt;study is what i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study to be able to not dissapoint&lt;br /&gt;be it seniors, parents or friends.&lt;br /&gt;i will study&lt;br /&gt;not only for myself but for all&lt;br /&gt;"study for others.&lt;br /&gt;learn knowledge so as to educate others&lt;br /&gt;pass on what you've learn&lt;br /&gt;to further generations&lt;br /&gt;we'll soon be the society"&lt;br /&gt;not from me. i'm not that wise (see i'm humble!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to let my seniors have any difficulty in choosing positions or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to go into a different class from rachel or nerice or janeen. to whom ever i said i'll go into the same class.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to let my parents think twice as to whether its right to lt me go shenzhen or japan next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all those out there. help me. study! cos i don't wanna let anyone down. i know i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i shall NOT let anyone especially myself down!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my motto for er... a day? ok no i'm joking. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;at least my motto was only to be happy. i can't be any simpler though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i thought about something.&lt;br /&gt;mayne i did neglect everything&lt;br /&gt;just to study and my clique&lt;br /&gt;i actually forgot i still have a cca.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i promised my conductor&lt;br /&gt;actually i didn't exactly.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot it was taf that taught me to enjoy and love my skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;thanks all there who light my life up.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who became the light when i was in complete darkness&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all for bringing colours into my life&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those that were always there by my side&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all that 'dated' me out&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who proved to me that there was another world other than myself&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all that let me realise it isn't the world that revolve around me&lt;br /&gt;                      but me that revolved around the world&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all that let me realise the importance in taking and not only in giving&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all that let me know that i'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who showed me who i really am&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who let me realise what i can be&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all that believed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you light up my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想让你分享&lt;br /&gt;我们心动时分的梦想&lt;br /&gt;And you light up my life,&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope, to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;And fill my nights with song.&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' at sea, adrift on the waters&lt;br /&gt;Finally a chance to say, "Hey, I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Never again to be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;And you light up my life,&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope, to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;And fill my nights with song.&lt;br /&gt;You, You light up my life&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might be nobody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you are &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the time i lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a memory gained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1483704118299579819?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1483704118299579819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=1483704118299579819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1483704118299579819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/1483704118299579819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-in-lifetime-means-theres-no-second.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5030830965322525232</id><published>2007-09-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:56:13.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUTTY CLIQUE is just simply LOVE! like the L.O.V.E audition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deena( ok added your name) ok anw she asked me to tell you that her eye now got allergic to the post before. well. yeah. and janeen! you'll find it back. pray hard. "you will when you believe". that post was emo but well i agree with you. many things happened recently yeah? anw. went out with lunch with jovi, qi, dee and jo. damn cool ok. i actually stuffed dee's wallet down qi's shirt. hahas. i bet it needs a bubble wash now. with detegent and everthing nice. okok. er... went home with nutty clique though. damn cool. me and janeen got wet under the hot sun. we were seeing who has the most water to spare. and we splashed like kids in the foyer out to school. but well. who said we cant be childish. its a new way of being cool ok. talked talked talked. i so dont wanna talk about janeen and her day. cos it aint mine. ok well. things went on. such days are rare. real rare. if only it could be everything. isn't it amazing. ok. we shall all start saving money. so that we can all afford a flight to seoul. and eat in its garden. its like a once in a lifetime experience ok. yeah. blah blah. all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;mr ho's retiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;zhang jing's returning back for reunion(permanent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;qiqi... viona... and many more all going nj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad can this be. imagine. we have all come this far. we walked it through together. we were there forever. holding hands we overcomed each barrier. whats it this time. streaming. it can't be much right. i'm sure we'll survive this major storm. eventhough we know right after we might always be there as one alr. but there's deffinitely one thing in common. the peace and integrity among us. that special bond that brought us together. affinity plays a part too. treasure whats left. make the fullest use of it. and it will be memories. but in the end. these memories will also be what holds us together no matter what. no matter who you become, no matter where you came from. no matter how much we flooded the class at times. no matter how much announcement we've been through together. we will still be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as we go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the times we've had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2c1'07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN YOU BEAT THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won't admit defeat. thats who we are. bet on it. bet on it. i'll bet my live on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is for the way you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOOK at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is for the only ONE i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is VERY VERY exxtraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is even more than anyone that you adore can love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is all that i can give to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love is more than just a game for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two if love can make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take my heart and please dont break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love was made for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this to end. i'm serious. i cant bear the thought of us splitting. its like tearing my heart into a million pieces. ok no. its alr broken at the thought. my heart's fragile. please dont drop it. please dont. i dont want it to end. gahh. i just have to admit. no matter how much i wanna hide it. i just have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2C1'07 RAWKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the orientation. remember the racial harmony. remember inter-class games. how we clinch 2nd in powerball. it was all pure bonding. this bond among us is more unbreakable than a rubberband alr... a scissors wont cut it. i know it just wont. break. well. i know it'll bind my heart. it won't break. cos its alr a part of me. did you know this class actually take up so much space in the heart that an extra memory card wont help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5030830965322525232?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5030830965322525232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5030830965322525232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5030830965322525232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5030830965322525232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/nutty-clique-is-just-simply-love-like-l.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6930317176175137219</id><published>2007-09-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:01:57.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i actually envy ppl like deena and jolin. they can just totally heck about thousands of things. and it is hard i tell you. but actually i can see they aren't totally heck care about everything. but well. i just realised i'm only left with roughly about 2 months with my classmates. went out with jovi, sandra, qi and janeen on fri. went to kap macs. then decided to go home. waved goodbye to qi. saw her walk down this stretch of road. hugged her before she left. and she walked and walked. and suddenly unknowingly. tears just gathered in my eyes. it just got teary. jovi cried. i almost. held it back in the end. i cant imagine end of year. i bet my eyes will just like drop out right. the worst was still last year i guess. walking home from school to the mrt at redhill with jovi and jessie. oh well. only a few more months and we will spilt. seriously i shall treasure the remaining time. as for band. we still got another 2 years. i might not go out now. but i didn't say i wont after exams. you do not need to study together alright. its the passion that gets us going like in band.  dont comment on what i do. if it doesn't exactly affect you then dont tell me. cos i'll deffinitely change. and it'll be a total screw up. well. i dont wanna talk bout this anymore. bye. and i still think deena and jolin are super ego. like totally worst than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33852752.post-4147223312206933170</id><published>2007-09-13T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T05:55:46.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICKEY&lt;/span&gt;! you're so fine you blow my mind. HEY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICKEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there at your birthday bash(special invitation ok)! deena, me and jolin bu jian bu shan! i've got a date! *P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. ok nvm. i just remembered something dumb during band on tues. my scores flew like 10 times. and no i'm not miscounting. and i still owe pl 1 round. just 1. and because my scores flew, i decided to insert into my file. so cos i lazy to stretch my hand i decided to slide it in through the bottom. cos like the file. you insert through the top. but right mine below. pi gu kai hua(backside open flower). so decided to insert through the bottom. and tessa stared at me. and i took a damn long time in the end to insert it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. for some ppl who doesn't know. DO NOT CALL MY PHONE! OR I'LL SMACK YOUR BUTT AND HEAD! AND CHOP YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES... LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO... AND YOU TOLD ME THAT ITS TRUE. nvm. just don't ar. or you'll buy me an apple pie. since i'm eating one now. and i'm betting with deena if i can get any lamer. so if i do, i get to keep the kit kat! hahas. ok wait. she doesn't wanna bet. cos apparently she believes if i'm determined i confirm can be the lamest on planet EARTH! oh thanks deena for seeing a potential and believing in me. but i'll still see about the kit kat. you like still have jolin's chocolate leh! go ka poke one somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. yeah you wanna find out what happened to my phone? then call 999. or if you any suspicious item also can. oh eh. i tell you ar. i love deena's or qi's phone. cos you know why. got my game in there. and you know what. whenever i pass 1 level or something. i get so excited. so i better play now. otherwise i sure have early death due to heart attack one. ok nvm. i'm being so freaking lame here. you know why. cos i told jolin and deena my motto for the day. motto: to not be lame for a day! whee! i bet i'm accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh me and janeen was walking around canteen for recess. then janeen went i feel like eating pork. then she was standing at chicken rice stall. then i was like what pork. pork as in pig pork or chicken as in pok pok gei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la. i wanna wear my windbreaker to run mass run tmr if there is. damn UMbarrassing. thats how janeen pronounce it. oh ms loo glared at janeen when we walked past her. and when qi qi called pretty lady in the canteen. like randomly. ms loo turned. damn fast somemore. but yeeshan better. qi gou le ar. bu yao zai jiao wo le. hahas. what else ar. nothing much la today. yeah ok. shall end here. oh roslina went to broadcast that i "lost" my phone in the band room. ehem! its enclosed and you so loud. you think who won't hear you tell me la. okok. gtg study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS. i have decided to give deena the kit kat. :D (see, im so nice :/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4147223312206933170?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4147223312206933170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4147223312206933170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4147223312206933170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4147223312206933170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-mickey-youre-so-fine-you-blow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7002667367963179304</id><published>2007-09-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:10:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA! damn nice. just watched a video on youtube. the guy was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beatboxing with a tuba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. quite funny. hahas. i tell you it totally got me relaxed. i was freaking pissed just now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my group says that i didn't do anything. and that even my flash had to be edited. hello. you guys never gave me instructions. when i tried editing. you guys go just leave it. and then you come and complain to me that i didn't edit. what kinda shit is this. and you make me do the whole recording myself. hello. i tell you 4 ppl voice can change to 1 ar. pro or pro. imagine the whole world with my voice. freaky a not. yes right. ar then. it applies to the flash ok. come on la. you guys do all the proper work and mine is total crap. cos yours can all be done with 1 person and mine 4. and you want me to change it to 1. you'll freak out i tell you. i even sacrifised my band badge. ok. i put it in my bottle to create the rolling effect. you dare complain and see if i scream tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUBBY THE TUBA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rox! hahas. seriously its damn nice. melody ok! and whatever it says i damn true. band without tuba means no bass. and because we are bass we never ever get the melody. yes we are important. but it is rather irritating. imagine your score. all almost the same. can faint. but i feel a lot encouraged after watching the video. hahas. cos yeah we still do make a difference, yeah? so yeah if you get my hint. guess what. the trombone has a tongue in the video. hahas. damn cool. nvm. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"TUBBY! i have never heard a tuba play the melody before. lets hear the rest of it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cool a not. imagine tuba with the melody. its damn nice. ok in the video. there will be a bass no matter what. ahhh! we have the score! can we play it? i wanna play! ok nvm. i shall just cut the crap. oh i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deena is ego! what deena and jolin rocks. crap la. i never did that alright! oh mr yeo and mr lee are coming down tmr. guess what. i'm gonna eat in class you know why. cos assembly ends at 1.45 and mr yeo comes at 2. so it means no time. still need to set up and warm up. ok whatever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i set up very fast one i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahas. ok ok no egoness here. oh the stupid smses. aiya i just dropped my phone. i very lazy to bend down to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;xiangyi: "best section board of the month". junior leaders be judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weird right. but yeah in the end we gave ferrero and percussion won. and guess what. the trumpets section were complaining. but yeah. WORK HARDER! it wasn't me who choose anw. and the trumpets section were saying that its super funny. and half the things there are like on sweechen. hahas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! this is the best i tell you. i was smsing ppl during cip. that stupid cd. but well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel: my sunburz damn pain. next sat wanna go out? piano holiday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;             bandice told me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;             yknw today my mum went to buy squid, then she found a small fish in the squid. Free fish!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn random la. ppl selling cd. door to door. come and tell me there was a free fish in the squid. crap can. and she everyday ask me the same qn la. wanna go out not. then i'll ask her. wanna stay home not. joking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tessa: My nickname on msn now is audrey swindled me into paying $5 D: heh. Eh i dont want! Me and peilin will both pay $3.50 each okay! hehe. thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see! this kinda ppl  also have! but actually i physco her into buying it. hahas. and we were like bargaining over the phone. and where was i? interchange. practically half the world was staring ok. then later she sms some weird sms. asking me not to be angry. guess what. i was jumping around and happily laughing with deena, ty and jovi. HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE BEST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;mummy: 1 new voice message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                   so did you sell all cds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                   Did i send you voice mrg? Don know how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                   use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                   Go apply aloe vera lotion red lobster. Ha! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;random a not. my mother leh! and ar i tell you i replied like a kid/child. and did the same thing back. and cos i was telling her about cip and that i had sunburn and she come and call me red lobster. and the place where she type red lobster very out of place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolin: lazy to add cannot is it! not happy ar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;            too bad lor! i see u sad i super happy can!:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;random a not? sombody was just being high and highly sadist. no. actually she always is. aiya heck! she's nuts for all i know. no i know more than that. she a gorilla cos she's 5 times hornier than any human being. and she's in keller with a dolphin as a mascot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deena: .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahas. i tell you ar. she go save her name as deena the best. so whenever i read than i'll be. why deena keep typing a best in front ar. act cool ar. then i ask her she still can yeah. cannot ar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Roslina: if you have only 15 sec to live what would u say to me in that 15 sec?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weirdo. she sent while i was using com and she was online too. oh i got a reply! roslina i tell you my ans la. "Would you accompany me?" that would be my answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiangyi: Did you all buy the presents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                PERC!! Are you sure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                -.- Wahlau like that also can!? Haha. judge base on like a few&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                criterias. Like content, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;originality on all. Haha Rachael will flip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                YEAH who don't want! Mine so funny lehz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you! she was hoping trumpet section. i bet that was why she even started the best section board. ok. nvm i have no idea whats she thinking. but yeah thats what she typed. word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Deena: Siao leh.. You better not sleep during the workshop.. Later your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;              tuba dun like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap a not! talk rubbish number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats all. but i tell you its crap. oh did i tell you my dinner on sat. its &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maggie &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 cuttlfish balls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 crabsticks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and guess what. deena dared me to call her in the morning at 6. and i called her at 6.30! hah! now she's gonna kill me. "killing swine!" ok random. nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7002667367963179304?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7002667367963179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7002667367963179304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7002667367963179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7002667367963179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-damn-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5728306289123614738</id><published>2007-09-09T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:00:54.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those were by jolin i hall blog only after school on some stupid random smses. seriously random. like from my mum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5728306289123614738?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5728306289123614738/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852752.post-435775521633459885</id><published>2007-09-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:51:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND OF COURSE, JOLIN AND DEENA!!!!!!!!WOOTS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-435775521633459885?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/435775521633459885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=435775521633459885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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LOVES!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HER BOYFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-659811846577741447?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/659811846577741447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=659811846577741447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/659811846577741447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/659811846577741447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/333333333333333333333333333333333-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-1675991429552542666</id><published>2007-09-09T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:49:31.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AUDREY IS GETTING HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEENA IS BEING STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS IS ROTTING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-1675991429552542666?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1675991429552542666/comments/default' 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DANCING!!!HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FOR BRONTE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7854253180622986994?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7854253180622986994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7854253180622986994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE SO DO MAN!&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5893295379926108408?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5893295379926108408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5893295379926108408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5893295379926108408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5893295379926108408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/weeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4120995818878974726</id><published>2007-09-09T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:46:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;explain to me why i'm in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day no lessons. i'm cooped up in this stuffy place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO POEPLE! SCHOOL WAS BORING! SCIENCE, NO LESSONS, PE, RAINED, GEOG, NO LESSONS, CS, NO LESSONS, ENGLISH NOW. WE SHALL SEEEEEEEEE:))) CRAP, I JUST WASTED A DAY THIS YEAR STONING AND CRAPPING WITH AUDREY KOH. BY THE WAY, IM HER SECRET ADMIRER!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVELOVE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4120995818878974726?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4120995818878974726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4120995818878974726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4120995818878974726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4120995818878974726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-explain-to-me-why-im-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-6222806948895275828</id><published>2007-09-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:24:52.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't fair ALRIGHT! just because of you i gotta take over. and NO. i dont follow others. i dont follow instructions. i follow my HEART! i follow what i think is right. i dont think that just because of you, i need to. i dont see why i should cheat. why must it be this not that. its utter nonsense. its not that i dont is that its within my limits. i cant do anything. and i dont wanna cheat them alright. i have to choose one not both. you cant be greedy in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. face it! i wont be what it is now ok. it'll be a lot worst. i might even get paralyse(sp?). seriously. i can alr feel its effect. it isn't my fault. and yeah. i can wave goodbye to all my fila, nike or adidas shoes even if i can afford for the rest of my life until its healed. and yes. i'm serious. if i'm joking. i owe you a chance to tickle me. cos its alr no longer what it is. its alr in the next stage. yes. it sounds like cancer but it isn't. whatever. i just can't alright. dont force me. wo ye you wo zi ji de ku zhong. mian qiang bu shi ban fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workshop today. i tell you. i dont see a need to go. its all repeated stuff. and yet what i wanted what fresh new piping hot tips. well. i didn't sleep for almost practically nothing i guess. breathing and posture. wow that helps eh? then what do we do next. PLAY! and what do i do. "this is embarassing." anw. moral of today's workshop: practice makes perfect [wonders in other words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-6222806948895275828?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6222806948895275828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=6222806948895275828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6222806948895275828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/6222806948895275828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-should-i-why-not-should-not-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-313691735833491883</id><published>2007-09-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:50:57.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just need to sort things out. maybe i'm changing. maybe i'm lost. maybe i found myself. maybe i'm back to who i was. i have no idea. everything i just maybe. maybe i'm still brooding over some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it cos i feel a disgrace to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i'm sorry and thats all i can say. maybe thats why i should not collect the results. cos i know where i stand. and i realise i'm neglecting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise IS a BIG THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll do it and i'll do it. just don't rush me for it. i'm rushing myself. and i know it. i wanna let it all go. its tough. i wanna quit. but i'm tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't force me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-313691735833491883?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/313691735833491883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=313691735833491883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/313691735833491883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/313691735833491883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-need-to-sort-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-7847132733386140793</id><published>2007-09-05T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T04:16:17.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From: ms loo (general)&lt;br /&gt;To: 2c1 students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2C1, Thank you very much for your gifts, cards, dedications and kind words. Really appreciate it. Even though you didnt give me anything, i know that you meant well. Though i always scold 2C1 for being talkative and noisy, i have never once doubted the ability and intelligence of 2C1. All of you do aim to do well and all of you are concerned with your grades. I always want to help each and everyone of you to bring out your potential. Though i failed to engage some of you, but i do hope that you can do well in the final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take a short break. I know you have many maths HW , but i already helped you to plan out a schedule.If you follow it you will not feel so stressed and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you can settle down now and try to help one another to control the talking disease when term reopens. As indicated by your classmates, alot of you wish to have a peaceful learning environment whereby the teacher can be heard. I have only 1 mouth, but 2C1 have 40 mouths. Thus if you want to talk, I can never over-talk you. Stay focus and I am sure all of you will do well. MMT is coming soon to help you to succeed. Take care my soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when term reopens. Some of you dont forget to attend Mon extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-7847132733386140793?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7847132733386140793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=7847132733386140793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7847132733386140793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/7847132733386140793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-ms-loo-general-to-2c1-students.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-3814445270799769779</id><published>2007-09-05T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:30:00.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i keep getting dc. so irritating. i shall study out tmr. maybe with jovi. see how first. by the way nuts. the announcement is regarding musical evening tickets. and i have only been doing eng the whole day. and i'm only at qn 6. pro or pro? oh. yst on the way home in the mrt. happily waiting for cck so that i can get out of the train and return home for dinner. and that rachel just had to grab me and not let me go. so in the end. i siamed the moment itt left cck. so that i can at least alight at the next stop instead of following her all the way to marsiling. but well. on a lighter note. there was pasar malam and cabs were waiting for me at yew tee :D oh yst was just so oh happiness. watched tv throughout the whole night and it comes with an ice cream too. hahas. yep. i watched 7-8 on channel 8 that don't know what show. and 8-9, police and thief and my sassy neighbour. 99.99% satisfaction rate. waht crap. and then 9-10 channel 8 again, another don't know what show. oh oh. no i know. aka daughter aka father? or is it the other way round. ah. whatever it is. its that fu nu don't knwo what la. yeah. then later on com. and chuxuan sent me a link. and its some hairflip thing. and it was a guy wearing a wig. and he kept saying. so... happiness is just a hairflip away. hahas. nvm. oh i brought home mouthpiece. and i only realised yst that if i drop my mouthpiece its 5 rounds. wonder what it is for instrument. and yes. i still have 4 rounds for dropping stand. but tessa had another 4 AGAIN yst. so i'm nothing. just DON'T multiply it cos of post. anw. cough now so can't run but i'm eating damn lot of junk food. don't care. and i received my best news from joan yst. "do you know there's no more morning run from term 4 onwards?" and i was like thinking. bestest man. and joan was like "see la. all my house points gone." hahas. well. and it will be some self diet thing. just hope its not going to be worst. hahas. okok. i better go complete my eng. oh new scores. woah! i wanna play the L.O.V.E! it sounds damn nice. just a bit complicated in the front though. but still. its just another challenge! oh there's also some ... pueblos and some salut d'amore. and apparently salut d'amore is the band version of qing zhu-ranie yang. i like the song as in the band version and the chinese is ok. but rainie yang. nah. ok la. i'm so going to study alr. the cip thing. next time then blog. or rather later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-3814445270799769779?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3814445270799769779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=3814445270799769779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3814445270799769779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/3814445270799769779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-keep-getting-dc.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-8976054976102175905</id><published>2007-09-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:51:35.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon&lt;br /&gt;shucks la. another trojan. but somehow i deleted it. don't even bother asking why. i have no idea either. and maths was like. i was at 10 at the bus stop and 10 was suppose to be the time maths start. but well. i arrived only 10 mins later than ms loo in the end. so well. she didn't pms. which is VERY good. hahas. anw. i'm coughing so this VERY BADLY! you know its those ah pei kinda cough. nvm. well. yes its bad thats it. i shall really rest on wed. mr yeo came down today. then he was like when can i come down. discuss for damn long la. then finally decided on next tues. i know mr lee's coming. but he's going to drag us out singlely but for only like 20030 mins each? anw. then i was like oh this wed cannot. i will be sick. i need to rest. then he was like wah! you mean you can forsee that you will be sick on wed. okok. i think i kinda made him quite pissed. but still i seriously need to rest. oh oh. mr yeo's in choir.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo: HEY BROTHER! choir is seriously no life without you man!&lt;br /&gt;his "brother": *pretend pretend shy shy*&lt;br /&gt;pei lin: HUH! mr yeo you from choir last time ar!&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo: OOPS! *pretend to not say anything*&lt;br /&gt;pei lin: you purposely one right!&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo: *smack pei lin on leg* i'm going to give you hell on tues i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;tessa: eh... do hit pei lin.&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo: ok la. i hit you *smacks harder for tessa on leg too*&lt;br /&gt;just before he left...&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo: watch out! i'm going to give you both HELL on tues!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;nvm la. not me can alr! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues&lt;br /&gt;oh. band was weird. jia yi didn't come at ALL since mon. anw. she's damn pro now we gotta chase her for 2 letters. and. and. and what ar... shucks i forgot. er... oh today yeah. band was weird. tessa had to entertain that instrument repair man person. and pei lin had lesson's and later peer leading. teng hwee has lesson's halfway. and guess what. i was alone in the end. but well it was ok i guess. quite fun in the end. not that i'm entertaining myself. but the fact that i only played 2 songs during that period. like super short. nvm. yeah. band ar... aiyo. what ar... oh yeah. today is the mass instrument bringing home day. cos sunday is workshop. and that tessa reaction on that wong kar chun damn BIG. i'm serious. she kinda screamed. then she and pei lin went something about him being cute. and i totally went to play. cos i thought he was gay. well. and pei lin spelled wong kar chun as wong kat chun. actually i not sure if its r or h. but better than a t. oh instrument finally repaired. and i realise its the same as not repairing. cos its the same. as in he didn't do much he only told us what we can do. like to solve it. yeah. today got super tickled by lots of ppl. and smacked by nerice and xiangyi decided to join in. and i tell you its HARD! oh well... better than serene go put my pencil in her breast pocket. now its SO HARASSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i better go sleep le. if not my com will spoil. as in i'll drool into my com. joking. hahas. okok. NIGHTS! and i tell you something. roslina is DISGUSTING! what. wo ai si ni. damn gross la. and what. muakzx. she's gross i swear. nights. oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTS!!! &lt;announcements&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the payment plus orders all confirmed and paid by MON! got that! i know you did. okok. so you know what to do right. so far only cashewnut paid leh! walnut, peanut, chestnut, hazelnut and doughnut leh! bu yao hai wo ar! asap ar. thanks! :D loveya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-8976054976102175905?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8976054976102175905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=8976054976102175905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8976054976102175905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/8976054976102175905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-mon-shucks-la.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-4874841001534315095</id><published>2007-08-28T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:47:54.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh oh. did i say?&lt;br /&gt;NOAH'S ARK ROCKS!!! hahas. i finally manage to play the whole song. damn happy! WHOOTS! today is so freaking lame even i can't stand it! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pigs can fly&lt;br /&gt;2) can reach the moon&lt;br /&gt;3) cow jump ober the moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... these are ways on saying that certain things are ridiculous. here's the ans anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) yes. air pork and spy kids 3&lt;br /&gt;2) carry a plate of water and place it under the moon and the moon reflection will appear. and there's your moon!&lt;br /&gt;3) yes. way long time back. in nursery rhymes. haven't you heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not by me ar. i was concentrating on buying my food. okok. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-4874841001534315095?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4874841001534315095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=4874841001534315095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4874841001534315095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/4874841001534315095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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-33852752.post-5307620874155542572</id><published>2007-08-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:42:56.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i just say i injure my leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it recovered and instead my hand's injured. hmpf! i was so happily sitting on a chair and pulling my bag from behind me and i think it was stuck so i exerted more force and PULL! and BOOM! i fell. my chair kinda got lifted up or so and my chair fell over. and my butt hanging cos apparently it didn't land on the ground. and my hand is like on the chair? and yeah. i was kinda fall. don't even bother asking how i fell. but after i was happily picking up my bag, pack my table a bit and OH GAWD! blood on my hand. aargh! couldn't find a proper plaster so had to use the for blister plastic from jovi. ok and i started stoning for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. results are so saddening. can cry man. but well, i SHAN'T! only YOU will! hahas. anw. was trying to heck my tagboard pw today but realise i totally forgot and so decided to spam my own tag board using jolin's name. and later some 2 very BO LIAO ppl went to started spamming like shit. and we arguing over my tablet. now you know why my tablet is in such a bad condition. anw. fight fight fight. and don't know what. but well at least its gone. HAH! thanks arts coordinator and captain crook! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i shall a guai guai girl and go do lit, maths and chinese. but don't worry my goal today is only maths! hahas. okok. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852752-5307620874155542572?l=followthatbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5307620874155542572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852752&amp;postID=5307620874155542572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5307620874155542572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852752/posts/default/5307620874155542572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followthatbeast.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-i-just-say-i-injure-my-leg-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aud_koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376537696692933762</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>
